Title: Pillow Tweezers Talk
Rating: PG-13 (it's Jack again, he just won't play nicely)
Characters: Jack, 10th Doctor
AN: Sometimes I wonder if characters don't just get into your head literally. Jack has been bugging me to get him a scene with the Doctor's shirt off since I started this challenge. Here we go. Not the way he wants, but sorry, Jack. My story.
"Would you quit squirming around, I can barely get my hands on the head!" Jack asked, exasperated, leaning back down over the bed. "You'd think you'd never done this before!"
The Doctor's voice was muffled by the pillow he was clutching. "Jack, you said you knew what you were doing," he whined, eyes tightly shut.
Jack sighed and rubbed one hand over tense shoulders. "I do, Doc. You just gotta stay still, okay? Or it's going to hurt a lot more, and take a lot longer." He moved the light a little closer to his friend's bare back, angling it for just the right exposure. "Now, don't move." With one hand pushing down on the space between the Time Lord's shoulder blades, he lowered the pair of tweezers to the assortment of quill heads sticking out of his lower back. "Little tug in three, two, out!" Another dropped with a ping to the tray on the bedside table.
"Maybe next time, Doc, you can avoid playing with the purple porcupine plant, huh?"