All standard disclaimers apply. This is definitely one of my shorter pieces, but I like it as is. Enjoy!
Oh, and sorry for the title. I just couldn't think of anything else.
Emergency Protocol 417
By June Goddess
Death. It was a mistress Jack Harkness would rather not entertain. His luck seemed to be finished, however. He knocked back the rest of his too-much-vermouth-filled drink, and half-heartedly debated whether to order another one. He was just about to set the command, when he heard music. Turning around, he saw a most welcome sight.
"Well, hurry up, then!" Rose shouted to him.
Relieved, and hardly daring to trust his luck was holding, he bounded from his Chula warship to the waiting spacecraft. He watched as Rose and the Doctor danced – or tried, at any rate. He was definitely much better at the whole dancing thing. Maybe he would cut in. The Doctor probably would not mind. He smirked. Well, Rose certainly would not mind.
"Close the door, will you? Your ship's about to blow up, and there's going to be a draft!" The Doctor returned to his brooding over dancing, and Rose turned to Jack. "Welcome to the TARDIS."
"Much bigger on the inside," Jack commented.
"Better be," was the Doctor's response.
Rose rolled her eyes and smiled flirtatiously at the handsome ex-Time Agent. "I think what the Doctor's trying to say is," she started as she swayed down to him, "you may cut in."
He returned her smile with a brilliant one of his own. What could be better than being alive and having a beautiful woman wanting to dance with you? He took her outstretched hand, ready to make some moves.
"Rose!" the Doctor exclaimed. "I've just remembered!"
"What?" she asked, smiling at his enthusiasm.
"I can dance!" He gave her a large grin, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Even Jack thought he looked attractive. "I can dance!" He snapped his fingers, moving his feet to the beat as he made his way over to them. He only had eyes for Rose, though, Jack noticed.
Rose moved closer to the Time Lord. "Actually, Doctor, I thought Jack might like this dance."
Jack smiled triumphantly. He would be getting his dance after all.
The Doctor kept grinning. "I'm sure he would, Rose. I'm absolutely certain." He paused slightly. "But who with?"
Rose giggled, and a second later she was joining hands with her traveling companion dancing around the console of the TARDIS.
More surprised than disappointed, Jack watched as they danced. They really were a pair, the two of them. In tune with each other and the beat, they danced and spun. Rose spun back to rest securely in the Doctor's ready arms, and they continued to dance. Realization struck him in that moment. Despite having watched a London air blitz from the top of his spaceship while drinking champagne and flirting outrageously with him, Rose was smiling more brightly and having more fun twirling around in the TARDIS with the Doctor. The look on her face was pure delight as she gazed up into light blue eyes sharing her happiness. The two were perfectly matched, step for step.
So much for psychic paper, he thought with a sigh. Very available, indeed. He coughed slightly when the Doctor dipped Rose across his leg. He had never met someone less available than the blonde wearing the Union Jack, he decided.
Then again… at least he was alive. He smiled roguishly. It was good to be alive.