"Ooooh, you know about Captain Jack?" The speaker was a tall willowy… well, willow. A female from the Forest of Cheem, she was draping herself across the bar booth to talk to another alien. One who bore a terrific resemblance to a zucchini.
"Everyone knows about him," the Zucchini replied in a high, nasally voice.
The Doctor leaned as far back into the shadows of his own booth as he could so he could continue to NOT eavesdrop.
He would never eavesdrop.
It wasn't his fault that it was more comfortable where he could hear better.
The willowy woman tittered and sighed, "My, I would love to know him, if you catch my lean,"
More laughter.
"He's very dashing, isn't he?" I do think I would put Cardiff on my itinerary, no?" The Zucchini's laughter broke off as her companion returned.
"What are you laughing about so loudly, Daughter?" her father looked more like an eggplant thought the Doctor.
Miss Willow missed the Zucchini's frantic shushing motions and cheerfully answered, "Captain Jack Harkness. Of Torchwood!"
Mr. Eggplant almost convulsed, "What a waste of CO2, that, that, humanoid,"
"Daddy, please," Zucchini's voice had lost all mirth.
"it is as if no-one ever taught that fleshy thing proper manners. Always on and out about in time, telling the hu-mans of races they are too primitive to understand. Slutting about the galaxy—," a teacup shattered against the eggplant's hard back plate and he whirled, sputtering with all the vexed, vitriolic rage an overgrown sentient berry could summon.
The Doctor just continued to scowl at him.
"Captain Jack Harkness is a shining comment on an entire race's evolutionary progress and is owed far more respect from others than that. Though," with a nod to the gape mouthed Ladies," he certainly does not need much more encouragement to his flirting esteem,"
Eggplant was rapidly turning brown with ire, "Why-you-whodoyouthinkyouare?!"
"Just the Doctor. And a Very protective friend of THE Captain Jack Harkness—one of the finest men you could meet," He turned on his heel to leave but nodded to the bar tender, "And if he ever finds out I said all that, then the next three of me won't be able to live it down,"
Fin.
A/N-more vacation ficlettes that are finally being written up and posted.