If you could send your favorite Doctor Who characters a prezzie, all wrapped up in sturdy boxes, covered with nice paper and ribbons with a tag, what would be in the present to each?
BOXES
The Ninth Doctor opened a present sent to him via some weird method that the TARDIS refused to explain. She was busy installing the last of the parts from a present box so big she had barely managed to pick it up: It had enough parts for her to make four brand new ships and she wasn't wasting any time replacing the worn out or jury-rigged bits she had been using. She had made a point of ignoring him with a will for nearly a month, except to tell him to install this or that and to do it NOW...all that remained were the parts she had to take care of herself.
Which led him to the point he was at now...opening a present his ship swore was safe, along with more piled next to him where he sat on the jump seat...and a small pile of empty boxes and wrappings from the ones he'd already opened. Next to him, Rose let out yet another delighted squeal and drew the flimsiest excuse for a nightie out of a pile of tissue in the box she'd just opened, that he'd ever seen. He swallowed thickly, easily able to imagine what she'd look like with it on. "Oh! And it's got matching knickers! Look! Aren't they cute?"
He averted his eyes from the lacy, flimsy scrap of gauze she called knickers and sighed as he drew out a pair of part denim breeches that were leather on the outside.
"Oh, you'll look good in those...like you were poured into them."
"And this is a good thing?"
"Oh definitely. And denim on the inside, meaning cotton, so you stay comfortable."
"Ooooh...these are nice. Butt-less!" Jack pumped his right fist in the air as he lifted soft buckskin breeches. "And they lace up, too...this sort, you put on after you make sure they're soaked real good, they dry on you and are form fitting. I love them! Say, someone sure seems to like us, don't they? Provided the TARDIS with new parts, first...then this stuff...and there's lots and lots of stuff...from lots of email addresses, too."
"Yeah. My timeship refuses to tell me how she got hold of all the gifts, either. Told me to shut up and just be grateful for once." He huffed, as he opened a smaller, velvet lined box with the skimpiest pair...could you call that a pair? Of male underpants that he'd ever seen. "Do people really wear these?"
"A thong?" Jack barely held back his grin. "Someone sent you a leather thong?"
"Don't suppose you'd model that for me...I'll show you mine if you'll show me your's..." Rose suggested. She was looking at him like she'd appreciate it if he volunteered to be her lunch...
"Um." The Doctor replied intelligently.
~*finis for now*~
**WILL BE CONTINUED ONLY IF I GET IDEAS FOR THE NEXT LOAD OF PREZZIES**
