Pears (A 10th Doctor and Jace Wayland Fanfic)

Jace made his way through the busy London street market, unseen by the mob of people surrounding him. Despite being on familiar Earth for the first time in a month, the hooded teen was furious. First, the Doctor had the nerve to take all his weapons and hide them, leaving only his handy stele -which was actually a good thing to have but didn't exactly decapitate demons either. Then he sent him grocery shopping?! What was he, the maid?

Of course, the Shadowhunter knew exactly why the Doctor was being so hard on him. One tiny accident with what looked like a Ravener mated with a giraffe on some other Star Wars-y planet and suddenly he was just an errand boy. That alien thing attacked him first! But of course, the Doctor believed "Words before weapons." Yeah, well Jace was a firm believer in kill it before it kills you. As it was the creature had already drained the Tardis before attacking them. Hence the pit stop in London to refuel.

He took another glance at the shopping list - seriously, he felt like a housewife - to remind himself what else he needed to get. You'd think infinitely huge ship like the Tardis would b permanently sto- "What the f…" He thought aloud as he read the following:

Needed:

Bananas

Loose Leaf Tea

Nutella

Apples

Fish Fingers

Custard

Do NOT, under ANY circumstances, BUY PEARS!

Jace smirked as he read the Doctor's bold inked note. So the Doctor didn't like pears. This was waaaaay too easy. The first stand he saw selling pears he approached. "How much for a case of pears?"

The Doctor strolled through the Tardis, buttoning up his jacket. It was exceptionally quiet as he had sent Jace out for a few desperately needed items. Good kid, Jace. A little rough around the edges but what teen wasn't? Admittedly he was a bit more weapon happy than the Doctor would've liked. He respected that Jace was a warrior born and bred. But still there were other ways to resolve conflict.

After a quick pit stop to the vault to make sure Jace hadn't managed to reclaim his weapons, the Doctor made his way to the controls of the Tardis. The Tardis should have been close to fully charged and ready to go. Right away though the Timelord knew something was amiss.

HIs first clue was the pungent aroma of fresh fruit. Pears to be precise. Which was impossible as the Doctor despised pears with a burning passion. Also he didn't use air fresheners in the Tardis. She wasn't a car.

HIs second clue was him nearly falling on his face as his converse clad feet slipped on something round. He managed to catch himself on the railings, straightening himself. As he looked down to see what he tripped on, his eyes widened in shock. "Whaat?" He asked in a squeaky voice as he picked up… a pear.

In fact, there wasn't just a single pear. There were hundreds spread all over the Tardis floor, even a few decorating the control console. "What?!" The Doctor ran his hands through his hair, shocked. "Who would bring-" The thought cut off as a lightbulb lit up. "Jace…"

Sure enough, the blonde teen was perched in one of the Tardis's nooks, munching contently on a pear. Sensing the upset Timelord's gaze, he turned to him. "Eh… What's up, Doc?" He took another bite out of his pear, looking completely unphased but the Doctor's glare.

"What's up? My Tardis is filled with pears! That's what's up!" Jace surveyed the room, still unaffected.

"Really? I hadn't noticed. Good thing you love pears though."

"You know I hate pears!" Confusion crossed the Shadowhunter's handsome features.

"You do? Really? I didn't know that." It would've been convincing too if Jace had kept the mischievous glint out of his eyes. "I always got the impression you loved pears."

"Oh, don't give me that rubbish!" The Doctor proceeded to hurl the offending fruit at Jace with the intent of knocking the cheeky lil bugger off his perch. "You did this! As revenge! For me taking your weapons!"

Jace somehow managed to get down gracefully while avoiding the pear missiles. "Doctor! I am hurt you would accuse me of such a thing!"

"Oh, come off it! We both know you're lying! Even if you didn't know, I specifically wrote on the shopping list don't. Buy. PEARS!" He enunciated each word with a pear aimed at the teen's head. Jace dodged every throw, his impish pride finally cracking his innocent facade.

"Alright, so what if I did put all these pears here? I feel I was provoked!"

"Provoked?! WHAT?!"

"Honestly, Doc. I cannot take you seriously when you squeak like that."

"It's 'Doctor!' Not 'Doc!' And I had good reason to take your weapons, that Veniraptar is an endangered species!"

"It attacked me first!"

"You poked it with your stele! It defended itself!"

"I thought it was dead! Anyway my weapons ended up saving our both our butts! So I'll be more than happy to accept the return of my weapons in exchange for removing…. ninety nine percent of the offensive fruit."

"Oh you're definitely going to clean up all of these pears. If fact…" The Doctor made his way to the broom closet, pulling out a bucket and a mop. "You're going to clean the entire Tardis except my room, top to bottom!" He tossed the surprised teen the cleaning tools, smirking. "And I'll be moving you weapons into my room. You'll get them back once you're done."

"But that'll take weeks! Maybe even months!"

"Then you'd better get started, Jace." With that, the Doctor turned on his heel and strode out of the Tardis, a string of curses from Jace following him.