Originally written for the WOTD Challenge 'quiantrelle': a woman who emphasises a life of passion
Disclaimer: Don't own Doctor Who
"I need your help."
Jack paused mid-sip, looking over the rim of his beer bottle.
"You changed again." He lowered his bottle.
The Doctor waved it away. "Yes, I ran foul of some radiation while trying to save the universe. But that doesn't matter right now."
"What do you need help with?"
The Doctor winced. "A quiantrelle."
Jack's brow raised. "Really? What's she like?"
The Doctor's eyes glazed over. A smile pulled at his lips.
"Feisty. Independent. Gorgeous."
"Sounds like a keeper."
The dreamy quality melted from the Doctor's face.
"Jack, I need you to teach me how to flirt."