Author Notes: Moar 4U. I couldn't resist.
Acknowledgments: Casey for her superior punctuation editing skills.


Jack walked into the console room with an unmistakable air of confidence. The Doctor was only aware of the reason behind this when he looked up to see Jack in comfortable casual.

He knew that it would be easier to ignore such behaviour, in a hope that he would lose interest, but after being proven time and time again that this was not the case, he had lost hope in seeing Jack fully clothed in the future.

And foolishly, he chose to bite. "Jack."

"Yes, Doctor?" Jack smirked knowingly, his hands at his hips, bringing attention to his assets. Truth was, he had even gone to the trouble to choose a shirt to accentuate his area.

The Doctor exhaled. "Where are your pants?" he asked resignedly.

"I'm not wearing any." Jack revealed with a grin.

The Time Lord couldn't say he was surprised. "I can see that," he noted before returning his attentions to the console.

It was only when his initial plan seemed to be failing that Jack resorted to plan B, a cleverly devised extension to plan A, with the success rate increased by 25%.

Jack produced a pen from his shirt pocket, gently rolling it between his fingers.

The obscure display once again captured the Doctor's attention and Jack found him looking up from the controls with an otherwise blank expression.

It only encouraged him as he played on the Doctor's 'anticipation' before 'dropping it'.

"Oh," he began with mock surprise, "how awkward." He almost chuckled, mirth shining in blue eyes as he grinned broadly. He noticed the Doctor struggle with his natural desire to help, his muscles tensing as he stood at a standstill.

No matter what, the Doctor could always trust Jack to pull a reverse soap stunt. If prison was ever an option for him, he could guarantee that those around him would be terrified of his sexual prowess and the usual offenders would be confused at his willingness.

As the silence extended, he became aware of what Jack was hoping for and wordlessly raised his brow, a flicker of alarm in his gaze. "Jack, I'm not—"

Jack was in no way discouraged, but stopped the Doctor short. "No?" he questioned playfully before continuing "…I guess I'll have to then." He smirked, bending over to retrieve the pen with an exaggerated leisure.

"I better not catch you looking," Jack announced, taking a sizable pause in the pen's retrieval.

The Doctor looked away pensively, pursing his lips as he chose the most appropriate route around and away from him, creating a substantial distance between himself and Jack as he returned to the depths of the TARDIS.