So, this is Chapter 1.

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Vanity

"Ooh, this is going to be difficult," remarked the Doctor, admiring the state of repair that his jacket lapel was in. He'd always liked the tatty way it fitted him. It suited him, he thought.

Jack, grinning, suggested they just go stare in a mirror the whole day.

"That's an idea! We could go to the Parallel Falls! They have those funny little mirror rooms where you can see everything from every angle and you can't find the door. And mirror mazes. I was stuck in one of those for almost two weeks, once. Might be better with company…" he smiled, flipping a few switches and steering the Tardis towards the planet of Landisc 3.

"Right. Now. Just… think vain thoughts. Ummm…" He paused. "Ooh, my bum looks good in this…" Looking up to the sound of Jack laughing, he grinned too. "What?! It does…"

"Sure it does, Doctor. I bet mine would, too."

The Doctor looked at him with an expression that showed Jack he had no idea what he meant. Jack just grinned, fixing his hair in the mirrors. It was easier to do when you could see the back, he realised.

"So… what? Do we just stand here all day? 'Cos that wouldn't exactly cure our boredom." The Doctor flattened a crinkle in his sleeve and looked at Jack for an answer.

"What? Don't look at me, this was your idea! I'm not used to being… vain. I look at… I admire… well, other people, not myself. Well, not often, anyway."

The Doctor sighed, tugging at his ear lobe. Hang on – did he always stand sideways when he did that? And how did his hair look when he ran a hand through it like… that. Ah, that looked terrible. No wonder people gave him such funny looks when he was panicking. He did that to his hair when he was panicking. Maybe he shouldn't do that. But still, he liked his hair. It was kinda… sexy. Even if he did say so himself.

Jack stuck his hands in his pockets, watching the Doctor hop around, just seeing how much of an idiot he usually looked. Chuckling when he did something that looked really stupid (like wave his hands around in that comical way he always did), he stood back and enjoyed the show.

"Doctor? Are we lost?" Jack asked, sighing, hands stuffed deep within his pockets.

"What! No! Course not! We just… don't know where we are."

Jack rolled his eyes, leaning back against a mirror, which wobbled a little under his weight. "You don't know where you are, you mean. I know exactly where I am. I'm right here."

Sighing, the Doctor leaned beside him, sliding down the mirror and onto the floor, spreading his legs out in front of him. Jack sat down too, rubbing his eyes. They'd been in here for almost six hours, and he was hungry.

"You got any food?"

"Mm – yeah, here…" The Doctor reached inside a pocket, withdrawing a fresh banana from inside. Jack took it and peeled it, taking a bite. It was cool, creamy – sweet. He had not eaten bananas before the Doctor had introduced them to him, just a few years ago. He'd only known him for about a day back then, and he knew nothing about him – he still didn't. The Doctor had a million secrets, a million stories; none that he would never tell.

Grabbing back the banana, the Doctor took a bite, chewing and swallowing. "This way!" He yelled suddenly, dropping the banana, jumping up and running off. Jack followed, trying to figure out which was the real Doctor among the mirror ones. They were all identical, but luckily only one looked lively enough to be the true Doctor. He walked right up to him, handing him back the empty banana skin. The Doctor reached out a hand and pulled open a door – there was the exit! Hidden in a mirror the whole time. They must have passed it fifteen times at least!

"How did you know?"

The Doctor tapped his nose, keeping his mouth closed, smiling. He wasn't going to tell. Jack chuckled, following the Doctor out into a sandy courtyard where the Tardis sat, quiet and lonely.

The whole time they had been in there, Jack couldn't admire himself in the mirrors. He wasn't the vain type, and he knew that. The Doctor wasn't either – but it was just a bit of fun. But Jack could admire the Doctor. With all those mirrors about, it wasn't exactly difficult. And the Doctor wouldn't have been able to tell where he was looking, as well. He could look anywhere he wanted. Anywhere. And at anything.

The Doctor was… gorgeous. He was just so attractive, in every way. He was clever, respectful, he knew what was doing. He was a pleasure just to be around. Jack couldn't help that his eyes (and mind) weren't drawn to his own virtues.

The Doctor was a better man, in every way. He was the perfect companion, the perfect friend. Jack saw in the Doctor the things he could never achieve. He was more patient, he could listen to people, understand them. He would never use violence – he was a man of peace, and he always won the battle. He was so easy to love, so easy to idolise. For some reason, this thought made him think of a song he'd once heard – Jack smiled, watching the Doctor spinning a car-engine part that was fixed to the Tardis console. The Doctor was practically a walking subject for songs.

Jack loved him, well and truly. He wanted him. 'Vanity' was fast disclosing into 'lust'. And he still had a week to wait until he could let that one fly.

He was the perfect companion, the perfect friend – but could he not also be the perfect lover…?

Chapter 2 up next week! That's Gluttony! (They are all out of order, by the way. Not that there is an order... but MEH.) :P