Captain Jack and Washing the TARDIS

"Give her a good wash." The Doctor told Jack, patting his back.

They had just finished with a particularly messy adventure (apparently Slitheen and vinegar result in an explosion of icky-sticky goop that gets EVERYWHERE) and Rose had needed to go home to give her mom the wash and get more clothes. As if all the clothes in the TARDIS weren't enough. Women. They were at her house now. They had barely landed before the Doctor threw a bucket, soap, and a scrub brush to Jack.

"It's your ship." Jack said, his face in a frown. "Why can't YOU?"

Rose laughed as the Doctor gave Jack a faux shocked look. "I have an obligation to see Rose's mum."

Jack glared at him, "You hate Jackie Tyler. Besides, I wanna meet her."

"Ooh no." Rose said, seeing Jack's grin, "YOU aren't going anywhere near mum. You'll only flirt, and THAT is something in the universe I definitely do NOT want to see."

"Rose I'm hurt." The Captain said, placing a hand on his heart, " How could you accuse me of wanting to meet your mom merely to flirt with her?"

"Very easily."

"So, there's a water spicket just there." The Doctor said, pointing to the spicket beside the it. He'd planned this all along. As if the dusting incident wasn't enough. "I want her spotless."

"Have fun." Rose said with a wave.

She and the Doctor walked off to Rose's house, leaving Jack beside the goopy TARDIS. He sighed, "You two owe me big time!" he yelled.

Frowning, he went to the spicket and filled up the bucket. How come HE was always the one getting stuck with the maid work? If anything, Rose should ply maid for a bit. He was sure the Doctor wouldn't be opposed to having Rose war a maid outfit…

His thoughts were interrupted by music playing from the TARDIS. He lookedat the blue box and laughed. "You know me too well."

The Captain started washing, letting himself slowly lose himself in the melody. At the moment, fighting his singing habit seemed trivial.

"Just a small town girl…
"Livin' in a lonely world…
"She took the midnight train goin' anywhere…"

He started scrubbing the Slitheen goop from the TARDIS in time to the music, bouncing up and down to the words.

"Just a city boy…
"Born and raised in South Detroit…
"He took the midnight train goin' anywhere…"

Captain Jack dipped the scrub brush back into the bucket, bobbing his head. He didn't go all-out, though. Not yet.

"A singer in a smokey room…
"The small of wine and cheap perfume…
"For a smile they could share the night
"It goes on and on and on and on…"

He did a twirl as he scrubbed and he was off.

"Strangers…Waiting…
"Up and down the boulevard…
"Their shadows…searching in the ni-ah-ight…"

He scrubbed, shaking his hips and bobbing up and down on his toes.

"Street lights…People…
"Livein' just to find emotion…
"Hideing somewhere in the night…"

Jack banged his head to the musical interlude, scrubbing at a TARDIS window.

"Workin' hard to get my fill…
"Everybody wants a thrill…
"Payin' anything to roll the dice…just one more time…"

He spun on his toes, then went back to a particularly stubborn spot on a window. He was letting loose now, soon he would let go completely.

"Some will win…
"Some will lose…
"Some are born to sing the blues…
"Though the movie never ends it goes on and on and on and on…"

His head banged to the creshendo of the music and his body swayed. Just a bit more and she was clean.

"Strangers…waiting…
"Up and down the boulevard…
"Their shadows searching in the ni-ah-ight…
"Streetlights…people…
"Livein' just to find emotion
"Hideing somewhere in the niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!"

Jack spun around, now moving much more dramatically, having completely lost himself in the song. The scrub brush was now a guiar, then microphone, the TARDIS his audience as he rinsed her off.

"Don't stop believing!
"Hold on to that feeling!
"Streetlights…Peop-oh-oh-oooole!"

He was completely lost in the music, singing his heart out to the TARDIS as he poured buckets of water on her to get rid of the suds, oblivious to anything else.

"Don't stop believing!
"Hold on to that feeling!
"Streetlights! Peop-oh-oh-oh-ooooole!
"Don't stop believing!
"Hold oooooon!
"Streetlights peop-oh-oh-oh-oooooole!"

He splashed one more bucket of water onto the TARDIS, getting rid of the last of the suds, and posed as the last chord of the song struck.

"Don't stop!"

Jack held the pose, trying to catch his breath.

It took him a moment to register the sound that reached his ears, and realization dawned in his eyes.

Clapping. Someone was clapping.

He whirreled around to see Rose. She was beaming triumphantly and clapping her hands. "Bravo! Encore!" she said, trying to hold in laughter.

Captain Jack Harkness was not a man who easily blushed, and only a few women (and one man) had ever succeeded in making his cheeks go pink. But, as he felt his cheeks redden, he realized Rose Tyler had made him blush worse than any of them.

"Rose? What are you doing here?" he demanded.

Rose laughed "I knew if we left you alone long enough you'd put on a show. I snuck away. I couldn't miss this." She laughed as Jack glared. Finally, she turned on her heel, "I'm headed home. Have fun putting on the rest of your personal musical."

Jack glared at her. "This, Rose Tyler, means war!"

Rose looked back at him, grinning cheekily, confident in her Jack-catching abilities. "Won't be much of one."

Jack smiled mischievously as she walked off. "Winner gets a night alone with the Doctor." He smiled when she stopped short, "Absolutely. Alone. NO intrusion or interference from the other."

Rose turned slowly back to him, smirking. "Best two out of three."

"You're on, Rose Tyler."

He watched, chuckling as she walked off, seeming very confident. This would definitely be amusing.

Jack Harkness vs. Rose Tyler.

It had a nice ring to it…