Crossover by InSilva
Disclaimer: the usual I have nothing to do with Oceanworld combined with I do not own anything of a Doctor Who nature and a little hint of I did not create Chandler and Joey. Two separate pieces in case your mind is already boggling. :)
A/N: Short and hopefully fun. And I am sure otherpeople can do Captain Jack far more justice but I crave indulgence.
Jack stepped out of the Tardis into a bright Manhattan morning, stretched and then walked in the general direction the Doctor had taken. It was never that hard to find him. If he waited long enough, there would usually be screaming of some description as a clue.
As it was, he almost missed him. Just a glimpse of light brown overcoat in a diner on the corner. Curious as ever, Jack wandered in and strolled towards the booth where the Doctor was sitting. The other occupant of the booth scored extremely highly on Jack's personal ratings system. Jack slid into the booth and took up residence alongside the Doctor with interest sparkling in his eyes and his charisma ratcheted up to full force.
"Well, hello, dark and handsome. How nice that we met."
If the Doctor was irritated by Jack's arrival, he didn't show it and that wasn't unusual. If the man was impressed by Jack's best efforts at flirtation, he didn't show it and that was unusual.
"This is Jack," the Doctor introduced. "You'll have to excuse him. He likes to say hello to everyone. Everything," he corrected.
"Hi, Jack," Dark and Handsome smiled and Jack's heart might actually have skipped a beat. "I'm Danny."
"Danny..." He lingered on the name and he smiled right back at the man with the looks and the eyes and the voice. The man who appeared not to be interested in the slightest.
"I'm just explaining to Danny that we need to borrow his expertise."
"And what is your expertise?" The question was lightly dappled with suggestion.
"I'm adept at separating people from their possessions." And there was a deep and sexy rhythm in that voice.
"You're a thief," Jack smiled. He could relate to that. What he was struggling with was the notion that Danny was able to sit and see with those gorgeous brown eyes and let everything wash over him. That almost never happened. Well, it might have happened once. But that was more about an interspecies cultural difference. And discussing the matter with the Ambassador over drinks had certainly been worth it. No such thing as diplomatic immunity.
"Danny and his partner are going to help us find the Marshino Jewel of Zenetrea."
"Partner?" Jack picked out the word he was most interested in.
"He's just getting a refill."
He. Partner. He. Partner. Huh.
Then Danny looked up at someone behind Jack and his face changed subtly. Little twitch of a lip, little sparkle in the eye and if Jack had thought Danny was at the top end of hot before, the mercury had just burst through the end of the thermometer.
A glass of cold and pink was placed down on the table and the newcomer sat down opposite Jack and Jack suddenly realised why Danny could exist so easily in the rarefied air of good looks, sex and flirt. Because he had to.
"Rusty Ryan." And the voice wasn't rich and smooth like Danny's. It was soft and understated in a way that the rest of the package really wasn't. And underneath... Jack's fingers itched to tear off the wrapping.
"Jack Harkness," Jack responded and there was definite interest in his voice just as there had been when he'd spoken to Danny because subtlety could go hang.
Blue eyes of amusement told him the interest had been registered. Politely acknowledged. And gently rebuffed.
"So. This maraschino jewel," Danny began.
"Marshino Jewel," came the correction.
"Is it red?" Rusty asked, sipping his drink.
"More kind of violet," the Doctor said absently and watching Rusty and the straw, Jack couldn't blame him. "Is that strawberry milkshake?" the Doctor asked suddenly and his face lit up. "I haven't had one of those in years. Decades in fact."
Happy innocence suited the Doctor. It was one of the things Jack truly loved about him. And he caught the amused but indulgent look on Danny's face and Jack thought he might have to redefine love. Or lust at least. And then he saw the smile dazzling its way delightedly out of Rusty and Jack found himself struggling to breathe.
"I'll get you one," Rusty promised. "You want me to get you one too, Jack?" And Jack's head had suddenly misheard and definitely misunderstood and he blinked at Rusty.
"Thanks," he said, recovering and letting his own grin creep up his face, letting his own eyes gleam. He could give as good as he got.
*
Later and there were quite a few espresso cups and several milkshake glasses in front of them. Angie, the waitress, had walked past a few times but hadn't dared clear them away because there was an involved four-way conversation that seemed full of half-sentences being batted across the table. She'd cleared down the table opposite and she'd taken a while to do that because the half-lines were fascinating and incomprehensible and quickfire and it was like some complicated tennis match where everyone was playing each other.
Yes, it was definitely that she didn't want to interrupt the conversation. And if her knees were slightly shaky and her mouth was a little dry, that was all to do with the faulty air conditioning. Angie sighed and wondered who she was trying to fool.
A/N: And another piece of nonsense.
Fierce dark eyes stared at unblinking blue. Those looking on were reminded of a scene from "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly".
"The thing is," Chandler whispered, "Joey really doesn't share food."
Danny shrugged. "Can't say Rusty has ever got the hang of it."
They looked at the two men sitting opposite each other, a solitary piece of chocolate cheesecake between them.
"Do you want to grab a coffee?" Chandler asked.
"Think so," Danny nodded. "This could take some time."
*
Later and Danny looked up from the easy chair in Central Perk to see a satisfied Rusty walking through the door followed by a smiling Joey. Danny raised an eyebrow in question: not that he'd doubted the outcome, but when he'd left, it didn't look like Rusty was going to get his way quite that easily.
"You boys have fun?" Chandler asked.
"Rusty's been teaching me card games! Isn't that terrific?"
You played poker for the cheesecake? You taught him how to play poker for the cheesecake?
I didn't need to teach him how to lose.
I hope you're thoroughly ashamed of yourself.
Why start now?
A sigh, an unrepentant smile and two cups of coffee to go.