Title: The True Meaning of TARDIS
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: not sure so I'll give it a PG for now anyway
Summary: 5 Scenes/chapters with the same scenario, same time: Jack is drooling over the TARDIS. The only difference each time is … who is drooling over Jack?
Author's Note: This is a very silly fic I wrote whilst taking a break from some angsty fics I've been writing recently.
Disclaimer: I'm a student. I own a tatty book and a mouldy piece of cheese. I don't own Doctor Who.
Terrifically. Absolutely. Ravishingly. Definitely. Incredibly. Slutty
1) Jack/TARDIS
Jack was finally all alone in the TARDIS' control room. The Doctor and Rose had gone out on a date, which they refused to call a date but was really. Jack could at last get a look at the insides of the TARDIS.
"Oh!" Jack exclaimed. "Is that a superphysicalbiodimentionalsatellitearray?" Jack growled and the TARDIS glowed in reply. "Wow!" Jack was speechless until he eyed another part of the TARDIS.
"A teleoscilatelectrotechnoligisonicumnacelle? Two of them? TARDIS, you are a very special girl! I know people who would kill to know a ship like you! I am a very lucky man!" The TARDIS purred in reply.
"You have a solaspacialmicropantheuscyberslipstreamgenerator! I have fantasized about one of those since I was a boy!" The TARDIS increased the temperature of the room. Jack took the hint and removed his t-shirt. "Do you mind if I play?" The TARDIS made no objection so Jack set about recalibrating the generator to create a quasideutransformiltration pulse.
Both the TARDIS and Jack were very happy bunnies that night.