'Whatever you say Rosie.' Pronounced Jack, holding the TARDIS door open for her in a gentlemanly fashion. She grinned at him, giving him a mock curtsy, before leading the way through the door. The Doctor followed, slightly sullen look on his face.
Jack rolled his eyes as he followed the two, who were already hand-in-hand, towards Jackie's flat. The moment he so much as flirted with Rose, the Doctor always got in a huff, even if he pretended he didn't.
They were visiting Rose's home time/place to keep her mum from worrying, to have some 'some normal, human, female company' downtime, and plus she claimed that she needed a few certain somethings that could only be found in the early 21st century. The Doctor, of course, had immediately declared that he'd take her to Borgon; a shopping planet, that had absolutely anything, ever. Rose had laughingly declined, pointing out that they might as well just make a brief visit to her time and kill three birds with one stone. The Doctor had muttered something about dangerous mothers, slapping, and a preference to be dunked in a Tuling sewer, before grudgingly beginning to manoeuvre the TARDIS into the vortex.
Jack mused on the fact that, essentially, the Doctor never refused Rose anything. This was good, because otherwise Jack would never have come on board, and would probably be floating in little pieces along with his ship, somewhere in deep space. The Doctor's view to potentially competing males was so primordially territorial that it was all the ex time agent could do to keep from laughing. If Rose so much as looked at anything remotely male and bipedal, the unfortunate man was usually treated with death glares, abysmal rudeness, and she was ushered away within an average of three minutes. Jack had been timing. All that, and he wasn't even sleeping with her.
It was a shame really. Two exceptionally sexy people, and he couldn't sleep with either of them, just because they were too busy not sleeping with each other. He sighed a little as he walked, but then put it firmly out of his mind, as he had gotten well used to doing, and resolved to find a nice one-night-stand whilst they were here. If not the cure, at least symptomatic treatment. That decided, he gave a quick skipping step to catch up with said couple, and joined in their debate on the best type of comfort ice-cream.
To be continued… (with more than just Jack's postulations…:D )