Author's Note: Eek! Just one more chapter and it's over! I can't believe I have written a whole story, how crazy is that? Enjoy the second POV in the situation!

Mr Sexually Frustrated

"Hello, Captain Jack Harkness speaking?"

"JACK OH MY GOODNESS CLARA BLOOMING OSWALD ACTUALLY LIKES ME HOW IS THIS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE WHAT SHOULD I DO SHE IS TOO GOOD FOR ME BUT I LOVE HER BUT WHAT IF SHE LIKES ME AS A FRIEND WHAT IF I'M OVERREACTING WHAT IF ITS ALL A JOKE WHAT DO I DO JACK?!" The Doctor shouted in one breath, then breathing heavily for about ten seconds, whilst Jack laughed his head off.

Jack decided not to tell the Doctor Clara had also just phoned him about the exact same thing, he thought it would be funnier to get the Doctor's side of the story. Which, right now, was a bit of a panic.

"Okay, someone's sexually frustrated!" Jack joked.

"But," The Doctor whined, "She likes me!"

"You mentioned. Right, what do you want me to do, because, frankly, you've gone nuts."

"Okay, I want you to tell me what to say to Clara." He said, between heavy breaths.

"Sorry, dear, but I'm not the one she likes, which is a change."

Jack could almost feel the Doctor glaring at him down the phone.

"No." Was all the Doctor said, angrily.

"Whatever, she's yours, clearly. Look, this is Clara we're talking about, you don't need to impress her, she is easily pleased by kindness. Just be good to her, that's all she wants."

"You said that about River," The Doctor retaliated.

"Is now the time to bring up River? I thought you were over her?" Jack said, quickly realising how heartless the comment was.

"So did I." The Doctor said, sadly and quietly.

"Come on, then, we've got an angry Miss Oswald to deal with!" Jack said playfully, which cheered the Doctor up.

"Should she come to my place? It would be wrong to go to her's, I've never been!"

"Okay, Doc, ask Clara if she wants to go out sometime, or just hang out or whatever you fun teacher people do."

Jack had a plan, and wasn't telling the Doctor it.

"Are you sure?" The Doctor whispered.

"Yep. Now, tell me, what does she like?"

"Me?"

"Keep on trying. Like food, films, sports, hobbies?"

"She likes books, romance books mainly, Chinese takeaway, pepperoni pizza, also my favourite, Beyoncé, and American tv shows. Hates science fiction, though. And she calls my porch a snog box!" The Doctor said angrily, but somehow fondly.

"It will be if you get your way!" Jack chortled, yet again feeling the Doctor's glare.

Which made Jack laugh even more at how protective the Doctor was of Clara even though they were apparently 'just friends'.

"Alright, Doc, hear my plan: Call Miss Oswald, text under absolutely no circumstances, and ask to meet up. Maybe suggest her place, because I know your bed is a wreck-"

"Harkness!" The Doctor shouted maturely, and fairly angrily as well.

"Take some pizza, movies, and ditto popcorn. And if you need some bedroom advice...?"

"I'm not taking advice from you, you shove things in your mouth and...," The Doctor paused, wondering how to phrase what he wanted to say, "Other parts."

"Oh, how well you know me, Doc." He trilled, happy at his work, and the fact he had finally won a bet against the enigmatic Amelia Pond.

"Look, are you going to ask her out or sit around on your sofa surrounded in blankets moping and asking me for advice you're never going to use? Because if it's the latter, I will end this call right here and now and tell Miss Oswald you are not going to ask her out because you have violent diarrhoea!"

"Are you joking me?" The Doctor moaned.

Jack didn't reply. He had given the Doctor an ultimatum, one he couldn't refuse.

"No." The Doctor sulked, ending the call.

Jack was hopeful he hadn't let Clara down. He hoped the Doctor was about to do the right thing.