Chapter Ten

France is really cold at this time of year. Still good excuse to stay indoors and write! Three chapters done so far and it has only been a couple of hours(ish). Today we find out what our brave hero's get up to after sharing a bottle of wine. HEAD OUT OF GUTTER OR I SHALL SONIC YOUR LAPTOP OR COMPUTER SO THAT YOU MAY NEVER READ FANFICTION AGAIN. MUAHAHAHAHAHA. Anyhoo... not an amazing chapter, but I lost the feeling of my toes halfway through the last one and am getting impatient.

"See? This is why I don't usually drink! Because in my 900 odd years, drinking has always caused problems! Last time I drank, I nearly ended up starting world war three ten years early because of a banana joke gone wrong! This is your fault Harkness!" she shouted, manacled to an upright table. Jack was strapped to an identical table opposite her, with a look on his face that showed very little exasperation considering the fact that he was being blamed for something that he had nothing to do with. This Doctor appeared to be incredibly mouthy.

When he had suggested a drink, he meant at the bar at the end of the bay. Not at a pub in the Calsious Nebula two thousand years into the future. Or what they had thought was two thousand years into the future. They had walked down the empty streets with no trouble, before arriving at a busy looking pub. Once ordering a bottle of Teenian wine, they found a table with their drinks and chatted. They told each other about their recent adventures. Jack commented about how he had not seen her since the earth had moved, and her that she had not seen him since she had saved Gwen. Now knowing that they were both in sync, they were free to talk about anything. The wine was slowly affecting them more and more and the Doctor found that she became rather flirty once she had had a drink. So much so that when a little blue alien from Fallex came up to the table to offer them both a drink, she accepted it and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The little alien hurried away and she turned to see Jack looking a little hurt.

"Something wrong Harkness?" she asked, her words slurring her words a little whilst she took his hand from the table. "Nice hand by the way. I like hands. Especially big hands. Your hand. Hands. Both of them. Hands are fun..." she babbled on

"No no, not at all." He replied, his old smile back on his face at the sight of the Doctor clearly trying hard not to lick his hand. He had had stranger. The little blue alien appeared and gave them the wine, before quickly heading off into the crowd. The Doctor raised her glass at him before turning back to stare at Jacks hand which she was still holding. As she poked her tongue out Jack laughed, drained his glass of wine and stood up, still not letting go of the Doctor.

"Come on you, time to head back." He said. The Doctor protested, claiming that she wanted to have a go at the karaoke before they left, but Jack just pulled her towards the door. He grabbed her glass and took another big slurp, managing to spill it down her, before Jack pulled it out of her hands and placed it on a table. "and that is enough wine aswell!"

The night air was cold and Jack instinctively pulled the Doctor towards him, forgetting that o the Doctor, this was probably warmer than to him, seeing as she had a higher metabolism. Suddenly a thought struck him. He stopped in the middle of the street, and the Doctor, not expecting it nearly fell over when she was tugged back by his arm.

"Doctor... we only had one bottle of wine..." he said.

"So?" he muttered, she had noticed his hand again and focused on it. For some reason she was starting to feel dizzy and looking at the hand helped her stay up.

"So why are you all of a sudden roaring drunk?" he was feeling fine, but the Doctor was clearly close to paralytic. The dopey grin slid of the Doctor's face as she tried to think about what he meant. But her head was starting to hurt and her heart was pouting as Jack's hand blurred in and out of her vision.

"Doctor, I'm hard to drug, I have been ever since Rose..."

"And?" her eyes were getting heavy as she tried to stop the world spinning and she had the urge to lie on the street and sleep. But she didn't need him to tell her. She finally had noticed that something was wrong. She had been drugged. Not poison, but by something. Not strong enough to knock out Jack, and knock her out instantly, but something that did eventually affect her. She snapped her head up to look at Jack. Bad idea her head was banging as she looked up and she could barely keep her eyes open now. She needed to get... to get...

Jack caught her as she fell. Not knowing what to do he picked her up and looked around. Out from the shadows stepped the same Fallex that had offered them the bottle of wine before. Jack narrowed his eyes, working out what must have had happened.

"So noticing that the wine we ordered that was drugged had not worked out, you gave us a second bottle? Sneaky." He said.

"I'm surprised that it took so long for her to drop. Yet you still remain, perfectly fine. Still, never mind. You can just carry her for me, otherwise, you both die."

He would be ok, but he couldn't risk her life. Jack stepped forwards to follow the Fallex. He walked towards a blue item transportation pod which he was instructed to carry the Doctor into. As he stepped into it and placed the Doctor down, he felt a stab of pain as something collided with the back of his head and hell forwards into darkness.