AN: Well, apparently people liked my little Jack/1st Doctor story so much that I got requests to do the other Doctors as well. I figured, if I'm going to do them, might as well do them in order, right? If you're nice, I might even do the War Doctor...because Jack never does things half way, and this is pure oddness anyway. xD Also, I know Jack couldn't actually do this with his Vortex Manipulator (since the Doctor tweaked it), but it's more fun this way. Oh, and as much as I love Jamie, I'll probably butcher any attempt to write out his accent, so please bear with my very sad attempt. xD Anyway, on to...

The Second Doctor

Victoria Waterfield sighed as she fixed another tray of sandwiches for Jamie and the Doctor. She really didn't know where they put them all, and wasn't sure what their fondness for sandwiches was anyway. Shaking her head, she lifted the tray and headed back for the TARDIS control room.

...Only to find it deserted. 'That really shouldn't surprise me...' she thought as she sat the tray down on a chair, as there was a noticeable lack of any sort of table in the room. The central column was still rising and falling rhythmically, so they hadn't left the ship. She turned and headed back for the door leading to the rest of the ship, intent to look for her wayward companions.

"Oh, sandwiches! I'm starved!" A strange voice said behind her. An American, judging by the accent. She spun to find a handsome young man in some sort of military uniform taking a bite from one of the sandwiches.

"Who...who are you?" She asked, startled. She instinctively took a step back.

The man looked up, as if noticing her presence for the first time. "Hi, Captain Jack Harkness." He gave her a very attractive, dimpled smile that made her feel slightly flushed for some reason. "And you would be?"

Despite not knowing where the man had come from, Victoria found herself slowly moving closer, "Victoria. Victoria Waterfield."

"Victoria," He repeated, and Victoria resisted the urge to start fanning herself. "I presume I can thank you for the delicious sandwich?"

Victoria nodded, not sure she could trust her voice, though she still wasn't sure why that would be.

Jack was really enjoying himself. Probably more than he should have been. Sure, this girl, Victoria, wasn't part of his original mission statement, but he was nothing if not opportunistic. He was just about to lay on a little more charm when a male voice with a Scottish accent, called out for Victoria from somewhere just outside the control room. Jack remembered the accent the Doctor had when they'd first met, and figured there was nothing saying he might not've been Scottish at one point.

"In here, Jamie!" Victoria answered as she took a step away from Jack, and blushed faintly. Guilty body language, Jack thought. And seeing as 'body' was one of the languages Jack was fluent in, he figured he'd know.

A tall, dark haired man entered the control room wearing, Jack noticed, a kilt. The man instantly went on the offensive, though Jack wasn't sure if that was because he didn't recognize Jack, or because Jack had managed to make Victoria all cute and blushy. Or maybe he was just naturally cranky because his lower half was cold. Kilts were rather drafty, after all. Still, they were nice legs, and Jack couldn't blame him for showing them off.

Kilt-Boy strode over and placed himself between Victoria and Jack. "Where'd you come from, then?"

"Oh, here and there..." Jack replied casually. "Another time, another place...you know, the usual." He decided to try aiming a smile at Jamie, but it only seemed to make him frown more. Normally Jack would be up for the challenge, but he was a man on a mission, after all, and if he didn't stop fooling around with these two, he'd never get to...well...fool around with the Doctor. He was just about to ask where he might find the Doctor when Jamie turned to Victoria.

"Go fetch the Doctor," Jamie said in a whisper, or what Jack was sure he considered one. "He's in the library...tell him we've got a wee problem here..." He really wasn't good at whispering, Jack noted to himself.

Before either could move, Jack strode toward the door leading to the rest of the TARDIS. "Library, huh? Yeah, I think I remember the way. No need to go out of your way on my account, I don't need a guide." He gave a little wave and ducked through the door.

XxXxX

Jack whistled to himself as he strolled through the TARDIS. The decor...what was it the Doctor had called it? The Desktop Theme? Yes, the Theme was different, and the layout had changed some, but he was able to simultaneously lose Jamie, who had set out after him, and find both the library and the Doctor.

The Doctor was absorbed in a volume of Sherlock Holmes, and so he didn't notice when Jack entered. Jack took a moment to look the Doctor's new-old face over before speaking up. It was a bit of an improvement over the old man, and he couldn't see a cane in sight, which was good. He did notice a recorder laying on the arm of the chair, though...and that gave him an idea. He locked the library door behind him before speaking up.

"You know, I had this boyfriend once who could do the most interesting things with a recorder..." Jack grinned and quirked an eyebrow. "Perhaps I could teach you?"

The Doctor made a startled noise, and jumped up from his chair, knocking both his book and the recorder in question to the floor. The shorter, dark haired Time Lord began to fidget from foot to foot. "Oh, my giddy aunt! Not you again!"

"Haven't met your aunt, but she sounds fun." Jack threw in a wink, just to watch the Doctor get a bit more flustered.

The Doctor seemed puzzled for just a moment before he attempted to get himself under control. "Look, Mr...what was it?"

"Captain." Jack stressed the word. "Captain Jack Harkness." Charming, dimpled grin. "You can call me Jack."

"Look, er...Jack..."

"I'd love to look, Doctor, but that outfit obscures the view a bit." Jack interjected, stepping closer.

The Doctor continued as if he hadn't spoken. "I don't know how or...or why you keep getting aboard my TARDIS, but—"

"Have a spin and I'll be glad to look at it." Why not throw in a butt-related flirt?

"But," The Doctor took another step away from Jack who simply took a step closer. "I...I think you should go now."

"Oh, come now, Doctor..." Jack said, raising both hands in surrender, and looking the very picture of innocence. "I just want to talk."

'Get him talking, and go from there...' Jack had to resist the urge to rub his hands together and cackle at the genius of his plan. That would ruin the innocent image he was currently going for, and man, had it been a long time since he'd last played innocent. He spotted a chess board nearby and nodded to it. "Perhaps over a nice game of chess..."

Despite himself, the Doctor was curious to hear that this very strange man had to say, and what sort of opponent he'd be. With a sigh, he nodded and indicated they should have a seat. "What did you want to talk about, Jack?"

As the game began, Jack tried to quickly think of a nice, disarming topic. "It's like I told you before, Doctor, I'm a future companion of yours. You saved my life when my spaceship exploded, and I've always wanted to make it up to you somehow."

"That's not necessary..." The Doctor made a move and then fidgeted a bit in his chair. His knee accidentally brushed Jack's under the small table.

"Oh, but it is. I really want to show my...appreciation..." Jack decided that was as good a time as any, so as he made a move on the chess board, he also made a move under it. He bumped the Doctor's foot, attempting to start a nice game of footsie. The Doctor seemed to think this was also an accident, so he just moved his foot.

Jack played a few more moves in silence, thinking of how best to proceed. At least the Doctor wasn't hitting him with anything this time. That was progress, right? Either way, the Doctor was absorbed in the game, and Jack saw his opening.

"Well, Jack, if that's all you had to say, then..." The Doctor wasn't quite sure what he wanted to say.

"I've found, Doctor..." Jack began, giving one last charming smile. "That actions often speak louder than words anyway..." And thigh grope. He was aiming a bit higher, but his movements were hampered by the edge of the table.

The Doctor gave a cry of surprise, and jumped to his feet, knocking the chess board over (though Jack will forever insist he had been winning at the time). Jack followed him to his feet and took up the chase.

Round and round the TARDIS library, Jack chased the Doctor. Jack thought it was all great fun...just not for the Doctor.

"I'm sorry, Doctor!" Jack called as the Doctor ducked behind a self. "Let me make it up to you. How about a hug?"

"Go away!" The Doctor called back, still seeking a suitable hiding spot.

Jack came to a stop next to the door, and watched as the Doctor realized he was effectively cornered. Jack opened his mouth to suggest, he thought, a very fair deal when there was suddenly pounding on the still locked door.

"Doctor? Are you okay in there?" That would be the lovely Victoria.

"There's some weirdo running about the TARDIS!" That would be the kilt-clad Jamie.

"I'm not weird." Jack called back, sounding more offended than h probably was. "Just...creative."

The knob rattled as Jamie tried it, and then announced he'd break it down, if need be. Jack counted to three, mentally picturing Jamie backing up and preparing himself to ram the door. At the last possible second, Jack unlocked and opened the door, stepping clear as Jamie charged into the room and promptly tripped over the footstool to one of the armchairs.

Jack resisted the urge to laugh, but did sneak a quick peek as Jamie and his kilt sprawled on the floor. Deciding this marked a good time to make his exit, he stepped around the door into the hall, gave a nod and a wink to Victoria and strode off. "Catch you later, Doctor!"

Once he was out of sight, he pulled out a little notebook, and made a note of Victoria's name, She might be worth looking up later if he struck out entirely with the Doctor. He liked the look of Jamie a bit better, but figured he'd be an even more difficult conquest than the mission he was currently on. Plus, he hadn't caught Jamie's last name, and that made finding people just a little bit harder. Notes made, he punched in some new coordinates and let his Vortex Manipulator whisk him off to his next prospect.

-End of Part Two-

AN: So there you have the second chapter. I'm not sure it's as good as the first one, but I still enjoyed writing it. Also, I blame the presence of sandwiches and chess on "Dreams of Empire" by Justin Richards. I read it after I watched the Second Doctor's episodes, so it's my most recent encounter with him, and therefore my freshest source of inspiration, if that makes any sense. xD Anyway, please R&R, and I'll do my best to have part 3 up much sooner.