As some of you may know, Jessica Jones is now available on Netflix. All 13 episodes are sitting there, waiting to be watched. I really hope it's not too inappropriate, because I've been so excited for this show. Jessica seems like a really interesting character, and Kilgrave seems like an awesome villain.

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So…yeah.

*fangirls*

God bless and have a great day (or night)!
ThePro-LifeCatholic

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Nor do I own Netflix or Jessica Jones. If I did, some serious WhoMarvel stuff would be going down. And by that, I mean it would be nothing short of AWESOME to see the Doctor and Purple Man face off to each other.

Writing Prompt #61: TV Show Comes to Life

Characters: Rose Tyler, Mickey (Rickey) Smith, Jack Harkness, 9th Doctor, Martha Jones, Donna Noble, 10th Doctor, Amy Pond, Rory Pond (Williams), River Song, 11th Doctor, Clara Oswald, 12th Doctor

Pairings: None

Genre: Humor/Friendship/Family/Mystery

Rating: K, K+

NOTE: I don't know if this would count as a crossover or not…but it might, so…thought I'd just put that here…

The Doctor leaned forward in his seat, hands clutching the arms of the chair tightly. His nose nearly brushed touched the brunette's face from where she sat in front of him on the floor. For a second or two they both sat completely still, brown and blue eyes locked in an intense stare-down. Bushy grey eyebrows furrowed together and his forehead wrinkled up. Finally, opening his mouth ever so slightly, a hiss of breath escaped his lips, followed by a whisper.

"Can you stop a car?" he questioned softly. The ends of Clara's mouth twitched once, twice. Struggling to maintain a serious expression, she chewed on her lip, waiting a beat before leaning forward herself, so that their noses nearly touched.

"A slow moving car," she answered just as softly, with an underlying tremor that could only be characteristic as someone trying to hold back a laugh. The mood was broken by a smile that Clara couldn't hide anymore, followed by a chuckle.

"No, Clara!" the Doctor exclaimed, leaning back in the chair. "You were doing so well!"

"Bravo!" Donna cried from where she sat (next to Jack Harkness). The room erupted into applause, and Clara gave a few quick bows.

"Thank you, thank you. It was nothing, really," she said. The eldest regeneration of the Time Lord rolled his eyes.

"Of course it was nothing. I was the one doing all of the performing," he stated.

"Ooooooooh," Jack, Martha, Amy, River, and Rose collectively gasped at once. Mickey tossed a pillow to Clara, who promptly brought it down on top of her Doctor's head.

"Ow! Hey!" he cried, leaping up from the chair. Clara chased him around the room, swinging her weapon to-and-fro.

"Alright, Jack," Donna said, turning to the ex-time agent. "Your turn."

"Whatever you say," he said with a shrug.

"Really, Jack?" the Doctor asked from where he sat, squashed between Rose and Martha, with Mickey squeezed on the tail end of the foursome.

"Really what?" Jack responded innocently.

"Do you have to make everything sound so…flirty?" the Doctor wanted to know. He glanced at Amy and Rory (who were leaning against the console next to him) to see if they had picked up on the not-so-subtly-flirtatious tone in Jack's voice. The Ponds exchanged a glance, then Rory raised his hands in the air defensively.

"I'm not getting involved," he said.

"You two men can hash it out over your girlfriend," Amy reinforced, crossing her arms. The Doctor gaped at them, utterly at a loss for words for three seconds.

"Well…No!...Really, Ponds?" He turned away adjusted his bowtie. He had chosen to don a purple one today, especially for the occasion of the Jessica Jones marathon that all of the companions had planned for. "That's not what I meant," he started, facing the Ponds again.

"Oi!" Donna shouted, interrupting their conversation. "I wanna hear Jack go!"

"Just do it, Jack," the Doctor in leather said, flicking Rose's hair out of his face. Jack straightened up in his seat and cleared his throat a couple times.

"The devil did this," he squeaked in a high and very badly executed falsetto, "And I'm gonna stop him!"

Donna fell back in her chair in a helpless fit of laughter. Rose, who had decided just at that moment to take a sip of her soda, began coughing. The Doctor slapped her on the back in an attempt to help her clear her windpipe. Martha, who couldn't say anything for several moments, was reduced to silent shaking and slapping her hands against Mickey's lap. Even Clara stopped her chase because of Jack's impression of the female superhero. Amy fell against Rory, and the Doctor found himself chuckling.

"Hey!" Jack feigned offensively, "I thought I did pretty good."

"No…you…didn't!" Donna gasped, batting him on the arm. "That was the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"

"I thought it was brilliant," River drawled, clapping her hands slowly and loudly.

"That sounded like a sarcastic clap," Jack observed. River grinned mysteriously.

"Maybe that's what it was supposed to sound like," she reasoned with a shrug. A delicious aroma wafted into the room, causing the somewhat chaotic atmosphere to settle a bit.

"Mmmmm," Martha breathed, finally calm enough to talk. "Is that…?"

"Oh, yeah," Rose affirmed, wriggling on the cushions.

"Cookies!" the Eleventh Doctor confirmed, leaping forward and spinning around, trying to place the originating source of the smell.

"Hello!" The Doctor cried, bounding into the room. He had decided on wearing his blue suit that day, but a pair of deep purple converse was on his feet, and his hair was styled to match the Purple Man's look (it had taken him a good part of that morning). In one hand he precariously balanced a tray heaped with freshly-baked goodies. "Thought I'd make something for the marathon," he explained, setting the display of treats down on the console. The TARDIS buzzed, and he quickly picked up the tray again.

"Sorry, Old Girl," the Doctor apologized.

"Just set it here," the grey-haired Doctor said, pointing to his own empty chair.

"Thanks," Spaceman responded. After the tray situation was resolved, he looked suspiciously around the room at himself and his companions past, present, and future.

"Alright," he finally said, folding his arms across his chest. "What's going on? Have you been talking about me?"

"No," Mickey said.

"You're not interesting, remember?" the youngest Doctor piped up. Rose whacked him in the arm.

"We were imitating lines from the Jessica Jones trailers," Clara explained. "And Jack…he tried to copy one of Jessica's lines." She grinned, and several other people began to laugh again. The pinstripe Doctor sighed and shook his head. "Really, Jack?"

"What?!" Jack exclaimed. "I'm as lost as you are, Doc!"

"He thinks he's funny," River mused between chuckles.

"How about you have a go, Doctor?" Amy broke in suddenly, pointing a finger at the skinny Doctor.

"Have a go at what?" he responded. Martha rolled her eyes.

"For a super intelligent Time Lord, you're a real dunce sometimes," Donna stated. "She meant have a go at imitating someone's lines from the trailer!"

"He's horrible at impersonation," tweed-Doctor said, adjusting his bowtie again. "Unless he's trying to act like a Scottish person," he continued thoughtfully. "He's really good at Scottish accents."

"That's probably because Scottish accents are awesome," Amy said. "Scottish accent is the only accent worth learning. They're cool." She stressed the last word.

"Come on, Pretty Boy," River prompted. "Just one line."

The Doctor took a long look at the faces staring at him with poorly-concealed expectation. He sighed resignedly, letting his arms fall to his sides. "Fine," he muttered.

"Yay!" Clara cheered.

"Do Luke Cage," Rory said.

"I wanna hear you do Jessica!" Donna interjected.

"If there's someone who wears a bowtie in the show, imitate them," his immediate successor put in. "And don't just imitate his lines. Imitate his genius sense of fashion, too."

Pretty Boy rolled his eyes. "As if," he shot back.

"Do Purple Man, Doctor," Martha suggested. The Doctor pondered this proposition. "Fine," he conceded. "Just give me a sec."

The room fell silent as the Doctor smoothed down his suit and bowed his head. He closed his eyes, letting the voice of the character run through his mind. Then rolling his shoulders back, he raised his head slowly. A cold, sinister light gleamed behind brown irises, mixed with fierce intelligence and rabid hunger. Raw power and cocky self-assurance seemed to radiate off his being. He hunched forward, ever so slightly, as if he were collapsing in on himself.

"Jessica Jones," he hissed, his gaze sweeping the room, scrutinizing the face of every person present. The Doctor leaned back, clasping his hands behind his back and tilting his head to one side. "Don't play the hero with me," he continued. His voice was velvety soft, conveying a false sense of tenderness that couldn't be found in his face. Suddenly he jumped forward, every muscle tensing and uncoiling like a spring. The glint in his eyes became a blaze of cold flame, and he seemed prepared to pounce on whatever was closest to him; to take it and tear it apart. To twist and break and mutilate until the empty starvation was finally appeased.

Then he stood up straight and ran a hand through his hair absent-mindedly, completely destroying his hairstyle. "Well that was fun," he stated. "But I have another batch of cookies in the oven, and I should probably check on them now." He walked to the nearest doorway. "Carry on!" he called cheerfully. "Be back in a tick." With that, the Doctor was gone.

The room was silent, even after he had left. Everyone sat still as stones in their respective positions, giving each other slightly perturbed looks. Not only had the Doctor's voice sounded eerily similar to that of Purple Man, but his expressions and acting performance lent to an uncanny resemblance between the two that, until then, none of the others had really noticed.

No one said anything about it, of course, but it was unanimously and wordlessly decided that, from that point onward, there would be no more roleplaying Jessica Jones until after the marathon that evening.

This was pretty much just an excuse to: 1) raise awareness for the show, 2) exploit the fact that both Kilgrave and the 10th Doctor are the same character, and 3) make multiple companions and regenerations interact with each other, because that's always fun to write.

Oh, yeah...and 4) 'cause it's fun to make Jack act like a completely ridiculous and adorable idiot who never acts mature. Ever.

See you around for the next prompt!