Hey, guys.

School started up again, so updates are going to be sporadic (I mean, it's not like they weren't already…)

I've been wanting to update The Fountain of Youth, but I've hit a rut and can't think of what to write next. I mean, it's in my head, but I don't have a clear picture. It's kind of annoying. But I will eventually get the next chapter finished, because I like the overall story idea and I need to complete it.

Oh, and I've discovered the wonder that is Portal songs. I know next-to-nothing about the game itself and its characters, but I know enough to tell you who GLaDOS and Chell are, and Caroline (to some extent). And I know enough to now realize how unbelievably catchy GLaDOS' songs are. I've practically been forced to listen to them, because they keep replaying in my head otherwise.

So…yeah. For those who want to listen to them, they're called "Still Alive", "Want You Gone", and "You Wouldn't Know". The third one is from Lego Dimensions, so you might want to type that in when searching for it. They're all clean, and each one is from GLaDOS' point of view. She's singing to the character Chell.

You might need to do some Wikipedia research before listening to the songs. But you don't have to; they're fine on their own (although some background clears up the meaning of some of the stanzas).

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

ThePro-LifeCatholic

Writing Prompt #78: Battle Arena

Characters: 9th Doctor, Captain Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler

Shippings: none

Genres: Humor/Friendship

Rating: K

Prompted by: ErinKenobi2893

Summary: You should write something where Jack and the (Tenth) Doctor get into a slap fight. X-D

Note: When planning out this prompt, the first Doctor who came to mind was actually the 9th Doctor. I could see it perfectly, with the coffee and all that jazz. I hope that doesn't bother you, ErinKenobi2893.

Rose shuffled into the TARDIS kitchen. Yawning, rubbing her eyes, and pulling strands of hair out of her mouth, she made a bee-line for the tea cupboard. The figure in a black jacket was watching her from where he perched on the edge of a bar stool.

"Mornin'," she muttered, opening the wooden door and rummaging through boxes of tea. Grabbing one, she yanked it out and stared at the name printed on the cardboard. Its title gave her no enlightenment as to what flavor the tea was, so she stuffed it back and reached for another.

The Doctor gave her no response; he continued to watch her with piercing blue eyes, his large hands cradling a white mug. A spiral of steam floated up from the contents within the cup, enveloping the Doctor's face in a thin veil of smoke before swirling out of sight above his head.

Rose opened the fridge and began to examine its contents. She glanced over her shoulder at the Doctor and hid a smile. In her days of traveling in the TARDIS, she had yet to wake up before the Doctor did. He loved the early morning hours, and he didn't sleep that much, besides.

But when it came to actually being awake and functioning, he was definitely lacking in that area. Every morning she would find him sitting at a kitchen table (there was more than one kitchen in the TARDIS), sipping a large mug of coffee. Only when the cup was emptied did the Doctor begin to perk up, becoming chatty and good-natured, ready for anything that might come their way that day. But for the moment, the Doctor wasn't going anywhere, wasn't in the mood for doing anything, and was going to avoid having a conversation with anyone until the coffee was gone.

Rose had just put an everything bagel into the toaster when Jack Harkness, looking very un-professional in mismatched pajamas, entered the kitchen. His dark brown hair was mussed, with one sticking up crazily into the air. He rubbed his eyes, blinking rapidly as he stepped into the light.

"Mornin'," Rose said again, aiming the greeting at the captain. Jack yawned and stretched.

"Hey," he drawled. Sidestepping Rose, Jack opened the fridge and pulled out a cardboard box. Flipping open the lid, he pulled out a piece of cold ham-and-pineapple pizza. Rose wrinkled her nose in disgust as he took a large bite.

"Why're you eating pizza for breakfast?" she wanted to know. Jack shrugged and tore off another piece.

"'Cause he's too lazy to make eggs," the Doctor supplied. He shifted position on his chair and stirred some more cream into his coffee. The white liquid clouded his beverage, turning it hazel-golden.

"That's it; you got me." Jack chuckled amicably. The Doctor huffed in response and went back to staring at the fancy designs carved into the table-top. Jack sidled over, pulling out a chair and sliding it closer to the Doctor's seat. Then he collapsed onto the wooden chair, splaying his legs out and letting his arms slam against the surface of the table. The Doctor glared at him and scooted his chair over.

Rose slapped a generous amount of cream cheese onto her bagel. As she prepared her breakfast, she peeked into the dining room. Jack Harkness, being his usual borderline-immature-self, was acting too chipper, too early in the morning, and too close to the Doctor. Tension was rising by the second, and Rose feared that someone – namely, Jack – was going to step over the line with their antics.

Jack, meanwhile, was eyeing the Doctor's mug. He had been in the TARDIS long enough to know that the Time Lord relied heavily on his morning coffee for that first boost of energy. He was also feeling particularly restless. Teasing someone seemed the perfect outlet, and the grumpier someone was, the more pleasure he got out of teasing them. So after several seconds of quiet planning, Jack began inching his hand across the table. He made his fingers walk along its wooden surface, closer to the Doctor and his precious mug of coffee.

Jack was more than halfway to his goal when the Doctor finally reacted. In a lightning-fast movement, the Doctor reached his own arm out, bringing his hand down hard on Captain Jack's approaching hand.

The captain jerked back in surprise. Rose, who had seen everything from her spot in the kitchen, ducked down and buried her face in her arm, trying to smother a giggle. The Doctor glowered at Jack before returning to his coffee. Jack massaged his hand, then launched another attack. His fingers danced along the edge of the table, taking a new, alternate route towards the Doctor's cup. This second attempt was met with the same rejoinder as the last time.

"Hey!" Jack exclaimed, his expression portraying betrayal and confusion. Rose had to seek shelter underneath the counter again. The Doctor raised an eyebrow when he heard her choked laughter. Jack grinned and gave the Time Lord a thumbs-up. He stared at the captain for a moment without saying anything, then reached a hand out and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Didn't you do enough damage?" Jack demanded. His gruff tone was betrayed by the sparkling of mischief in his eyes. He returned the gesture with a light strike on the Doctor's left arm. The Doctor immediately answered the cuff with another buffet.

When Rose re-emerged from behind the kitchen counter, she found that the two men in the dining room were in the middle of a full-fledged slap-attack. She watched them for several seconds, forcing her expression to remain deadpan. Finally she cleared her throat.

"I'm gonna take a shower," she announced, struggling to keep a monotone. "Maybe when you guys are done acting like three-year-olds, I'll be done gettin' ready, and we can actually do somethin' worthwhile today."

She paused to see if her little speech would have any effect. The Doctor and Jack, however, kept hitting each other, not even bothering to turn her direction.

With a loud sigh, Rose stuffed the last of her bagel into her mouth and left the kitchen.

*rushes away to type more of The Fountain of Youth*