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gracie_musicaTitle: Sonata for the TARDIS in D
Chapter Six: Imitation Is The Finest Form Of Flattery
Count The Ways prompt: Doctor!Explanations
Date Written: 6/5/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 569. Short and sweet!
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Donna, Doctor
Spoilers: Kinda-sorta just a little for The Sontaran Stratagem, The Doctor's Daughter and for Silence in the Library; however they don't give anything away.
Warnings: Just a little good-natured Ten bashing. All in good fun.
Author's Notes: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lemiserabelle for the prompt, and mjor thanks to ickaimp for sending me The Curse of Fatal Death, and Old School Who Comic Relief sketch. This is all your fault, Icka. Set during Jack and Ianto's first travel with the Doctor, before they go back to Torchwood.
1/?: And So It Begins
2/?: Time Travel Messes With Your Senses
3/?: It's Just Sex, Sex, Sex With You People
4/?: Break Out Your Converse, It's Time To Save The Universe
5/?: Here Be Dragons
"GOD, that MAN!"
Ianto fought back a smile as Donna stormed into the dining area and flounced down into a chair. Jack covered his smile with his own coffee mug. "Issues with the Doctor?"
"Who else would it be?" Donna asked sarcastically. "You two are virtual ghosts, it's just me an' him!"
The Doctor had banished Jack and Ianto into the Psychic Training room on the TARDIS and was refusing to let them off board until they'd gotten a grip on their new bond. They were getting better at it, but it was still very funny to watch the Doctor go red and point to their room whenever some naughty or other slipped through.
Jack always got the blame. Only about three-fourths of them were actually his fault.
Ianto set a mug of coffee by Donna's hand -- three sugars, no cream -- and she beamed up at him, every trace of anger gone. "Thanks, love!"
The Welshman smiled and gave a slight nod, and she turned to her cup, anger radiating off her once again. He felt Jack's amazement prickling the back of his neck, almost like Jack was standing behind him and whispering in his ear. It's like she's got two personalities!
"What did he do now?" Jack asked aloud.
"He won't tell me anything!" She said, smacking the table with her hand in annoyance. "I mean he talks and talks -- and talks and talks and talks -- but he never says anything. Y'know?"
"All too well," Ianto replied immediately, noting the fleeting pained look Jack gave him.
"He explains plenty," Jack argued, and Ianto knew they weren't just talking about the Doctor anymore.
"Oh. Yeah, he explains so much." She stopped and took a sip of her coffee before continuing. "He either rambles off at a mile a minute so you can barely keep up, does the whole I'll explain it later bit, or he does that little Time Lord rant of his."
Donna was sitting with her back to the entrance, so she missed the Doctor coming up behind her as she vented. He leaned against the door frame, hands in his pockets, and gave a conspiratorial wink to Jack and Ianto.
"Time Lord rant?" Ianto asked, sitting across the table from Jack, unable to keep the small smile off of his face as they watched her. Yes, he was baiting her, but this was going to be fabulous.
"You know! Yeah, I was there once, but that big disaster that happened? Wasn't me. Well, maybe. Well, okay it was. Ooh! Something shiny and deadly and distracting! Let's poke at it!" the redhead imitated, putting on a pretty good accent.
Ianto's smile widened. Jack covered his mouth with his hand.
It took Donna about five seconds to realize what their lack of reaction meant. "He's right behind me, isn't he?"
"Yes he is," the Doctor pipped up from the doorway. "That wasn't half bad, Donna. You just need to learn how to fly the TARDIS and you can be me when I give all this up!" He stepped forward and took her arm, guiding her up. "Come on, I'll tell you everything you could ever want to know about how her engines work."
"Traitors," she hissed as the Doctor pulled her away, pointing at Jack and Ianto. "Both of you!"
The two immortals waited until their companions had turned the corridor to laugh themselves silly.
ETA: Chapter seven here.
Chapter Six: Imitation Is The Finest Form Of Flattery
Count The Ways prompt: Doctor!Explanations
Date Written: 6/5/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 569. Short and sweet!
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Donna, Doctor
Spoilers: Kinda-sorta just a little for The Sontaran Stratagem, The Doctor's Daughter and for Silence in the Library; however they don't give anything away.
Warnings: Just a little good-natured Ten bashing. All in good fun.
Author's Notes: Thanks to
lemiserabelle for the prompt, and mjor thanks to ickaimp for sending me The Curse of Fatal Death, and Old School Who Comic Relief sketch. This is all your fault, Icka. Set during Jack and Ianto's first travel with the Doctor, before they go back to Torchwood.1/?: And So It Begins
2/?: Time Travel Messes With Your Senses
3/?: It's Just Sex, Sex, Sex With You People
4/?: Break Out Your Converse, It's Time To Save The Universe
5/?: Here Be Dragons
"GOD, that MAN!"
Ianto fought back a smile as Donna stormed into the dining area and flounced down into a chair. Jack covered his smile with his own coffee mug. "Issues with the Doctor?"
"Who else would it be?" Donna asked sarcastically. "You two are virtual ghosts, it's just me an' him!"
The Doctor had banished Jack and Ianto into the Psychic Training room on the TARDIS and was refusing to let them off board until they'd gotten a grip on their new bond. They were getting better at it, but it was still very funny to watch the Doctor go red and point to their room whenever some naughty or other slipped through.
Jack always got the blame. Only about three-fourths of them were actually his fault.
Ianto set a mug of coffee by Donna's hand -- three sugars, no cream -- and she beamed up at him, every trace of anger gone. "Thanks, love!"
The Welshman smiled and gave a slight nod, and she turned to her cup, anger radiating off her once again. He felt Jack's amazement prickling the back of his neck, almost like Jack was standing behind him and whispering in his ear. It's like she's got two personalities!
"What did he do now?" Jack asked aloud.
"He won't tell me anything!" She said, smacking the table with her hand in annoyance. "I mean he talks and talks -- and talks and talks and talks -- but he never says anything. Y'know?"
"All too well," Ianto replied immediately, noting the fleeting pained look Jack gave him.
"He explains plenty," Jack argued, and Ianto knew they weren't just talking about the Doctor anymore.
"Oh. Yeah, he explains so much." She stopped and took a sip of her coffee before continuing. "He either rambles off at a mile a minute so you can barely keep up, does the whole I'll explain it later bit, or he does that little Time Lord rant of his."
Donna was sitting with her back to the entrance, so she missed the Doctor coming up behind her as she vented. He leaned against the door frame, hands in his pockets, and gave a conspiratorial wink to Jack and Ianto.
"Time Lord rant?" Ianto asked, sitting across the table from Jack, unable to keep the small smile off of his face as they watched her. Yes, he was baiting her, but this was going to be fabulous.
"You know! Yeah, I was there once, but that big disaster that happened? Wasn't me. Well, maybe. Well, okay it was. Ooh! Something shiny and deadly and distracting! Let's poke at it!" the redhead imitated, putting on a pretty good accent.
Ianto's smile widened. Jack covered his mouth with his hand.
It took Donna about five seconds to realize what their lack of reaction meant. "He's right behind me, isn't he?"
"Yes he is," the Doctor pipped up from the doorway. "That wasn't half bad, Donna. You just need to learn how to fly the TARDIS and you can be me when I give all this up!" He stepped forward and took her arm, guiding her up. "Come on, I'll tell you everything you could ever want to know about how her engines work."
"Traitors," she hissed as the Doctor pulled her away, pointing at Jack and Ianto. "Both of you!"
The two immortals waited until their companions had turned the corridor to laugh themselves silly.
ETA: Chapter seven here.
