rec: a public spectacle
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calufraxStory: A Public Spectacle
Author: wmr @ Teaspoon /![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wendymr @ LJ
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1,890
Author's Summary: Judging by the Doctor’s expression, he could be facing a choice between mating with a pit of snakes and shagging Jack - and the snakes seem to be winning.
Characters/Pairings: Ninth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness
Warnings: None
Recced because: When I first read this on wmr's LJ, I commented that Team TARDIS must have landed on the Planet of the Fangirls. At least, that's the only explanation I can think of for a culture that requires the Doctor and (still mortal) Jack to have sex in public or face execution.
The boys' dialogue is spot-on, especially the Doctor's list of fates-worse-than-death-but-still-better-than-public-sex-with-Jack. In addition, I love how Jack's mind works in this fic (or, more specifically, howwendymr works Jack's mind):
“Come on, I didn’t think I was that repulsive! You’re making it sound like it’s a fate worse than death.”
After a long pause, during which time he’s really beginning to regret coming to the Doctor’s rescue, the Time Lord turns and meets his gaze. “ ‘S not that. You’re not, Jack, an’ you bloody well know it. ‘S just... They said we have to perform in public. An’ they’re going to broadcast it all over the planet. I don’t... Not in public!”
“Oh.” What? Does that mean he would in private?
Also, only Jack would think the solution to ending an argument is a good snog.
Author: wmr @ Teaspoon /
wendymr @ LJRating: Teen
Word Count: 1,890
Author's Summary: Judging by the Doctor’s expression, he could be facing a choice between mating with a pit of snakes and shagging Jack - and the snakes seem to be winning.
Characters/Pairings: Ninth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness
Warnings: None
Recced because: When I first read this on wmr's LJ, I commented that Team TARDIS must have landed on the Planet of the Fangirls. At least, that's the only explanation I can think of for a culture that requires the Doctor and (still mortal) Jack to have sex in public or face execution.
The boys' dialogue is spot-on, especially the Doctor's list of fates-worse-than-death-but-still-better-than-public-sex-with-Jack. In addition, I love how Jack's mind works in this fic (or, more specifically, how
wendymr works Jack's mind): “Come on, I didn’t think I was that repulsive! You’re making it sound like it’s a fate worse than death.”
After a long pause, during which time he’s really beginning to regret coming to the Doctor’s rescue, the Time Lord turns and meets his gaze. “ ‘S not that. You’re not, Jack, an’ you bloody well know it. ‘S just... They said we have to perform in public. An’ they’re going to broadcast it all over the planet. I don’t... Not in public!”
“Oh.” What? Does that mean he would in private?
Also, only Jack would think the solution to ending an argument is a good snog.
