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Title: Happy Birthday, Jack
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
unfeathered
Pairing: Jack/Tenth Doctor
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: Set a long way in the future
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Um, it's Jack's birthday?
Beta: Unbeta'd
Author’s Note:smithy161 asked for Doctor/Jack, something to do with, um, cake? (Originally posted here)
“Happy birthday, Jack!”
Jack had turned at the TARDIS materialising, but he hadn’t expected to see the Doctor stepping out holding a birthday cake sprouting – he counted – thirteen lit candles.
He lifted an eyebrow. “I’m not thirteen.”
“Well, one for each century – that’s nine – and one for each year on top of that – that’s four.” The Doctor set the cake down on Jack’s desk with a cheeky grin. “Now you’re officially older than I am.”
“I’m not sure that’s something I want to celebrate.”
“Well, I do! And you’d better get used to it. You’re going to be older than me for the rest of eternity.”
“Oh, thanks! That makes me feel so much better!”
The Doctor gave him an arch look. “Want me to come and visit you at the end of the universe and make it up to you?”
“What’s wrong with making it up to me right now?”
The Doctor shrugged. “Right now is fine with me! Blow out your candles first, though.”
Jack sighed. “Seriously, aren’t I a bit old to be blowing out candles?”
“But I lit them and everything! Come on, Jack. You blow them out and then I’ll – “
“Blow me?”
“Well. Yeah.”
Title: Happy Birthday, Jack
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Author:
unfeatheredPairing: Jack/Tenth Doctor
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: Set a long way in the future
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Um, it's Jack's birthday?
Beta: Unbeta'd
Author’s Note:
smithy161 asked for Doctor/Jack, something to do with, um, cake? (Originally posted here)“Happy birthday, Jack!”
Jack had turned at the TARDIS materialising, but he hadn’t expected to see the Doctor stepping out holding a birthday cake sprouting – he counted – thirteen lit candles.
He lifted an eyebrow. “I’m not thirteen.”
“Well, one for each century – that’s nine – and one for each year on top of that – that’s four.” The Doctor set the cake down on Jack’s desk with a cheeky grin. “Now you’re officially older than I am.”
“I’m not sure that’s something I want to celebrate.”
“Well, I do! And you’d better get used to it. You’re going to be older than me for the rest of eternity.”
“Oh, thanks! That makes me feel so much better!”
The Doctor gave him an arch look. “Want me to come and visit you at the end of the universe and make it up to you?”
“What’s wrong with making it up to me right now?”
The Doctor shrugged. “Right now is fine with me! Blow out your candles first, though.”
Jack sighed. “Seriously, aren’t I a bit old to be blowing out candles?”
“But I lit them and everything! Come on, Jack. You blow them out and then I’ll – “
“Blow me?”
“Well. Yeah.”
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