http://quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] quitehomoerotic 2010-01-04 07:09 am (UTC)

Well that was remarkably perceptive. Jack was surprised the Doctor knew. Thrown. But he didn't let it show. Didn't pause or move but to glance his eyes toward his face briefly.

"Yep," he said in response, ducking down squatting in front of the Doctor, so he was the same height, his hands still out holding the Doctor's arms. He knew he was fixed, of course. A fact he'd been called by that specialist. By that doctor.

"A fixed point in space and time, that's me," he grinned at him, recalling what he'd been told "And I specialise in impossible."

He reached one hand and touched it to the Doctor's forehead to check for a temperature. Nothing, in fact a little cool. But that was normal, or he supposed it might be normal.

As he moved his arm again, the little chip in his wrist strap started to bleep. It made him frown, but he'd deal with that later. He needed to look after the Doctor now.

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