This is a response to jessalrynn's November challenge #2:
Use the character or characters of your choice and a very large basket. Someone must have a slingshot, there should be mention or involvement of duct tape, and the words "Jack Harkness" should be used as profanity on at least one occasion by any character except the same.
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Time Out by cordelialear [Reviews - 1]  Author's Notes: | |
“You know, there was a time when I would’ve found this situation sexy.”
The Doctor huffed in frustration. “Jack, you get excited watching paint dry. See if you can reach that rope.”
“Yeah, Doctor, not gonna happen.” He leaned over a bit, struggling with something behind his back.
“Got you, too, did they?”
Jack laughed. “Yeah.” Jack turned around to show off the impromptu duct tape bondage technique their captors had implemented. “Can you reach the sonic screwdriver?”
“Gave it to Rose.”
“Right. So, as long as we’re here…”
“Time and a place, Captain,” the Doctor sniffed indignantly. “Besides, still haven’t got that drink.”
“Not where I was going, but, if you’re game…”
“Jack.”
Jack chuckled a bit, grinning widely “I told you, I wasn’t going there. This is about Rose.”
“What about her?”
“Does she know?”
“Know what?”
Jack cocked an eyebrow, and the Doctor continued to look oblivious. After a minute, Jack sighed.
“So, what’s your plan?”
“Do I ever have one?” The Doctor smirked.
“Look out, below!” a voice echoed from above, accompanied by assorted laughter.
The Doctor and Jack ducked as best they could without the use of their hands. Jack was just able to catch a glimpse of the object colliding with the Doctor out of the corner of his eye.
They both sat up slowly, together, the Doctor’s face now partially covered in something akin to a sheet.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he groaned, shaking the sheet away from his face, though it still clung to his coat. “They put us in a laundry basket?!”
Jack collapsed on his side, hysterical with laughter.
The Doctor sighed. “Are you quite finished?”
“Give me a minute,” he chuckled.
“Right. We need to find out if they’ve got Rose. Judging by their expert holding facilities, and there impressive ability to wield duct-tape, I’m not sure which I’d prefer. Their lack of preparedness makes me nervous. They weren’t expecting anyone to find them, and that makes them dangerous.”
Shouting and swearing were heard from above, and Jack couldn’t help the grin that spread across his features.
“Speak of the devil,” he nodded towards the flash of blonde he could just make out over the rim of the opposite wall.
A look of desperation spread across the Doctor’s face, fear flashing in his brown eyes. He craned his neck, trying to face the source of the turmoil.
The commotion ended as quickly as it had begun. The silence filled the Doctor with dread.
“Rose!” he called out for her, barely containing his building panic.
Jack and the Doctor scrambled to stand up. Just as they were on their feet, a thick rope ladder dropped over the side, soon followed by Rose. She smiled broadly, tongue between her teeth, when she reached the ground waving the sonic screwdriver at them cheekily.
“Who wants to go first?” she asked, clearly pleased with herself.
Jack smiled, and turned around offering his hands to her. She made quick work of his restraints, and then turned to free the Doctor, but was stopped with a hand on her shoulder.
“Oh, no. I think some one could use a time out,” Jack said.
“Jack, we can’t just leave him here,” she said, though she was still smiling.
“I didn’t say we’d leave him here.” He winked at her, and then flipped the Doctor over his shoulder.
“Jack Harkness!”
Rose couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that made its way up her throat.
The Doctor didn’t bother struggling as he was carried up the ladder. He decided that the only thing more undignified than this rescue would be to fall.
When they reached the top, he expected to be righted, but was denied the privilege.
“Oh, you’re a genius!” Jack exclaimed, slapping Rose on the back.
She giggled, delightedly.
“What?!” the Doctor demanded, denied as he was of the view.
“Come on, I think we could all use a drink,” he said, wrapping his arm around Rose.
The Doctor was still straining to see what Jack was referring to, when Jack turned abruptly, swinging him a little too recklessly (he thought) and he was suddenly facing the center of the action. Their captors were bound, gagged, plainly terrified, and covered in brightly colored, various shades of paint. Confused, he sought to find the subject of their terror. He followed their collective gazes to Rose’s back pocket, where, sticking out at an angle, there was a single sling shot.
“Rose,” he began slowly, “how did you stop our captors with a slingshot?”
She smiled, eyes sparkling. “I overheard them talking about their prisoners. They said they took them to ‘the clubhouse.’”
“What?”
“They’re kids, Doctor. I just outsmarted them at their own game.”
The Doctor decided that his capture slightly outweighed his rescue in terms of destroying his dignity.
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