My 150th drabble post this year! (Itâs probably closer to 170 individual drabbles what with all the double drabbles Iâve been posting, but Iâm only counting the number of times Iâve posted one or more Torchwood drabbles.)
This is also Part 18 of the Drone series! Written for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100.
N.B. The second drabble of this pair sort of switches to Hartâs POV.
Summary: With the Doctor occupied, something else captureâs Donnaâs interest.
Jack scowled at Hart.
“That’s keeping him out of trouble. He’s an unwanted visitor; we can’t decide what to do with him. Excuse me, there’s something I need to ask the Doc.” Jack strolled over to where his friend was rhapsodising over Tosh’s drone.
Ianto turned to Donna
“Would you like a coffee?”
“Oooh, please! I’m parched. The Doc makes a mean cuppa, but he can’t make coffee to save his life.”
“Oi, Eye Candy!” Hart yelled, holding up his mug. “Do I get a refill?”
Ianto rolled his eyes.
“What did your last slave die of?”
“Hey! Chained here!”
OoOoOoOoO
As Jack’s visitor droned on in the background, the redhead turned to Hart. He stared back appreciatively.
She wasn’t the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, but she was feisty. And that red hair! She’d be a real handful.
Sauntering towards him, she stopped just out of reach, looking him up and down.
“Well you’re a bit of alright.” She offered her hand. “Donna Noble, and who might you be?”
Hart took her hand, kissing it gallantly.
“Captain John Hart, at your service. And believe me, Red, I wouldn’t say no to servicing you!”
“Cheeky! I think I like you!”
TBC in ‘Begging’
“That’s keeping him out of trouble. He’s an unwanted visitor; we can’t decide what to do with him. Excuse me, there’s something I need to ask the Doc.” Jack strolled over to where his friend was rhapsodising over Tosh’s drone.
Ianto turned to Donna
“Would you like a coffee?”
“Oooh, please! I’m parched. The Doc makes a mean cuppa, but he can’t make coffee to save his life.”
“Oi, Eye Candy!” Hart yelled, holding up his mug. “Do I get a refill?”
Ianto rolled his eyes.
“What did your last slave die of?”
“Hey! Chained here!”
OoOoOoOoO
As Jack’s visitor droned on in the background, the redhead turned to Hart. He stared back appreciatively.
She wasn’t the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, but she was feisty. And that red hair! She’d be a real handful.
Sauntering towards him, she stopped just out of reach, looking him up and down.
“Well you’re a bit of alright.” She offered her hand. “Donna Noble, and who might you be?”
Hart took her hand, kissing it gallantly.
“Captain John Hart, at your service. And believe me, Red, I wouldn’t say no to servicing you!”
“Cheeky! I think I like you!”
TBC in ‘Begging’