| Dune ( @ 2008-01-13 12:07:00 |
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Drabble: Raillery
Title: Raillery
Characters: Jack/Martha, Ten
Spoilers: Last of the Time Lords
Rating: None
Word count: 100
Notes: Written for
tw_wotd_fic's prompt 'Raillery'. I'm not able to write longer or more coherent stuff at the moment (there's something larger similar to this lurking on my harddrive, but it refuses to come out), so a drabble it is. Unbetaed and nothing special. Concrit is love.
Fic Masterlist: Here.
It was Martha who broke their stalemate in the end, turned suddenly and hugged Jack fiercely.
Her arms (stronger than he would've thought considering her slender frame) nearly took his breath away, memories of suffocating warring with more positive emotions, making him dizzy. Martha let go when she noticed his uneasiness.
"Missed you," she smiled, kissing him chastely on the cheek.
"Martha Jones," he grinned, relishing her joy, "I'm not that easy. Buy me a drink first?"
"Oh, don't start," the Doctor's amused voice emerged from under the console and Jack suddenly understood that the Year of Hell was over. ![]()