“You don’t think much of me, do you?” asked Jack Harkness. He was sitting at the bottom of the steps that led down into the Hub’s laboratory, not because it was particularly comfortable, but because if gave him an excellent view of Liz Shaw and her wonderfully short skirt.
Liz’s expression, as she glanced momentarily away from her test tubes, was enough of an answer, but Jack smiled at her with mock innocence, awaiting a reply anyway.
“I don’t think much of Torchwood,” she said tartly, before returning to her work.
“I didn’t think you thought much of UNIT, either,” Jack countered with what he intended to be a disarming sort of grin. Liz merely raised her eyebrows at him.
“Then perhaps I just have a very low opinion of silly little boys who run around England causing chaos, and think calling it ‘security work’ excuses their behaviour.”
Jack grinned. Anyone who called Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart ‘a silly little boy’ was fine in his book. It didn’t matter that she was including him in the statement – even the acerbic Liz Shaw would warm up to him sooner or later.
“So why come and work for me?” he pressed. She didn’t look up this time. Such a shame. She had nice eyes, even when they were narrowed in derision.
“I’m not working for you, Captain Harkness. I’m working for Torchwood.”
She turned round unexpectedly, and Jack dropped his gaze just a moment too late. When he looking up again, with uncharacteristic sheepishness, he was expecting Doctor Shaw to be glaring at him. He’d already been subjected to her formidable glare on several occasions, and had no desire to experience it again. Not when things were going so well.
He certainly hadn’t expected her to be smiling. She looked much softer when she smiled, and her eyes were dancing with laughter.
“Call it an experiment, if you will,” she smirked.
And, for the first time in a long time, Jack Harkness was genuinely lost for words.
Next: Alastair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart/Jack Harkness/Liz Shaw, Susan Foreman/Maria Jackson, Romana II/Toshiko Sato
Jack Harkness/Liz Shaw
Liz’s expression, as she glanced momentarily away from her test tubes, was enough of an answer, but Jack smiled at her with mock innocence, awaiting a reply anyway.
“I don’t think much of Torchwood,” she said tartly, before returning to her work.
“I didn’t think you thought much of UNIT, either,” Jack countered with what he intended to be a disarming sort of grin. Liz merely raised her eyebrows at him.
“Then perhaps I just have a very low opinion of silly little boys who run around England causing chaos, and think calling it ‘security work’ excuses their behaviour.”
Jack grinned. Anyone who called Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart ‘a silly little boy’ was fine in his book. It didn’t matter that she was including him in the statement – even the acerbic Liz Shaw would warm up to him sooner or later.
“So why come and work for me?” he pressed. She didn’t look up this time. Such a shame. She had nice eyes, even when they were narrowed in derision.
“I’m not working for you, Captain Harkness. I’m working for Torchwood.”
She turned round unexpectedly, and Jack dropped his gaze just a moment too late. When he looking up again, with uncharacteristic sheepishness, he was expecting Doctor Shaw to be glaring at him. He’d already been subjected to her formidable glare on several occasions, and had no desire to experience it again. Not when things were going so well.
He certainly hadn’t expected her to be smiling. She looked much softer when she smiled, and her eyes were dancing with laughter.
“Call it an experiment, if you will,” she smirked.
And, for the first time in a long time, Jack Harkness was genuinely lost for words.
Next: Alastair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart/Jack Harkness/Liz Shaw, Susan Foreman/Maria Jackson, Romana II/Toshiko Sato