Fic: If It Ain't Broke....
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aibhinn_ficsTitle: If It Ain't Broke…
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aibhinn
Pairing/s: Jack, the Tenth Doctor
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes being helpful isn't particularly, um, helpful.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to Doctor Who or Torchwood except a figurine of the Tenth Doctor and a handful of hardback books.
Author's Note: Written for round 1.05 of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writerinadrawer. Prompt: "Oops." Required additional element: Candy.
"You sure about this, Doctor?" Jack asked doubtfully, arms folded across his chest.
"Of course!" The Doctor flashed a brilliant smile as he bounced back and forth between Tosh's workstation and the Rift machine with all the energy of a toddler on chocolate. "I can adjust the machine so the Rift only opens wide enough to admit a human-sized being. No more Abbadons slipping through to cause mayhem." Lightning-fast, he typed something into the computer and hit return, then popped back over towards the Rift machine, hauling several feet of cable out from beneath the decking. "It's not terribly difficult when you know what you're doing, but of course the people who built this didn't. Well, not as well as I do—which isn't surprising when you think of it, because they weren't Time Lords. Of course, if they'd asked me, I'd have been more than happy to help, but you humans have to go and do everything yourself, don't you?"
"Especially since Torchwood was created to keep an eye out for you and capture you if you were found," Jack said dryly.
"Oh, well, yeah, that too." The sonic screwdriver hummed and the cable sparked, causing the Doctor to jerk back, shaking his hand in pain. "Ow! It wasn't meant to do that."
"Are you sure you know what you're doing, Doc?" Jack asked again, brow furrowing in concern.
"Do I know what I'm doing," the Doctor scoffed, bent over the cables again. This time the two ends he was splicing came together properly. "There! See? I told you, it just takes a little re-routing of the power and a little re-programming of the computer, and Bob's your uncle—no more enormous bogeymen from the dawn of time." He shot to his feet and put his hand on the switch, looking at Jack with delighted anticipation in his eyes. "Ready?" He waited for Jack's cautious nod, and with a flourish, pulled the switch down.
The lights guttered, buzzed, and went off, leaving them in complete darkness. Jack rolled his eyes.
"Oh," the Doctor said quietly.
The Hub's backup power systems flickered on as Jack's phone rang, and rather than answer it with his headset, he put it on speaker. "Yes?"
"All of Cardiff's just gone dark!" Gwen's anxious voice said. "I think the whole grid's down! Is it aliens, do you think?"
"Oh, I think I can guarantee that it's alien activity," Jack said dryly as the Doctor flushed. "But we've got it well in hand. Everything will be back on shortly. Don't bother coming in; I'm sure you and Rhys can find something to do in the dark."
"Do you think of anything else?" she asked, but her tone was affectionate. "Call me if you need me."
"I will." He hung up the phone and looked at the Doctor, who was still looking a little shamefaced. Jack raised an eyebrow, folding his arms over his chest again. "Oops?" he suggested mildly.
Author:
aibhinnPairing/s: Jack, the Tenth Doctor
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes being helpful isn't particularly, um, helpful.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to Doctor Who or Torchwood except a figurine of the Tenth Doctor and a handful of hardback books.
Author's Note: Written for round 1.05 of
writerinadrawer. Prompt: "Oops." Required additional element: Candy."You sure about this, Doctor?" Jack asked doubtfully, arms folded across his chest.
"Of course!" The Doctor flashed a brilliant smile as he bounced back and forth between Tosh's workstation and the Rift machine with all the energy of a toddler on chocolate. "I can adjust the machine so the Rift only opens wide enough to admit a human-sized being. No more Abbadons slipping through to cause mayhem." Lightning-fast, he typed something into the computer and hit return, then popped back over towards the Rift machine, hauling several feet of cable out from beneath the decking. "It's not terribly difficult when you know what you're doing, but of course the people who built this didn't. Well, not as well as I do—which isn't surprising when you think of it, because they weren't Time Lords. Of course, if they'd asked me, I'd have been more than happy to help, but you humans have to go and do everything yourself, don't you?"
"Especially since Torchwood was created to keep an eye out for you and capture you if you were found," Jack said dryly.
"Oh, well, yeah, that too." The sonic screwdriver hummed and the cable sparked, causing the Doctor to jerk back, shaking his hand in pain. "Ow! It wasn't meant to do that."
"Are you sure you know what you're doing, Doc?" Jack asked again, brow furrowing in concern.
"Do I know what I'm doing," the Doctor scoffed, bent over the cables again. This time the two ends he was splicing came together properly. "There! See? I told you, it just takes a little re-routing of the power and a little re-programming of the computer, and Bob's your uncle—no more enormous bogeymen from the dawn of time." He shot to his feet and put his hand on the switch, looking at Jack with delighted anticipation in his eyes. "Ready?" He waited for Jack's cautious nod, and with a flourish, pulled the switch down.
The lights guttered, buzzed, and went off, leaving them in complete darkness. Jack rolled his eyes.
"Oh," the Doctor said quietly.
The Hub's backup power systems flickered on as Jack's phone rang, and rather than answer it with his headset, he put it on speaker. "Yes?"
"All of Cardiff's just gone dark!" Gwen's anxious voice said. "I think the whole grid's down! Is it aliens, do you think?"
"Oh, I think I can guarantee that it's alien activity," Jack said dryly as the Doctor flushed. "But we've got it well in hand. Everything will be back on shortly. Don't bother coming in; I'm sure you and Rhys can find something to do in the dark."
"Do you think of anything else?" she asked, but her tone was affectionate. "Call me if you need me."
"I will." He hung up the phone and looked at the Doctor, who was still looking a little shamefaced. Jack raised an eyebrow, folding his arms over his chest again. "Oops?" he suggested mildly.
