Hands off the Blonde
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Rose grinned as she stepped into the control room and spotted the Doctor fiddling with something under the controls and Jack leaning against the controls 'helping.' Feeling her gaze, Jack looked up and his eyes swept over her chest. Grinning, he gave her a thumbs up, fighting not to laugh.
The Doctor paused at the silence and slid out from under the controls. "What's wrong?"
He looked up at Jack and saw the younger man's stare. Jack shrugged and grinned.
"I'm just admiring the new shirt I gave Rose," Jack said. The Doctor blinked at him in confusion. "Seeing as I got the same warning when I stepped into the TARDIS, it seemed right that the rest of the males in the universe should get the same warning."
Frowning the Doctor looked over at Rose and nearly chocked as she grinned. Rose adjusted her shirt with a flirty smile and the Doctor was rendered speechless at the words:
"Hands off the blonde by order of the Oncoming Storm."