[for the doctor]

[more_flexible]

Thursday was a spectacular day. Not too hot, not too humid, the sky was a gorgeous blue and the breeze stirred the air just enough. Jack woke with the sun and was finishing up the cutting of the treads. He had a pile of bamboo cut to length for spindles and he'd selected the nearby tree he'd use for the center support. Now all he needed was to assemble the spiral staricase up twenty feet or so, and then fix the landing so the short bridge would tie on.

Sometimes he was really happy with the bookshelf.

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

So many things he could say, all of them leading him to think things he was trying to let go of, particularly that his ass was anything but cold.

"Well, I don't want a cold shoulder," he replied petulantly.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"Then I'll think of another solution," the Doctor replied. He didn't get up from Jack's bed, because it was far more comfortable on a bruised tailbone than anywhere else.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"You think then," he smirked. "I'm going down to pick up the scraps."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor sprawled out on Jack's bed, honestly not knowing what he looked like. "Go ahead, I'm comfortable."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He looked like trouble and Jack just nodded and left the room as quick as he could.