[for donna]

[more_flexible]

The winter was nice, but it was damn cold. Jack had come into the compound and sat before the roaring fire, flipping through a manual of tri-phasic morphing cells and their various applications. It would probably be either boring or incomprehensible to most people. For Jack it was pure nostalgia. Maybe, one day, he'd have an opportunity to actually use that sort of tech. Here? Not really gonna happen. Even if he had something, it'd only be worth playing with, and even then he'd have to do it in the TARDIS.

He shifted a little and looked up, catching sight of something far more interesting than tech. There was Donna...and her magnificent rack. Jack smiled and waved her over.

"Hey there, gorgeous," he said, flashing a friendly smile.