300-word Doctor Who ficlet: What Turns You On, PG (Ten/Simm!Master w/ Jack)

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Title What Turns You On
Fandom: Doctor Who
Prompt: 034 That's Just Wrong
Rating/Warnings: PG; AU/Last of the Time Lords, crack!fic or fluff: you decide.
Pairing: Ten/Simm!Master(/Jack)
Disclaimer: Not for profit, just for play.


Jack’s entire body was quivering. He could feel the pressure from the tips of his toes to the ends of his hair. It was fighting to release itself. He couldn’t hold it for much longer.

“What’s going on here, then?” The Doctor entering the room was the last straw. The emotional intensity converged on his diaphragm and Jack broke out in raucous and impolite laughter. He laughed so hard it hurt. Soon, tears were streaming down his eyes.

“What are you doing? No. Wait.” The Doctor’s face was priceless, causing Jack to giggle more.

“What are you wearing? No. Wait.” The Doctor tried again. “Where did you find one of those?”

Jack snickered. He stopped when he looked back at the Doctor. That wasn’t a confused face, or a shocked one. He’d seen that look before. He’d given that look before. “Oh no.” He felt sick. “That’s just wrong!”

The two Time Lords turned to him — the Doctor looking caught, the Master scowling deeply.

“That turns you on? That?” Jack pointed to the pink ruffly tutu around the Master’s waist. “All these years and I just had to put on a tulle skirt? Go figure.”

“What?” The Master looked appalled. The Doctor blushed. “What?” The Master asked again, directing his question toward the Doctor.

“It’s not – it’s, well, . . .hmph.” The Doctor made a series of hand motions, eventually giving up the attempt to communicate with a huff.

“The Freak’s right. You are one sick man.”

“Says the man in the tutu.” Jack quipped.

“Just for that,” The Master stabbed a menacing finger in his direction, “I’m making you watch.”

Jack caught the Doctor staring at the Master’s arse. He decided he really didn’t want to know. Really. He quietly left the room and went in search of earplugs.