“I love the fishes ‘cause they’re so delicious!”
“Hey, Doc,” said Jack, smile evident in his voice, and the Doctor banged his head on the underside of the console in his haste to rise.
“What is it?” he asked, rubbing his forehead and glaring at Jack.
“Oh, nothing much. Heard singing and figured I’d come make sure you weren’t dying. Kinda sounded like it.”
“Hush, you,” the Doctor replied, brushing some dust from his leather jacket. “Not my fault you and Rose have been singing it at me for a week now.”
“Thought you didn’t like it,” said Jack, eyes sparkling as he leaned against the console, arms crossed.
“I didn’t. Don’t, in fact.”
“Right, and that’s why you were singing it. Makes perfect sense.”
“I wasn’t really singing it. A single line slipped out.” The Doctor absently adjusted dials and buttons on the console while Jack snickered. “Besides,” he continued, “if I were singing it, it would have only been because the infernal jingle was so trapped in my head it had no choice to espace.”
“Not as much room in that head of yours as you claim, huh?” asked Jack. “Any other inflated claims?” He gave the Doctor a pointed once-over.
“Nope,” the Doctor answered with a smirk.
“Can I ask Rose to verify that for me?” the man continued.
“Nope,” said the Doctor without changing his inflection, turning his attention to the console again.
“You can’t still expect me to believe there isn’t anything between you two, Doc,” Jack pressed, and the Doctor got back down on the floor to continue underneath.
“Believe what you want,” said the Doctor, “just as long as I don’t have to hear that song anymore.”
Jack rolled his eyes and left, humming.
Send a prompt; I’ll start a ten-minute timer when I read it, post at the buzzer.