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01 October 2007 @ 05:53 am
Doctor Who: Tights, (Fitz, Turlough, Tegan, Jo), PG  
This sort of fits the prompt of Fitz and Turlough ditch class and smoke together, and they also sell contraband and other silly things. PG-rated het shippy goodness. :D Mickey makes a cameo, hahaha. Far too much fun to write. XDXD 1,500 words. XD Some mild bad language.

Happy Monday.


“Shit.” That was Fitz, pinching the end of his cigarette off to pocket it away.

“What?” Turlough asked looking around their semi secluded hiding spot behind the cafeteria, brows furrowing in alarm.

“Here come your missus,” Fitz explained, turning his head to nod at Tegan. She was stomping over the asphalt in the distance, looking indignant as always and heading right their way.

“Oh, piss off,” Turlough gumbled, shoving Fitz for the taunt. He pushed off the fence he was leaning against, dropped his cigarette and crushed it beneath his shoe. “What do you want, Tegan?” Turlough asked, glaring at her approach.

“Smoking on campus again, I see,” Tegan retorted when she was closer. “I ought to report you.”

“And I ought to punch you in the face,” Fitz jovially said. “But we all have to show a little restraint sometimes.” Seeing it was just her, he set about relighting his cigarette.

“Charming as ever, too,” Tegan snapped.

Trying to play peacemaker, Turlough intervened once more. “Locked out of your room again?” he asked.

Tegan colored up. “Of course not!”

“She just wants to antagonize someone and she knows you’re a pussy,” Fitz said. “Well, not today, Tegan. Get lost.”

After a moment’s consideration, biting back her words, Tegan composed herself and said, “I need something.”

“Oh?” Fitz asked, eyebrow arching. “This ought to be good.”

“I’ve got a ladder in my last pair of tights,” she explained, looking none too happy about admitting this. “I know you can get some more.”

Loftily, Fitz said, “You’re not supposed to be wearing tights.”

“And you’re not supposed to be smoking,” she countered.

“Trying out blackmail for a change?” Fitz asked, puffing lazily.

“I’m just trying to get some tights.”

“And if we don’t give them to you you’ll nark on us, is that it?”

Fitz,” Turlough began, tired of the back and forth argument.

“Gonna take the bird’s side again, aren’t you?” Fitz grumbled. “I could have guessed.”

“That’s not it at all,” Turlough protested.

“Well, we don’t got any, anyway,” Fitz said, looking at Tegan straight in the eye. “Most girls hereabouts don’t need tights.”

That wasn’t true, and they all knew it.

Seeing she was defeated, Tegan hissed, “You’re a real arsehole, you know that?”

“Such a mouth on her!” Fitz cried. “Why don’t you go ask to borrow a pair of Nyssa’s?” he teased more directly. “I hear you’re in her pants a lot as it is anyway.”

“How dare you!” Tegan snarled. She held her temper for a moment, and then turned and stalked away.

Fitz broke into a deep chuckle as she stomped off, then brightened as he saw a small little blonde heading their way from the direction Tegan was going.

“Morning, Tegan,” Jo politely said as she walked pass.

“Oh sod off,” Tegan snapped, not stopping.

A hurt look came over Jo’s face, and she swung the bag she was carrying between her legs a bit sullenly as she approached the boys. “You’re not upsetting the clientele again, are you Fitz?” she asked when she arrived, standing up on her toes to kiss his cheek.

“‘Course not, baby doll,” Fitz replied, kissing her back. “What brings you out here this morning?”

“Hi, Turlough,” Jo said in shy kindness, pushing her hair behind her ear.

Turlough was still watching Tegan stalking away across the courtyard and flushed a bit at being addressed. “Oh. Hey, Jo.” He blinked at her a few times, an idea forming.

“I brought you lunch, silly,” Jo said, turning her attention back to Fitz. “A delicious organic mushroom sandwich,” she said, extracting the item from her bag and displaying it proudly.

“Mushroom?” Fitz echoed, dismayed. “Never much liked mushrooms.”

Confusion beetled Jo’s brow. “You don’t? I thought you loved them.” She looked down thoughtfully. “Then who was it liked mushrooms?”

“Never you mind,” Fitz said, taking the sandwich and kissing her cheek again. “I’ll sell it to Adric; he’s always hungry.”

“Well, but then you’ll not have a lunch,” Jo protested mildly.

“You could run and get me something else. Bacon sandwich, yeah? And some tea, too.”

“All right,” Jo said, breaking into a little smile again. She kissed him gently and turned to go. As she did, Turlough stepped away from the fence.

“Where you going, Hot Rod?” Fitz asked.

“Gonna grab some lunch too,” Turlough lied. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Suit yourself,” Fitz said.

Once free, Turlough hurriedly caught up with Jo, keeping pace with her until they were well out of Fitz’s earshot.

“You following me?” Jo cheerfully asked.

“I’ve got a favor to ask,” Turlough said. Jo looked expectantly at him, so he launched into it. “See, Tegan locked herself out of her room again. Fitz refused to help her, and that’s why she was in such a bad mood,” he hastily explained.

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Jo said thoughtfully. “Donna doesn’t have a spare?”

“Uh. Donna’s in class until late, see. And Tegan needs in there now. So she can’t help.”

Swinging her bag again, this time quite pleased, Jo said, “And so you want me to pick the lock on her door for her again,” she stated.

“Would you?” Turlough asked.

“Of course. Since you asked so sweetly. I just have to get my tools. But I wonder… why didn't she just ask me?” Jo mused.

“Well,” Turlough began, thinking on his toes, “she didn’t want to do it right there in front of Fitz, you know. Probably best just to do it as a surprise and not tell her, anyway. You know how stubborn she can be.”

“Poor girl. She really needs to get laid, doesn’t she?”

Turlough colored up nicely. “Look, will it take very long? Picking the lock, I mean?”

“Not at all,” Jo said, smiling slyly at him. “I’ll just pop over there on my way to get Fitz his new sandwich,” she said. “Not more than ten minutes.”

“Thanks, Jo, you’re a lifesaver.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Turlough,” she called. “When you want to be.”

Pretending he didn’t hear her, Turlough hustled back to his room, to get access to the contraband. He was lucky they had decided to stop keeping things in Fitz’s room; Steven was a lot less tolerant of their under-the-table dealings than Mickey.

Mickey was, in fact, lounging on his bed flipping through a very dirty magazine when Turlough hurried through the door. “Hey, don’t you know how to knock, mate?” he cried, quickly closing the magazine and sitting up.

“Lock the door if you don’t want someone walking in on your wank session,” Turlough muttered, not bothering to even look at him. He pulled the large trunk out from under his bed and popped it open, fishing through the contents—cigarettes, sweets, make-up, fancy scents, various types of alcohol and more. He found what he was looking for and pocketed it as quickly as possible, but not fast enough to escape Mickey’s watchful eye.

“Doing a bit of dress up then, eh?” he teased.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt your big date,” Turlough retorted. “I’ll let you get back to your hand.” He ignored the rude gesture Mickey gave him and hurried out of the room.

Just a few minutes later he was passing Jo in the corridor as he cautiously picked his way through the girl’s dormitory. “All done?” he asked.

“Just finished,” Jo said proudly. Then her eyes narrowed and she frowned. “Babs’ll give you hell if she catches you in here again.”

“Won’t be but a second. Thanks, Jo. Better get Fitzy his sandwich now.”

Shaking her head, Jo smiled. “Yes, all right. You be careful though. No one’s going to believe you’re Mel a second time.”

Turlough didn’t bother replying, just waved his hand and hurried along.

He found the door to Tegan and Donna’s room unlocked and let himself in. Flipping on the light, he stood looking at the twin beds for several seconds. Deciding that Tegan’s was the one with the stupid looking teddy bear leaning against the pillow, he crossed to it and reached into his pocket.

“Donna? What’re you doing back alread—Turlough!!”

Stiffening at the unmistakable voice, Turlough spun around. There he found Tegan framed in the doorway, hands on her hips, about to give him hell. “Hello, Tegan,” he said, trying to recover his cool. “Jo let me in. I was just… returning some books I borrowed from Donna.”

“The hell you were,” Tegan growled, not even looking around for said books. She stalked into the room, shoving past him. “What were you doing to my bed? You little creep, I swear to God, if I find you’ve left some used condom or something…”

“Oh, as if anyone would bother,” he called.

Taking her distraction of looking at the bed to escape, Turlough bolted out the door and down the stairs as fast as he could, leaving a dumbfounded Tegan staring in disbelief at the three-pack of tights he had just left on her bed.
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Tansy Rayner Roberts: turlough dubiouscassiphone on October 1st, 2007 01:03 pm (UTC)
Heh. You have shouty Tegan down to a T. And I do like soppy Turlough.

Van: Doctor Who: 4 Casualvan on October 1st, 2007 01:37 pm (UTC)
Hahahaha, shouty Tegan, sigh. Glad you liked it though. And Turlough really is soppy deep down inside, he'll just never admit it. XD
languid air: dw - turlough (cunning plan)kseda on October 1st, 2007 01:25 pm (UTC)
No one’s going to believe you’re Mel a second time

*chokes* Okay, now I want the story behind that. This was loltastic with the back-and-forth banter and ongoing contraband hijinks. Thanks for the Monday-morning giggle!
Van: Beatles: I feel fine.van on October 1st, 2007 01:36 pm (UTC)
You're free to write it. XDXDXD

Glad you liked it, thank you. XDXD
Worrals: I have a girlcrush on Jo.livii on October 1st, 2007 03:44 pm (UTC)
Hate to be repetitive, but: No one’s going to believe you’re Mel a second time. - HEE!

This is adorable; aw, Turlough!

Van: Doctor Who: YAY XDvan on October 1st, 2007 03:48 pm (UTC)
Poor T?urlough. XDXD Ginger kids don't all look the same! XD

Glad you liked. :D
laura_luvage: Super Penguinlaura_luvage on October 1st, 2007 09:07 pm (UTC)
Aw bless Turlough. Awesome fic!
Grimorie: Nine&Rosegrimorie on October 2nd, 2007 06:50 am (UTC)
They are such kids! They translate in the schoolverse so well I want them to run around the schoolverse forever!
Van: Doctor Who: 2/Jamie 6B = party timevan on October 2nd, 2007 06:51 am (UTC)
It's sort of disturbing how well it works XDXD Glad you liked it. :D

(Mailed your DVDs this morning too.)
Grimoriegrimorie on October 2nd, 2007 06:54 am (UTC)
*blinks*

Holy fast return, batman! That was fast both the post and, uh, the mailing of the DVDs (which, btw -- SQUEEEEE!)
Van: Doctor Who: 2 pleasedvan on October 2nd, 2007 06:57 am (UTC)
Ahahah what can I say, I have no life. :)
Grimoriegrimorie on October 2nd, 2007 07:01 am (UTC)
Haha -- I am apparently in the same state since I can respond with same speed. (Although, I am at work, so shhh...)
Vanvan on October 2nd, 2007 07:12 am (UTC)
Tsk tsk. Then again, I always wanted to work somewhere I could chat online at the same time. XD
Grimoriegrimorie on October 2nd, 2007 07:20 am (UTC)
Oh, our work net is made of fail it even blocked LJ for, like, 2 months (sob) on the other hand new Who DVDs!!! *bounce*
Vanvan on October 2nd, 2007 07:23 am (UTC)
I hope they don't take long to get. Did you manage epi. 2 of Tomb yet? It was only $4.50 to mail them, so that was happy. :D
Grimoriegrimorie on October 2nd, 2007 07:25 am (UTC)
Well, part two of the Tomb is um... *checks* 10% so... that's good?

Loves you so much for the DVD.
Van: Doctor Who: 2/Jamie (Love hurts)van on October 2nd, 2007 07:27 am (UTC)
Wow. You must be on dial up!!! Sigh


You're most welcome. :D
Grimoriegrimorie on October 3rd, 2007 01:52 am (UTC)
It almost feels like I'm on dial-up, our net is just that bad.