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I'm starting to thing the Admiral works on a give take basis. He throws Davros aboard, but we get this almost immediately after.

It's been a while since I was a girl, I think I missed it. Everything's so bouncy and soft. Funny story, well, I guess it's a couple funny stories, but the first one's always the best. The Notrycon system's a funny little place.

Anyway, I can't decide if strip dodgeball's best played this way or if I should hold off till it's passed.

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Well thanks. [Martha said with a grin, watching as he held up the skirt. She hadn't thought of that, but was hoping so as well. Granted, she had a fair amount of things that would take care of that, but still.]

[The grin grew even bigger when he mentioned briefs.] I knew you just wanted to look in my underwear draw. Come on. [Martha moved over to the top drawer of her dresser and opened it quickly.]

You can read me like a book. [Skirt in hand, he followed her to the drawer, leaning forward with a hand lightly against her back as he peeked.] Just in case you think I'm a dirty old man at heart, you pick.

Jack, love, aren't you a dirty old man at heart? [A grin over her shoulder before she pulled out a pair of turquoise panties. A little more rooting, and she pulled out a matching bra and held it to Jack's chest.] I don't know if it'll fit.

[He laughed and looked down as she held it up, grinning.] Well, maybe. But it's part of my charm. [Jack took the bra with a shrug.] If it doesn't, I'll just go without. Or put out a plea for appropriately sized bras. That should be wonderful.

Jack, your charm has more parts than it knows what to do with. [She laughed quickly, and poked around for a different style of bra, hoping that it would help. After he gave him that one, she moved into a lower drawer and pulled up a button up shirt in blue.] There, now you won't be so without your uniform. [Of course the button up shirt was a woman's one, and didn't go all the way up to the neck, but that was neither here nor there.]

[Button up blues are button up blues in his book. Grinning, Jack took the new bra and the shirt before moving to lay them out on the closest chair. He was already sliding out of his suspenders and unbuttoning his shirt. No, there was no modesty.] Martha Jones, you're a life saver.

I know, it's my universal job description. [Martha smirked a bit, and was entirely unsurprised by Jack's getting naked. Oh, she didn't check him out, but she didn't mind. It was just Jack being Jack. Martha turned to the closet and started going through her assortment of jackets. There was of course the leather, but that wasn't quite Jack. Wool maybe? She found a solider-looking coat she'd worn for UNIT, and turned around with it.] This work?

[He was just fastening the bra as she held it up, and he grinned at her, eyes lighting up.] It's a little short, but I think it's just about perfect. [Straightening the straps, the shirt came next, though he only did a couple buttons before shucking his pants and very ill fitting briefs for the rest of the borrowed clothes. Aha! Shaved legs. Fantastic.]

If I wore a long coat, I'd look ridiculous. I'm far too short for one. So, I wear the bad ass short coats that don't have the flowy part. Oh, it's so not fair my clothes look better on you than they do on me. [Martha turned toward him and sighed softly, in a melodramatic manner before she moved to get a pair of thigh highs from the drawer.] Boots'll be murder without this.

[He let out a laugh with that compliment, settling the skirt on his hips with a grin.] It just looks new on me. Don't worry, I promise it looks fabulous on you. I forgot how much I'm going to have to cross my legs...[He reached for the badass, non-flowy short jacket and tugged it on, swiping his hair out from under the collar.]

Yeah, yeah. [Martha said with a roll of her eyes, but a smirk.] Can always go for pants. [She smirked and lowered her tone.] Or everyone will just assume that you're being Jack-like and doing it on purpose. [Which made her laugh, because it was probably what was going to happen. After the jacket was on, Martha adjusted the label.] You're going to knock a fair amount of people dead, Jack. [A beat.] Even more-so than usual.

Pants are too easy. I like a good challenge now and then. [As long as it wasn't too challenging. He grinned at her, tugging lightly at the end of the skirt.] I hope it's more than a fair amount...

Then really, is a skirt a challenge at all? [Martha adjusted his jacket again.] I'm sure it will be. You're Captain Jack Harkness, after all. [A sparkle in her eye.] Should I call you Captain Jackie Harkness, you know, given current circumstances?

[That sparkle made him grin and straighten, rolling his shoulders and offering a faux serious look.] I think I still like Jack better. Wouldn't want to confuse people now, would I?

I suppose not. Of course, it might give them a fighting chance you know, if you can't just walk up and say to them 'Captain Jack Harkness.' Could let the chest do the talking instead. [She gestured to the opening of the shirt, and grinned a bit more.]

[He glanced down at his chest and flashed a grin, laughing.] I could. But isn't that cheating?

[Martha tilted her head and looked at his chest.] Maybe, I suppose. If you like, I can give you a couple more outfits. These things never really run more than a week.

Did I mention that you were a life saver yet? I'll even promise to wash them before you get them back. [And hell, sometimes a little cheating was fine. He tugged his shirt down a bit, rather pleased with his cleavage.]

Once or twice. [Martha laughed quickly at that. And when he mentioned washing it, she nodded.] You better. [When Jack tugged the shirt down, Martha tugged it up a little] Mystique, Jack. Mystique.

[He chuckled, enjoying that high pitch and out right laughed as she pulled the shirt back up.] Of course, of course. What was I thinking? [He leaned in to kiss her cheek.] I owe you one.

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