Hot Date

"Do you want to go for a drink tonight?" Clarissa asked Jack as they started to pack up at the end of their shift

"I can't tonight, sorry," Jack said as he logged off his computer "I've got plans,"

"Oh really?" Clarissa said raising an eyebrow "Is that "Jack-speak" for a date?"

"Maybe," he grinned slyly "Are you jealous?"

"Of the car crash that is your love life?" she scoffed "Give me strength," Clarissa sighed

"What's wrong with my love life?" he asked

"Nothing," Clarissa shrugged "Is she blonde?" she asked

"Why?" Jack said suspiciously

"Statistical analysis shows that your relationships and I use that term loosely, with blondes last on average 1.2 weeks,"

"Have you been analysing my sex life?" he said raising an eyebrow

"I'm compiling a detailed report of your messed up brain for future psychiatrists who will gaze at my findings in awe for finding a case study of a man who can function with so few brain cells as you. And I'll be hailed a hero for putting up with you for so long,"

"You're funny," he said sarcastically "I do have a date tonight actually. A real hot date, the stuff of dreams,"

"Well I hope you're happy together," Clarissa said "And I'll be here to pick up the pieces when it all goes wrong you again,"

"Oh no," Jack shook his head "That won't happen. This is true love," he said grinning as he lopped out of the lab

"See you tomorrow," Clarissa called after him and winced as she heard him bellow his farewell back at her

…

He drummed his fingers on the plastic chair impatiently, glancing at the clock on his mobile phone. Two minutes late already. That couldn't be a good sign.

"Jack?" he suddenly heard a voice call. He looked up and his face broke into a grin as he made his way over to the speaker "Sorry for the delay,"

"That's fine," he waved off the apologies

"That'll be £5.40,"

He scrabbled around in his pocket and pulled out a scruffy looking note and some loose change, which he passed over.

"Enjoy your night,"

"Oh I will," he said with a satisfied smile

He turned and walked out of the takeaway shop, clutching the cardboard box in his arms. He could feel the warmth of his food against his hands and smiled to himself.

"Oh pizza, how I do love you,"

Author's Note: Jack/Pizza is my new ship!