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“You, my dear Rosie, have got mentionitis,” Jack accused, leveling a finger at her.
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s when you fancy someone so much that you can’t stop talking about them. It’s like a sickness. Mentionitis.”
Rose crossed her arms, smirking. “And you think I’m afflicted with your little made-up disease?”
“Oh yeah. You’ve got it bad. You can’t go more than three sentences without mentioning the Doctor.”
“S’not true,” she sulked.
“Tell you what,” he said, leaning forward, “let’s make it interesting. Tomorrow, I’ll pick a random hour, and I’m going to keep count. Every time you say the Doctor’s name, you owe me a credit. If you get through the hour owing me less than twenty credits, I’ll give them all back and say I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, alright,” Rose said, one corner of her mouth turned up. “But you’d better be ready to apologize."
“I hope you’re ready to crack that piggy bank, Tyler.”
“Dream on, Harkness,” she snickered.
~*~O~*~
The next day found Rose scowling, handing thirty-three credits over to a beaming Jack.
“See, Rosie? Mentionitis. I told you! I knew you couldn’t shut up about the Doctor. Maybe you should mention to the man himself that you’re afflicted with this dread disease and can’t shut up about him.”
Rose flushed. “Don’t you dare tell him about this...nonsense mentionitis, Jack Harkness!”
Jack snorted. “You think he’s not aware of it? I won fifty-four credits off of him this morning with the exact same bet.”