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The Doctor had just wanted a nice lunch after a long day of time travel, repairing his TARDIS, and fighting off a few eldridge horrors.
Like a baby duckling though, Jamie always followed him.
The Doctor knew three things immediately:
1. He knew that Jamie was there.
2. That at least one appliance was going to cause a conversation
3. And he should remember to lock the kitchen door next time.
“What’s this here?” Jamie tapped on the strange, ominous box in front of him.
It was bulky, red, had a windowed door that allowed a view inside, showing it was empty. There was a column of little buttons and a large knob on the side. The Scotsman dared not to touch them even with his burning curiosity, out of fear it might explode.
Many of the Doctor’s things like to do that.
“I believe this invention is called a microwave, my dear Jamie.” The Doctor said, he stood behind his companion, holding some square thing wrapped in a paper towel on a plate. Probably another dangerous piece of alien technology, no doubt. “Future humans use it to warm their food.”
An invention built just for heating food up? When fire already existed?
What?
What!?
“Couldn’t they just use a… fire?”
“Well, I suppose, but this is much safer to have in a house, quicker too. Uses small waves of radiation-”
“RADIATION!?” Jamie abruptly pulled away from the microwave-box-thing, eyes wide and pupils shrunk. “Ye said tha’ radiation stuff was DEADLY! Why would those… IDIOTS use weapons to cook!?”
The Doctor let a smile escape him before forcing himself back into smart all knowing time traveler mode. “Oh no, no Jamie! It’s alright! See, there’s different types of radiation, and this one is not the same as the nuclear kind. It’s harmless, really.”
“If ye say so…”
Humming happily to himself, the Doctor placed the plate inside the mysterious microwave machine. He turned the dial, pressed a button. The thing made a loud, sudden BEEP, then began humming. Not surprisingly this sudden sound scared the Scotsman super-shitless. (That’s a lot of alliteration)
Jamie made a decidedly not very "fierce warrior highlander” type of scream. “Aye! Ye didn’t tell me it made NOISE!”
“Don’t be frightened Jamie.” The Doctor crooned softly, giving Jamie a half-loving, half-codicending head pat. “The scary box won’t hurt us.”
Jamie pouted, sulking under the Doctor’s touch. Though the feeling always managed to calm him, he kept up an angry face. “I am NOT scared of yer STOOPID box! What did ye even put in there, ye said Time Lords don't need tae eat…”
“But I LIKE to.” The Doctor whined, then smirked. “Humans don't need to drink alcohol until they're driven stupid and willing to fill their lover's things with liters of chocolate milk.”
Jamie felt his face grow warm from a certain memory. “Doctor, if this is about the bathtub incident, I… I… you KNEW I would…”
BEEP! BEEP BEEP! BEEP-
“AYE, JESUS-” The Highlander practically jumped into his alien partner’s arms like a frightened cat. “What does that mean!?”
“It means my lunch is ready.” The Doctor paused before pulling Jamie closer against him. “But I do think I like this.” He kissed the top of Jamie's head gently. “Perhaps I should wait for it to cool down anyway.”
Jamie giggled and greedily took in the Doctor's warmth. “I shoul’ ask more about yer things if this is what it gives me.”