Author: Daystar Searcher
Word Count: 1,676
Author's Summary: "Jo, huh?" Oswin said. "First boy I ever kissed was named Joe."
Characters/Pairings: Oswin Oswald/Jo Grant, Third Doctor, Delgado!Master
Recced because: Okay, it's my second Oswin story of the week, but this one has a completely different tone and approach – and besides, how often do you get to rec a story based on that (NSFW) photo of Katy Manning and a Dalek? Oswin and Jo make a funny, flirty, and adorable team, and while I can't say I've shipped Companion/Dalek before, I sure do now ... as will you, I hope.
Fortunately, they were in a cell–now there was a sentence that, well actually it wasn't a full sentence, it was a clause, okay, a clause that you didn't hear everyday–so Oswin had a captive audience (literally!) for the hour it took to outline her how her exciting career as Junior Entertainment Manager had been cut short with a demotion to Genocidally Inclined Bit of Goo in a Tank, how she had taken a brief vacation to Delusional Fantasyland and learned that even in her imagination she couldn't cook, how spoiler-spoiler-I-really-shouldn't-be-te
lling-you-this a future incarnation of Jo's best friend had revealed the truth, how Oswin had selflessly sacrificed herself and then decided sod that, she was a screaming genius and could easily jerry-rig a Dalek time machine in twenty seconds using only Dalekanium chains, some nearby computer chips, and her amazingly impressive brain.
Oswin paused to take a breath. She didn't need to, but old habits died hard.
"Was it a bit tricky, kissing Humperdinck?" Jo asked. "I mean, did he have to kiss your plunger thingamabob, or–"
"I WAS NOT A DALEK THEN!" Oswin raged, in–oops–her Dalek voice. All rage-y and single-pitch and emphatic and did she mention rage-y? Definitely rage-y. And now Jo was probably going to start crying, and never believe that Oswin was really human, and–
"Well, there's no need to shout," Jo said firmly. "We don't want the guards to come checking on us, now that we're breaking out."