The Missing Adventures of Doctor Who

"Peekaboo"

"Right then, off we go!"

The ride was the smoothest any of them had ever experienced. The TARDIS flew strong and steady, towing the Earth behind back to its proper place in the universe. The trip went by quietly, everyone focused on their assigned tasks.

Everyone, that is, except for Jackie Tyler. She humphed her annoyance from her position on the rail, hoping to get a response. She leaned forward, trying to catch Rose's eye to get some sympathy. No such luck. She crossed her arms and humphed again.

Jackie stomped over to the Doctor, frustrated. Hands on hips, she stood behind him and glared at the back of his head. Finally he turned and grinned.

"Yeah?"

She scowled, daring him to keep smiling. "Why can't I help fly it?"

He winced. "Ah, well. I just…you can't, er, shouldn't--"

"Never mind," she cut him off. "I get it."

Rose glanced up and saw the Doctor grimace. So did Jackie.

"Well, is there anything I can do?! I'm not useless."

He ran a hand through his hair, appearing to consider her question. Jackie just glared at him. "Oh come on, Doctor. There's gotta be something."

"Well, there's some stuff that needs to get taken care of," he said slowly.

"What?"

"There're some odds and ends that kinda need to be just sort of put away."

"Oh, so now I'm on clean-up?" she snapped.

"You said anything!"

She scowled at him a few seconds more, and then dropped her hands from her hips with an exasperated sigh.

"Alright, where is it?"

The Doctor directed Jackie out of the room, shouting instructions at her down the corridor, and returned to the console. Rose looked at him curiously. His expression was studiously blank.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

She cocked an eyebrow at him. His face remained straight a moment longer, then his usual mad grin broke out.

"What?" she pressed. "What?"

He wiggled his eyebrows at her in response and called, "Martha?"

"Yes?"

"Would you mind going and giving Jackie a hand really quick?"

"Um, okay." She left her spot at the TARDIS' console, which the other Doctor took, and trotted down the hall, casting a brief, puzzled glance behind her.

By now Rose was dying to know what the Doctor was up to, all but bouncing impatiently. He just grinned at her.

"Donna, would you give me a hand with the trunk?"

"Sure thing," she replied, walking over to a particular grate and helping him open it and lift out a large trunk.

"What's in the trunk, Doctor?" Rose asked.

"Oh, everything."