Okay, random, stupid idea. But to cheer me up earlier my cousins were talking gangsta to me, and then I thought, what if the Doctor acted like that? Henceforth the creation of this story. Hopefully you like it, it's definitely not my best, but it was written at 3 in the morning, and it's not meant to be taken seriously. Please review, but don't be too harsh!

"Doctor!" I called, running into the TARDIS. "Doctor, come quick, there's…" my voice trailed off when he walked into the room. He had on a baggy white shirt saying, 'Gangsta for life", shorts that were so low that they reached his ankles, a doo rag with skulls on it, fake gold medallions hanging from his neck, a 4-finger fake-gold ring, and dark sunglasses on. I felt my jaw drop, but it wouldn't close.

"Doctor, are you all right?" I asked quietly, torn between fear, worry, and laughter.

" I beez fine, shawty," he told me. "Soz you." He added, looking me up and down appreciatively. He walked toward me, leaning back as he did so and sort of swaggered, moving his hands in random gestures.

"Wantz to go shoppin' and get you some new clothes? You would look daaaym good in some booty shorts."

I laughed. I sat there and laughed in his face, continually, for about ten minutes straight.

"What you be going at, shawty?" he asked-- sorry, "akst".

That got me on the floor laughing. Finally, I was about to stand up. I tried my best for a serious face. What all have you eaten today? Do you feel all right?"

"I hadz… a… ma homie Jack and I wentz to a bar, and I akst for something banana, and the bar lady said, banana… daiquiri…? It was dayam good."

"Ah, I see. Why don't you go lie down?" I needed to talk to Jack. He was in trouble. BIG trouble.

"Yeah yeah, aaigh shawty, peace." He made a weird hand gesture at me and staggered out of the room.

"Jack?" I called. "Jack, you're in a lot of trouble."

He walked into the TARDIS. "Have I done something to upset you, lovely miss Rose Tyler?" he asked.

"You took him out drinking?" I put my hands on my hips. Ooh… my mother did that. I took my hand off of my hips and put them in my pockets.

"Yeah, well, all a good bit of fun. He only had a few drinks…"

"And what exactly is, 'A few?'"

"Mmmmm…" he looked up at the ceiling. "Three, four, maybe 4 ½, eleven, two--"

"What did you say???"

"Just a few."

"I heard eleven."

"Oh, he didn't really have that many."

"So you were just kidding then." I smiled. "For a minute I thought you were serious."

"Hahaha, no… twentythree," he said quickly, running out of the TARDIS before I could catch him. I sighed.

The next morning (I don't know where Jack had slept, hopefully a park bench so that the rain got him wet, or a bird made a mess on him), I went to check on the Doctor. "You beez okay, homie?"

He opened his eyes and gave me a strange look. "Rose, are you all right?"

"Yes."

"Well then go get me some aspirin, would you? My head is killing me! What did I do yesterday???" he asked, rubbing his forehead.

I smiled. "Next time Jack takes you out, make sure the drinks are non-alcoholic. Kay dawg?" I walked out of the room, leaving him to stare after me with an expression of wonder.