This is the very very belated sequel to Always and Forever which you will need to read before attempting to read this. It picks up pretty much directly where Always and Forever left off.

I am ignoring everything in series 3 except for 'The Runway Bride' (means I don't have to deal with Martha blah) and all of Torchwood as a series. There will be slight references to things Jack mentions in TW but no real spoilers I don't think.

This is mostly cuteness. Rose/Ten some implied Jack/Ten but nothing serious.

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Doctor Who' or anything related to that (I do however have some action figures but somehow they're not as cute as the real Tennant...).

I DEFINITELY do not own the rights to the songs 'I Wanna Hold Your Hand', 'Please Please Me', 'Love Me Do', or 'She Loves You' by the Beatles. If I did I would be much richer than I am now.

I do however own the purple mini in Ch2 - he is called Monty not Milly though. I can prove this via pictures of my extremely cute car! ;-)

Please comment and you'll be showered with virtual cookies. Even if its just to swoon over DT or JB.

The Doctor Sings

Chapter One: Mornings and Misunderstandings

"I suppose we'd better go scoop Jack out of the sand," The Doctor says rolling out of bed and dragging his clothes on.

"Do we have to?" Rose whines sleepily, burying her face back into the pillow.

He throws a t-shirt at her head. "Yes! Get up."

"Can't I entice you back in?"

The Doctor turns pointedly away and swallows to himself. As much as he would like to crawl back into bed with his girl they need to rescue Jack from the incoming tide. "Up now!"

Rose sighs and reaches for the t-shirt.

The Doctor crouches beside the Jack-shaped indentation in the sand and eyes the waterline. He touches the sand with his fingers. "I think the tide came in."

"Jack?" Rose asks worriedly behind him.

"Go get a raft."

"A what?"

"A raft Rose. Down the corridor, third door on the right, in the big cupboard. Run girl run!" he grins at her.

Rose sprints back into the TARDIS. The Doctor waits a minute before he stands up and eyes the large scraped area of sand he had been crouched in, his long coat hiding it from her eyes. Drag marks. Trust Jack to get into trouble. He recognises the tracks in the sand and doesn't want Rose here when they appear. There is bound to be a misunderstanding. He eyes the scrape marks again, then turns and comes face to face with approximately eight feet of greyish fur.

"Hello," he says cheerily.

Rose lugs the bright orange inflatable raft awkwardly across the control room and wonders if Jack can swim. He's never mentioned it, but then they've never been in a position to find out. According to the Doctor there is a swimming pool on board but they've never managed to find it.

There is a sudden commotion outside and the TARDIS door slams shut. Not again, she thinks quickly. There is the sound of the sonic screwdriver. She darts forward, shoves the door open three inches with her shoulder before he can lock it and heaves a piece of the rubber raft into the gap. She peeps through the space to see the man she loves being held upside down by the ankles. His arms are hanging over his head, along with his coat and his hair is dangling in the sand. He looks unharmed.

There is a noise from further along the beach and two more big foots come into view. One has Jack slung over its shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

The big foot holding the Doctor is now slowly swinging him back and forth like a pendulum and staring at him inquisitively. The Doctor is unusually quiet.

The big foot dumps Jack into the sand. The Captain's head lolls to the side, his eyes closed. Rose suddenly feels cold inside. What if Jack is dead? What can she do? She glances back inside the TARDIS to see if there is anything she can use as a weapon. She can't see anything so peeps back round the door again, then spots the sonic screwdriver lying in the sand where it has been shaken from the Doctor's coat pocket. She darts out of the door and grabs it.

"Put him down!" she commands aiming it at the big foot holding the Doctor.

It freezes. The Doctor manages to raise his head and peer between his coat. "Rose," he says mildly. "Please put that down. This is just a misunderstanding."

"What?"

"They don't mean us any harm Rose."

Rose lowers the screwdriver but keeps her finger on the button. "But Jack…"

"He's fine. They picked him up before the tide took him out to sea…"

"So why send me for the raft?" she asks staring at him. "And why are you still upside down?"

He grins at her, looking slightly peculiar upside down. "Can you put me down please Lossow?" he asks.

The big foot creature's face twists into what Rose can only assume is a smile, then it drops the Doctor head first into the sand. He lands and his breath is knocked out of him with an "oooff," then he rolls over onto his knees and shakes the sand out of his hair.

"Rose," he gestures to the big foots, "These are the Criskarp. Old friends."

She looks sceptical as he continues.

"They never recognise me when I regenerate. They don't get the new face concept. Causes no end of bother." He bounces to his feet. Then hauls Rose to towards the big foot. "Lossow this is Rose Tyler. Rose Lossow of the Criskarp." Lossow's furry hand swamps Rose's as he takes it.

The Doctor goes bounding over to the other two Criskarp and Jack.

"Thank you for saving Jack," she says to Lossow. She looks over to where the Doctor is now kneeling beside Jack. "He alright?" She can't keep the worry out of her voice.

The Doctor gently pats the side of Jack's face.

The man's eyes slide open slowly. "Good morning gorgeous," he murmurs sleepily with a slow smile.

The Doctor grins down at him. "Good morning handsome, good to have you back."

"I go someplace?" Jack frowns.

The Doctor laughs and stands, holding out his hand to Jack. "Not really."

Jack takes it and lets himself be hauled to his unsteady feet. He sways a little. "I think I might be sick."

The Doctor pulls a face. "Great. Okay. Lovely." He starts talking to the other two Criskarp animatedly, as Jack wobbles his way to Rose.

"I've got one hell of a hangover."

She laughs and he mock-glowers at her.

"You seem surprisingly bright eyed and bushy tailed," he says to her. "Why aren't you suffering like me?"

She gives him an innocent smile. "A good night's sleep."

"Really?" Jack grabs at her laughing.

She dodges his hand. "Yes! One not spent in a sandpit!"

He grabs her, his arms round her waist. "Naughty naughty is what I think."

"Down boy," the Doctor says walking over. "We're all sorted here."

"So they're not going to eat us?" Rose says extracting herself from Jack's arms.

"Nope. In!" The Doctor hustles them both towards the TARDIS.

Jack throws a look over his shoulder. "So what are they again?"

The three of them sit around in the control room and struggle for something to say. Suddenly finding the words seems incredibly hard without the alcohol of the previous night. Even the ever-talkative Doctor is quiet. Finally Jack lifts his head and looks at the Doctor, "I saw Cleopatra. She says hello."

The Doctor's eyes brighten. "Really?"

Rose's eyes narrow instantly. Jack suddenly notices and tries to change the topic. But Rose says, "I have a question."

The Doctor looks at her, sensing the tension. "Yes Rose?"

"How come you never came for me? Jack managed it. By accident!"

"I…"

"At least he was looking for me. You swanned off and didn't even bother did you?"

The Doctor gapes at her and she continues.

"How many other women? How many Cleo's? Or Reinette's?"

Jack looks at the Doctor with a raised eyebrow.

There is a flash of anger on his face. "How dare you?" he snaps. "You know there was only you Rose! Only ever you!"

Rose stands her eyes flashing. "Sarah Jane," she snaps and marches from the room.

"Who?" Jack looks puzzled as the Doctor half rises from his seat.

"Another girl. She travelled with me a long time ago."

"You do get around," Jack interrupts.

The Doctor shoots him a hard look. "We ran into her. She said some things that I think Rose took to heart." He casts worried eyes towards the door. "I should go after her."

Jack jumps to his feet. "I'll go."

"No I'd better go…"

Jack snorts and looks back over his shoulder at the Doctor. "She's mad at you," he retorts and disappears.

"Hey Rose," Jack pokes his head round her door.

She is lying on her bed. "Go away Jack. This is your fault." Her voice is muffled in the pillow.

Jack walks into her room and plops himself onto her bed beside her. He lies down and wraps his arms around her. "I know. But you love me anyway right?" He nuzzles his face against the back of her neck. "Right?"

She smiles despite herself. "Yeah I guess so."

"And you love him don't you?" his voice takes on a teasing tone. "Even if I am obviously superior since I got in your bed first." He plants a kiss on the back of her hair.

"Behave you." Rose rolls onto her back and he shifts so that his head is pillowed on her shoulder.

He looks up at her all puppy-eyed. "Forgive me?"

"Yeah."

"No sulking?"

"Not from me. Is he mad?"

"Nah don't think so. More upset than anything I think. Hard to read him yet."

She bites her lip. "I'd better forgive him hadn't I?"

Jack nods. "Yep."

"I do love him Jack."

"Don't I know it," he laughs. "Give me a kiss then?"

Outside the door the Doctor hears her laughing as he walks away.