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A/N: This is just a fluffy little Jack/Rose ficlet I thought up when I should've been working on Becoming a Time Lady. But I had fun writing it, so whatever. Enjoy!
Dancing
On the planet of Renthalon, there was a dance hall.
In this hall, the ceiling was actually the dance floor (due to gravity generators) and it was made of the clearest glass. It was so clear, in fact, that it was very nearly invisible. And on the other side was only the night sky, all the vastness of space right underneath their shoes.
Musicians and dancers from all over the galaxy came to play and dance in this hall – the result being that it was filled with all types of aliens and at any given time, music from absolutely anywhere might be playing.
The only thing that any of them had in common was attire – the dance hall had a strict dress code of royal purple for everyone; male, female, non-gender, or multi-gender alike of any species whatsoever. For this reason, while Rose and Jack were there on this particular night, the Doctor was not – he was still deciding whether he really wanted to set aside his leather jacket.
"Rose?" Jack whispered.
Rose tore her attention away from the dancers and glanced at Jack briefly. "Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?" She asked, smiling from pure happiness. Then she looked away again.
Every day. Jack thought, still watching her.
"Rose!" He said again, more insistently.
"What?" She hissed back, this time sounding slightly annoyed at being interrupted.
"Dance with me."
Her eyes widened in surprised and a grin broke across her face. Nonetheless, she shook her head. "I can't!" She protested when he looked disappointed. "I don't know these dances – I've never even heard this style of music before!"
"Neither have I," was his immediate response.
"What!" Rose cried, feigning shock. "Don't you know every dance in the universe?" She asked, laughing.
"Not remotely," Jack answered, laughing too. "But there's no harm in trying, is there?"
"You know," she said. "That sentence is almost as bad as things like 'what could possibly go wrong' or 'there's no turning back now'."
Jack couldn't resist. "Well, what could possibly go wrong?"
"Ooh, you've done it now!" Rose gasped, trying – and failing – to sound completely serious. "Jinxed us good an' proper, you have."
"Oh, well in that case," He said, taking her hand and pulling her onto the dance floor despite her half-hearted protestations. "There's no turning back now."
A/N: This is perhaps the shortest story I've ever posted on fanfiction. Oh well. Hope you liked it!
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