A/N. Fluff, because there is no such thing as too much of it. Only this time, it goes straight to it from the start. Captain Jack, because really… Multi-chapter, Ten/Rose. As for the rating… well. One day. Or… I'd rather not risk it.

Disclaimer: Doctor Who belongs to the BBC.

Would You

Chapter One

It was Rose who has heard someone knocking on the TARDIS door… quite persistently. As the ship was and should have been pretty much unnoticeable to the common people, or to ones unaware of its unearthly function, the girl grabbed the nearest piece of clothing – which has happened to be a fluffy dressing-gown – white, not pink – and opened the ship's door, ready for anything. The Doctor swore he would work on fixing the screen… but he never did. According to him, that was only for the better, not spoiling the surprise…

The girl giggled to herself. Her smile has grown, the moment she recognised the figure in front of her.

"Hi, Jack!" She grinned at him sincerely, welcoming his friendly embrace.

The ex-Time Agent returned the grin with equal sincerity, having excitedly noticed exactly how little clothes she was wearing. No, a dressing-gown did not allow one see anything remotely interesting. Jack has swallowed the unuttered cheeky remark, anyway.

"Rosie, love! So good to see you!"

She could see the way his eyes were travelling all the same. "Come in first, yeah?"

Jack looked around the ship. A lot of things inside seemed unchanged… but there were some changes. In the entire atmosphere, first of all.

"It's been a while!" He continued excitedly. "I have heard your Doc has left you? Long ago… But I'm glad, more than glad to know that's not true! How comes you're here, Rosie? Has the alien finally come to his senses?" A vivid gesture accompanied his words. Rose has only rolled her eyes at him. Jack had no idea… Luckily for both the Doctor and herself.

"It has all been a mistake. Rumours, lies and silly misunderstandings. We, the Doctor and I, have never stopped trusting each other," she assured him, her eyes sparkling. "Why won't you stop staring at me?" Rose sounded honestly curious.

Damn. "Well, you are deliciously underdressed, for starters!" He knew she should have been ashamed of himself, but he never was. Surely, a thought about just how much was under has not been a sin?

Rose glared at her friend. That much should have been expected from him. "I have just got out of the shower, thank you very much! And the dressing-gown is in no way revealing," she sighed. Jack could be adorable one second and terribly annoying the other.

"Fine, fine. Just trying to be courteous." With nothing but a shrug having come Rose's way, he decided to get straight to the point. "Is the Doctor anywhere near?"

Rose motioned at the stairs that had not been there before. "He's asleep."

"Still?" The Doctor? Asleep, at this time of day? Fine, eleven in the morning was not incredibly late, not at all for him and a lot of other people he knew, Rosie included. But the Doctor? One having constantly boasted about not needing much sleep? Hardly any? Curious. Very much so. The American shrugged, his eyes widening the following moment. "Oh." Oh!

"If you say but one word on the subject-"

The smug grin now covered half of his face.

"Okay. Okay! No need to get agitated. But really, it must have taken quite a shag to tire a Time Lord down so badly, eh, Rosie?"

The companion blushed furiously, turning her eyes away from him. As much as she hoped to allow the Doctor sleep for as long as he pleased after quite an intense experience… Rose knew how to calm herself down after yet another almost-death adventure. An hour or more in the bath usually did the trick for her. But not yesterday. It has taken much more than that to forget the sight of creatures, some of them human-like… no matter how far in the future, no matter the distance of the planet from her own… They were all calling for them! Asking for help! Begging for it… Nobody survived.

And when the Doctor returned to the TARDIS, his hand in hers, like always… There were no questions asked. She needed him. He needed her. Neither of them expected this. Not this way. But the Doctor wanted to cure her visibly shaken soul too much as to understand this has resembled the breaking of Gallifrey way too much. But Rose, Rose was not supposed to see… to take part in any of this!

His plan has worked. Just a little too well.

When they were both still only allowing the remainders of pure bliss of their love-making leave them, content and satisfied… In love, but that went without saying… A different thing took place.

Doctor! A panicked scream could be heard in his mind.

In his mind.

Instead of jumping out of bed in panic, the Doctor grabbed Rose by the hand. Rose? He attempted. Such shocks might have caused many changes in one's mind… Even those, apparently.

The need to rest, sleep… to forget was out of the question all of a sudden.

No, Rose understood. This can't have been yesterday. Not yesterday. A week, a month ago… Or more. It did not matter. Not really. But, having started at the not-yesterday… their mental connection and hence their closeness kept growing… Yesterday included.

Jack was still standing there, all smugness. If this continued, Rose Tyler would need to award him with what the Tyler women were famous for.

Help, Doctor? Rose called him softly.

Jack Harkness kept harbouring other ideas. "There… how does it feel to make love to someone as… manly as the Doctor?"

Rose covered her face with her hands. Jack was very possibly unaware of the changes in the Doctor. And the day has begun so nicely…

"He has changed," she muttered.

"Oh, I'm sure of it! It must have meant a lot for him to actually leave his shell!"

Wherever was the Doctor when she needed him?

What is it?

At least the Time Lord was awake enough to respond. Lord praise mental communication.

The Doctor caught her unease then.

Put something decent on, yeah? She reminded him softly. Ever since their relationship has evolved, and still continued to do so at a miraculous rate, it has never left her mind to keep reminding him the most sensible of things, lest he forgot them, while completely involved in yet another of his brilliant discoveries.

Rose? Has something happened?

As the TARDIS did not warn him about their guest, he could not expect anything remotely dangerous.

Jack, she sent him.

The Doctor froze mid-step. Surely, he can't have found a way to contact him. By phone, for example. No, he preferred the real deal. Why couldn't he understand… The Doctor has put on his everyday suit with unusual care. He has left his hair in disarray, though, just as Rose liked it.

He has descended the stairs in a hurry. Rose in a dressing gown and slippers was not an utterly surprising sight for him – she would have changed into something soon enough anyway – Are you completely sure about the clothes, love?

No time. I will ask the TARDIS for something special later.

Jack Harkness kept gaping at the Doctor in disbelief. Then, his eyes travelled to Rose. "Is there something you want to share with me?"

"Mn… no, why? Do you, Doctor?" Her eyes were sparkling with mischief.

Jack shook his head. "You two. You should have told me. First, I am left thinking you – he motioned towards Rose – have died. Then, the rumour reaches me you, Doc, have found someone else! Martha, Donna, whoever…"

"Martha and then Donna," the Doctor corrected, never turning his eyes away from Rose.

"How are you coping, Rosie?"

She snorted at him. "Why are you here, in the first place?"

Jack did not answer at once.

A/N. Nothing worthy of the rating. Oh, no. Please, let me know what you think :)