Author's Note: This fic is set right after "Tooth and Claw" (S02 E02) and inspired by Jackie's attempt to come on to the Doctor in "Rose" (S01 E01) and her comment in "The Christmas Invasion"(S02 E0X) ("Anything else he's got two of?"). I really wanted to write a Snapshot about the fate of the Ninth Doctor's leather jacket – so here it stands. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Obviously, as my name is not "BBC," I do not own or profit from any of the Doctor Who characters or the storylines and quotes taken directly from the TV shows. However, all other characters and any storyline extending beyond the TV eps are my intellectual property. Steal it, and you will be exterminated.
They were still howling as they stumbled past the TARDIS's console and collapsed in the captain's chair. Rose curled up in a ball next to the Doctor.
"Blimey, I could do with a jacket. Scotland is bloody cold when you're dressed for the wrong century."
"You could have my black leather," the Doctor said absently. Then he frowned. "Where is that, by the way? Haven't seen it since … oh, Christmas day, I suppose."
Rose mumbled something that the Doctor didn't quite catch. "Sorry, what was that?"
"You don't want to know."
"Course I do! I liked that jacket. I won't even complain if you've kidnapped it, although I might have to tease …" The Doctor trailed off, studying Rose's face. He blanched. "I thought …" His voice came out in a squeak, so he cleared his throat and tried again. "I thought she had that friend – Howard."
"Well, you know Mum," Rose said. She watched in surprise as the Doctor suddenly jumped up and began dashing round the console. "Where are we going?"
"To find a dry cleaner's."
