Summary: The Doctor settles in and begins to realize that 'domestic' means different things to different people at different times...funny how he had never really taken a closer look at 'primitives' until Rose decided to become one. He knew better than to educate them past a certain point...he also knew that Rose had already rushed things a bit by bringing in the Wheel a too soon as well as reading, writing and simple math. In a brand new universe less than a quarter century old, Rose had managed to establish nearly ten fixed points, firmly cementing her New Earth into a stable existence. Rated T.
HOME
The Doctor felt perfectly ridiculous as he performed, with his leggings crumpled around his ankles, his hips jutted out as he proved to the roaring, hooting crowd that he was fully functional...his face as red as the leaping flames of the ceremonial fire a few feet away, the 'traditional' wedding display that a male must make in order for the formalities to proceed any further. Apparently, it was important to these folk that he prove he was both attracted to his intended and able to perform...physically.
Panting, he glared at the giggling Rose for a few moments: He could not believe he'd just had to do...that...been required to do it, in fact, in front a crowd of strangers, all whooping encouragement until he'd shot off on the square of specially dyed and embroidered cloth. He'd told them they could not keep his bodily fluids and since they had to be wasted instead of used, they were to be burnt. He stuffed himself back inside his leggings, cursed a blue streak for several moments in the lyrical Gallifreyan of his birth, which the ancient priestess took to be some kind of warding spell and tossed it into the hottest part of a ceremonial fire...not a cooking fire, no...one used specifically for various rites during the Gathering. Rose was smiling at him as she joined him.
"All that wasted material taken care of?"
"Yes. No wonder you refused to tell me what they wanted until the last minute."
"I told the TARDIS, though: She made sure you had the additives you needed in your food yesterday and today..."
"Did she? I thought your presence was why getting specialty foods was so easy..." He shook his head. "Whenever you two get your heads together, look out, world. Any world, anywhere, anywhen and anyMe. Tell me, was it enough of a peacock thing for you? I can show off more, if you want me to, but I'd prefer to keep my organs to just us, in private, from now on, if you don't mind."
He grinned helplessly as she broke out into giggles, running one arm around her waist while she chortled against his chest. "Wait til you learn about the ceremonial orgies they hold on some holidays. You don't have to partiscipate but if you're still unmated, you'd be strongly encouraged to, particularly the unmated males...makes sense to widen the Gene pool, yeah?"
"Thank you for saving me from that, wife." He just stared at her grinning face, nodding response. "Yes. Mated now, no orgies."
Rose just laughed.
"No wonder Jack turned out that way." He muttered. "Such behavior is in the earliest part of human development. Hell, I think his sexual behavior actually counts as being retro."
Rose's giggles increased in both volume and intensity. "He's here, you know. West side caverns on Mulberry Ridge. He loves it here."
"He would."
"You and him, all the family I've got, yeah? Wanted you both here...he got here two days ago while you were in the sweatlodge. The unmated females are so happy..."
"Yeeah...I just bet they are."
"And his hopper got stepped on by a mammoth."
"Well, at least something good came out of it then."
"I don't think Jack Harkness really minds."
**TBC**
