I swear, the chapters will eventually get longer, it's just I'm in an update-y mood, so I wanted to finish this as quickly as possible, so I could post it as something similar to a chapter, even if it's really too short to be.

I was off ill on Monday and Tuesday, so I had plenty of time to type, and I'm half-way through the next chapter as you're reading.

This chapter is dedicated to Jomel10, because you were so good with updating A Christmas to Remember? Is that OK? Good!

The TARDIS landed with a gentle bump, and Rose gained the confidence to get up off the floor where she had fallen a few minutes earlier. The Doctor, of course, had seemed oblivious to the knocking and swaying of his beloved ship, dashing around the console, pushing buttons here, pulling levers here, twiddling this and that, and occasionally giving it a good whack with the mallet, or a swift kick, though the latter usually left him grumbling with a very sore foot.

Jack steadied her as she stood. He seemed to acclimatise quicker to the motion of the ship, but he still couldn't compare to the Doctor. Rose doubted that anyone ever would. As she stood, the Doctor began babbling again, his mouth moving twice as fast as she thought the laws of physics would allow, or was actually possible. As it turned out, the Doctor didn't care what other people thought was impossible, and the phrase "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." sprang to mind.

"Thank you for flying AirTARDIS! We have now arrived at our random destination. Please refrain from removing your seatbelt until the captain has turned off the seatbelt sign." He grinned manically.

"Or until we're certain that the captain has been murdered." Rose whispered in Jack's ear, who laughed.

"That way our passengers cannot be implicated in any crimes that may or may not have been committed." He added quietly. Now they were both laughing.

The Doctor raised his eyebrow, quizzically. "What did you say?" He asked, genuinely.

"Nothing!" Rose answered in a sing-song voice. The Doctor's other eyebrow joined the first.

"Whatever you say. Just keep tellin' yourself that." The Doctor was clearly not convinced. True she and Jack were both looking very guilty, but if you overlooked that, then it wouldn't be obvious that anything had happened at all.

Jack feigned being deeply hurt by the Doctor's words. "Hey Doc, why d'ya always assume we've done something just because we're laughing?"

The Doctor simply stared at Jack's face. "Do you REALLY want me to answer that?"

"Probably best not to really..." Jack gave in. Rose elbowed him in the ribs.

"Traitor!" She hissed, good-naturedly. Jack simply shrugged, then he noticed the Doctor racing to the door that would lead them outside.

"So, you've really no idea where or when we are, right?" Jack loved it when they did this- set the controls to random, and walk out into God-knows what. The Doctor looked back at Jack over his retreating shoulder.

"Nope!" He exclaimed excitedly, popping the "p". He reached for his long coat. "I can understand if you don't believe that there's something I don't know, and I'm sorry to disappoint you, but there are approximately two things I don't know. 1: Where we are whenever the word "random" is in the name, and 2: How many things I don't know." He looked over at Rose, hoping she wouldn't bother to find the flaw in his logic, and was confused to see she was staring at him accusingly. "What?"

"You've forgotten then."

"Forgotten what?"

"Our little wager."

"Our what?"

Jack however suddenly brightened. "Oh yeah! I'd completely forgotten that! So are we gonna do it this time or what?" The Doctor still looked blank, one long arm half-way through the sleeve of his coat. "This time we're all going without one vital thing that we'd normally never leave? Remember?"

There was a pause. "Do we have to?" The Doctor whined loudly, sounding like a spoilt 3-year-old who'd been denied a teddy from the toy-store.

"Yes. You know and we know what we've all got to leave, so we can see who can survive the longest without it. Assuming we don't all die as a result, it'll be fun!" Rose sounded happy. "I'm gonna leave my phone, Jack's leaving his gun, at YOUR insistence, and you're gonna have to go without your c-"

"Come on, I don't even remember saying anything about this! When did I say I'd take part?" The Doctor was not happy; this was obvious to his companions.

"When we got you drunk and you were dancing around the console to the Teletubbies song, after we spiked your drink. Alright?" Rose barely stifled a laugh as the image of the Doctor completely out-for-the-count spread-eagled on top of his bed, snoring his head off surfaced in her mind's eye. Jack gave a very fake sounding cough and suddenly became very interested in the buttons on his shirt, a huge smile on his face.

The Doctor looked at them, agape. "You what!" He gasped.

"Oh stop looking so gormless and just accept it!" Jack laughed.

"Funny that." Rose interjected. "I mean, I don't even know what a Gorm is, let alone how to lose one, so how'd you manage to do it, eh? Come on, off with it!" She raised her voice just slightly. God, I sound like him, she thought to herself.

"But I don't want to! You can't make me!" The Doctor backed off quickly, but he soon came up against the door, and couldn't go any further. Jack and Rose were coming closer. There was nowhere to go!

Before he could do anything, Jack was on top of him, wrestling him to the ground. The Doctor supposed that he only remembered what he was supposed to let go of because he was relatively sober at the time, and he knew it wasn't the Sonic Screwdriver. They had all agreed that it was too useful, and really could get the out of a life-threatening situation. However, the alcohol had been taking effect, and he hadn't been able to argue himself out of it.

Now Rose had launched herself at him, and he knew, with both of them on him, he had no hope, and mere minutes later, Jack stood triumphant, holding the offending object high out of the Doctor's reach, who was currently battling Rose to get to his feet and reach to get it.

Jack sauntered over to the safe that he had dubbed Doctor-proof, and placed the long brown coat with Rose's phone and his own gun. He patted the objects fondly, before shutting the door, hearing the quiet click as the deadlock seal activated.

The Doctor was not going to give up without a fight it seemed, and Rose currently had to physically push him out of the door, and into the cold darkness outside.

One foot outside, he was getting further away! Rose was stronger than she looked. He had to get to his beloved coat, couldn't they understand? Janis Joplin had given him that coat! It was precious to him!

"Let me go!" He protested loudly, battling with his companion, trying to force his way back into the TARDIS. Now Jack was coming! He had no time!

Jack placed his hands on each of the Doctor's shoulders, even as Rose put hers on the Time Lord's chest. Together, they pushed hard, and the Doctor tumbled out, narrowly avoiding falling on to his back, and as he righted himself, they turned and closed the double doors, securely locking them with Jack's key, and she heard the Doctor cry out, in what she assumed was anger.

"There ya go! That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Rose turned to face the disgruntled Time Lord. But where he had been standing mere seconds ago trying to win over gravity, there was now a small indent in the soil, containing a large pair of paw-prints. They were easily the size of her head.

The Doctor was gone.

Really sorry for the rubbish cliffie. I just couldn't resist. I've just realised that I don't seem to end on cliffies that much, so I wanted to try it out, and this was the best I could come up with. Sorry! Next update maybe tonight, or tomorrow, depends when I finish it. But DEFINATLY THIS WEEK! And for once you can hold me to that.

By the way, can we all just *figuratively* glare at Fi3fi3 for a few seconds, just because she only read this when I bullied her into it? *Glares* Come on1 Better than that1 She'll just laugh it off!

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