Here we go again, with just a little look into what i like to affectionately call, the 'Grandparent dash'


Rose pulled a comb quickly and efficiently through one twin's hair and attempted to wipe the food from the face of the other. Both of them were squirming uncontrollably, making her jobs far harder than they needed to be.

"Jane, Sarah, please sit still, mummy is loosing her patience and if you two don't stop squirming very soon, she's going go crazy bite all your fingers off!" Rose declared, her voice never changing from it's usual sunny tone.

"I'd do what she says, girls" The Doctor advised his children around a mouthful of toast, "She said that to me once... and now look!" He held up his left arm, his hand tucked within his sleeve. The two girls began giggling and grudgingly settled in their seats, much to their mother's relief.

"You know, Rosie, it's only your mother, not the queen..." The Doctor tried to calm his wife's frantic preening. She was only on two of seven, surely she wasn't expecting to get all of their children respectable for her mother...

"No, my mum is convinced we can't look after all our children on this ship, that it would be better if we just left them with her, so they can go to normal human schools. That means, if she sees one bruise, one scratch... one sodding tooth mark, i'm in for it, and I loose the ongoing battle with her." Rose didn't even stop to look at The Doctor throughout her whole speech, shooing the twins out of the room and grabbing Jack and Mickey as they tried to run through the kitchen without being caught.

Jack had managed to lodge a screwdriver of some sort in his unruly white blonde curls, which took some dislodging, and Mickey's ginger mop was full of what Rose feared may be jam.

"She wouldn't dare, Rosie, I wouldn't let her." The Doctor reassured her.

Once the two boys were suitably clean, they were released, and Rose lent over the table to confiscate the rest of Jacqueline's make up and frowned at the fifteen year old.

"Sweetheart, you are pretty enough already, you really don't need any more.' the teenager huffed and picked at the toast her father had just dumped in front of her.

Rose quickly counted her children and frowned... six... where was Peter?

"Peter, come on! Your grandmother's waiting for us!" The Doctor yelled, picking up on Rose's thoughts.

The clatter of feet on the metal grating outside the kitchen heralded the arrival of their oldest son, Rose turned her head expectantly to give his clothing a once over and stopped dead in her tracks.

"What the-" Her eyes went wide and she stood abruptly, taking a few urgent steps towards Peter and pulling his head down to her level so she could run her fingers through his vividly blue hair.

"Bl-blue!" She stuttered, fumbling across his scalp, as if looking for any signs of a wig.

"Yes, mother, blue." Peter sighed, gently detangling her hands from his hair, and holding them in front of him.

"I got bored of people saying 'Doesn't he look like his father?' so I dyed my hair blue. Now, I thought my grandmother was waiting for me." He grabbed his coat from the hooks behind the kitchen door and ambled out of the room, utterly care-free.

Everyone stood in silence, watching what their mother would do, but Rose simply stood there, her mouth opening and closing, until she turned to look at her husband, pointing towards the door.

"He... blue, Theta, blue..." She mumbled, letting her hand drop back to her side.

After a moment, she cleared her throat and took a few steps towards the door, pulling Jack along behind her by his collar, her eyes still wide.

"My mother is going to have a fit..." She groaned, ignoring The Doctor's strangled giggles.


Hope you liked this one!

I always imagined Rose as one of those really picky mothers, aalways ready with a hanky and comb... And Jackie Tyler would no doubt insist as often as possible that her army of grandchildren live with her. ^^