Bad Wolf Bay – Alternate Universe
Rose, Jackie and Handy waited for Pete to show up in a Zeppelin.
A single tear of grief ran down Rose's face as she thought longingly of her 'real' Doctor and their 'forever love'. A love which transcended time and space, a love which nothing, not Daleks, nor Cybermen, nor the fact that the Doctor is a nine hundred year old alien with commitment issues, a history of dumping his companions, and a hatred of domesticity could tarnish. Oh well, she thought, at least the Doctor had the decency to leave me with a guy who looks like him.
She smiled lovingly at Handy who was thinking, Honey, you might want to tone down the 'raccoon eyes' and while you're at it bleached hair has got to go. Hey, when did I develop an eye for style?
Meanwhile, Jackie was fuming. Just who's supposed to take care of Handy, she thought peevishly. A vision of all the pets Rose had begged for over the years, only to lose interest in a couple of days flashed through her mind. Sure, Rose says she'll take care of him, but I'll be the one who ends up feeding him, Jackie thought.
Suddenly, a man appeared on the beach. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with a roguish twinkle in his eye. Spotting the threesome, he sauntered over, checked them out, smiled lasciviously at Handy, and said "Well, hello there, cutie. I'm Captain Jack Harkness, you want to visit the 51st century?"
It dawned on Handy that there was a great deal more of Donna in him than anyone had suspected. After checking out Jack's handsome face and muscular body, he said, "Sure, why not?"
Jack put his arm around Handy, set the vortex manipulator for his swinging bachelor pad, and they disappeared.
Rose cried so hard her mascara left permanent track marks in her face, and was so depressed that she didn't get her hair bleached for weeks (actually this was an improvement). Jackie was torn between relief at not having to deal with the Doctor's penniless, ID less, genocidal double and envy.