Happy New Year! Sorry this chapter has taken a while, I want to make sure I'm a chapter ahead each time I post a chapter so I've had this chapter written for a while, I just wanted to make sure that the next chapter was done first.

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On with the chapter!

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Chapter 7: Ruby

I cupped the warm mug, decorated with stars and the gorgeous constellations that can be seen from Earth in the TARDIS kitchen. Music played softly as I sipped my tea, thinking idly.

"Can I come in?"

I turned around to see Jack at the door. Most of the smart outfit had been lost and he was in a shirt and trousers, barefoot.

"Sure." I shrugged, getting up. "Do you want tea?"

"You don't have coffee?" He asked, sitting down opposite my mug and I grimaced.

"You don't like tea?" I questioned, disbelieving.

"Never had it." Jack stated simply and my mouth dropped open.

"You've never had tea? Ever?" I demanded and he shook his head.

"Nope!" I immediately set on making him tea, determined. "What are you doing?" Jack asked warily, as I raced around the TARDIS kitchen, trying to find a teapot rather than using the kettle.

"Making you tea." I said shortly, leaving no room for argument. It was silent for a few minutes, the only noise the sound of the teapot on the stove and my chosen music playing in the background.

'And it's all in my head, But she's touching his chest, Now, he takes off her dress,'

"What music is this?" He questioned and I sighed, turning around to stare at him.

"Do you not know anything about my era of Earth?" I asked him and he shrugged.

"I only learnt what I needed to for conning people." Jack admitted and I rolled my eyes.

"This is a playlist that I created, of all my favourite music from Earth of the past year and a few songs before that. Of course, with this being a time machine, I've been able to see all the songs of this year and choose my favourites. This one is Mr Brightside by the Killers. Great band, great song." I told Jack, finishing off the tea and handing it to him.

"I've put two sugars in there and some milk but it's up to you how you do it. Some people like lots of milk and some people like no sugar and vice versa. But I've done yours how I usually do mine." I explained and he nodded as I sat back down, picking up my tea and taking a drink. I gagged at the taste, spitting it back into the cup.

"Eugh! Just don't drink it cold." I warned, tipping the rest of the tea down the drain. Jack laughed, rolling his eyes at me.

"I'll remember that." He said, taking a gulp. "It's good. Little bit too sweet but other than that, perfect." Jack stated and I grinned.

"Tea is one of the best drinks there is. It's also 100% British." I said, before looking down at my outfit.

"I need a new style. Gosh, I don't know what Elizabeth Abbey was thinking." I mused out loud, looking down at my clothes in shame.

"Who's Elizabeth Abbey?" Jack asked, holding the mug and I sighed, looking over at him.

"It's a rather long story." I said absentmindedly but he only raised an eyebrow at me.

"And that's a very overused excuse." He commented and I rolled my eyes.

"Alright, fine. I'm a Time Lady, my brother, the Doctor, is a Time Lord. We look human but we have differences. We have these devices called Chameleon Arches. There's one in the TARDIS somewhere and it rewrites our biology so that we become human. The Time Lord consciousness is stored in a fob watch and the human goes about their daily life, never knowing about their true heritage. That's what Elizabeth Abbey was. The human version of me. Then, she opened the fob watch and voila! Time Lady consciousness gets painfully shoved back inside the body and Elizabeth Abbey gets extinguished." I sighed, thinking of the human. "It's not nice or pretty but it's a useful method of survival. I'm not proud of it."

Jack was silent for a few minutes. "Okay but what's this got to do with your clothes?" He questioned curiously and I smiled.

"I have all of Elizabeth's memories and I still haven't changed from her style back to my own style." I paused, thinking. "Speaking of which, I don't have a style. This is my first time as a Time Lady in this body on Earth. I need to go to the wardrobe! A second opinion would be nice if you want to help me choose an outfit?" I suggested and Jack grinned, downing the last of his tea.

"Ruby, it would be my pleasure."


"Wow! This, is your wardrobe?" Jack questioned, looking around in awe as I immediately started rifling through the clothes.

"TARDIS wardrobe. Every culture, every era, every species." I emphasised, picking out a low cut top before shaking my head and putting it back.

"That was a nice top! Why'd you put it back?" Jack complained and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, a nice top for a slapper! One thing, despite all my faults, that I am most definitely not!" I pointed out with a glare and he shrugged.

"I thought it was nice." He muttered.

"You would…" I murmured back, as he sat down in a chair.

"If we're going to be here a while, which I can imagine we are, I might as well get comfortable." Jack shrugged.

The first outfit was a cute white, slightly puffy blouse with beige skinny trousers and black boots. The blazer was also black and had tints of silver that shimmered and shone when I walked. I frowned in the mirror, twisting and turning this way and that.

"I don't think I like it." I commented in distaste. "The silver in the blazer looks tacky and the trousers are just very… ick. The blouse isn't too bad but I just… No. I'm changing." I decided, throwing off the black blazer and moving into the "changing room" again.

The second was red leather bootcut jeans with a black leather trench coat and a light grey long sleeved top with a blue waist coat type vest over the top of it and black flats.

"I don't like it." Jack immediately remarked as I exited the changing room. I observed myself in the mirror.

"I don't either. I'm not trying flats again, that's for certain. They don't even stay on my feet." I cursed, throwing them off in a huff. "I don't know what I was thinking when I tried these bothersome things on." I complained, messing with the leather jeans. "Most irritating and abominable material I've ever felt. God, could you imagine? Trying to run in these, I'd sweat like a sinner in Church!" I exclaimed in shock, before looking at the top. I saw Jack grin crudely and I rolled my eyes. "Grow up!" I scolded. "I suppose the top isn't too bad but I'm not sure if it's really my cup of tea."

"You missed off the trench coat." Jack noticed and I bit my lip.

"It's nice… but it doesn't really work for me. Like, it's practically the same version a vampire in this American TV show I used to watch had but I don't know if I like it on me." I deliberated for a second before shaking my head. "It doesn't really go with this outfit but I'll see. It might work later on." Unlike everything else that I had discarded, the trench coat got hung up on a hanger and left where I would easily be able to get to it.

"What about this?" I heard Jack suggest as I embedded myself in an array of clothes. I made my way over to him and frowned as I saw what he was suggesting.

A mini skirt that looked much more like a belt than a skirt with a top that would cover my breasts and arms, nothing else, along with 6-inch platform heels and a thin jacket.

"Did you not hear my comment about running? How am I supposed to run in those?" I questioned, gesturing wildly to the heels. "And don't even get me started on the top and skirt. Is that seriously a skirt? It looks more like a belt!" I cried out, exasperated but as Jack started laughing at my reaction, I couldn't help but join in, rolling my eyes.

"I'm going to find a good outfit. If you call me back for anything that isn't proper clothing, then TARDIS will throw you out into deep space, won't you girl?" I threatened and got a gentle hum in response to my question. I grinned as Jack's eyes widened.

The third outfit, when I first looked at it, was better than the first two at least but it still wasn't perfect. A normal black t-shirt decorated with a TARDIS blue orchid in the middle and black jeans, blue-purple blazer and black converse. I found out when I had it on, that actually, it was much worse than the first two.

"That's a lot of black." Jack observed, letting out a low whistle and I bit my lip in the mirror.

"It doesn't work with my complexion in this body. I'm pale and blond, this much black is not going down well. I look like some strange goth, I really don't like this one. And blazers, euch! If there's one thing that doesn't work for me, it's blazers! I don't know why I keep picking them up!" I exclaimed in disgust, throwing off the blazer and scouring through the clothes.

"This is quite pretty." Jack recommended; a white round neck halter dress and I looked back down at what I'd just found – a pair of black leather-look leggings. I inspected the dress, before nodding, picking up the leggings and the dress. On my way into the changing room, I spotted a marble denim jacket and knee-high white boots. I picked up both.

"I really don't know with this one. It's nice, it's the only outfit I can't really find a flaw with but I just don't feel right. This one isn't working either." I sighed, collapsing down onto the ground and pulling the boots off.

"Maybe you're looking too hard." Jack advised. "Why don't we get all of the clothes that you've tried on together and then figure out what would go best with what and maybe then you might find your preferred outfit."

"That's a good idea." I looked at him in surprise. "Since when did you become an expert in fashion?" He shrugged.

"I have my moments." He grinned coyly at me and I rolled my eyes.

"Right, come on then. We've got work to do." I beamed.


"Well, we can throw out blazers, because they suck. I don't like the red leather ones because I can't run in them. Converse… possibly. They can stay for now. The beige trousers can go. The tops were all great, they can stay and the dress was very pretty but… No, the dress needs to go as well. It's cute but I need something more substantial for these adventures. And if the dress is going, so do the leggings. Flats can go, I can't run in them. The leather boots are nice but a little bit too showy for me, if you know where I'm coming from." I paused. "Actually, Elizabeth had some nice black biker boots, I think I'm going to keep those. So the converse can go too after all."

"Most of the stuff here is still black. We need some colour." Jack realised and I bit my lip.

"You're right. TARDIS, I need a section that has all clothes that are not black!" I called – the room shook for a second and I grinned, as many of the clothes disappeared. "Thank you!" I grinned, skipping over to where much of the clothes that had colour now resided.

I chose three new tops and two pairs of bottoms and took much more time than was probably necessary to choose them, before prancing hopelessly back to where we'd laid out all my discarded outfits.

It took us another hour to finally decide on an outfit and as I stood in front of the mirror, I decided that this was the one I liked the best.

The top I'd chosen was another blouse, this one sleeveless and a lace trim collar in a pretty blue colour that went well with my pale complexion. The bottoms were a deep red, almost maroon skinny jean that went great with my black biker boots. The trench coat that I had at first discarded was back and fit the outfit perfectly, as well as hugging my slim figure when tied.

To finish off, my make-up was rust-coloured eyeshadow to bring out my TARDIS blue eyes and a pale lip gloss, with my fringe falling just down by the side of my left eye and the rest of my hair tied back into a high ponytail, to keep my long blonde hair out of the way when running.

I twirled in front of the mirror, grinning to myself, especially as the bottom of the coat flew out behind me.

"Ruby, I have to ask. Why did you and the Doctor suddenly agree to let me come along?" Jack questioned and I looked over at him curiously.

"Why do you want to know?" I asked, sitting down.

"Why wouldn't I? Neither of you trusted me, but you still saved me."

I frowned. "Why wouldn't we? You're not the best man I've ever met Jack Harkness but that doesn't mean we'd just let you die."

"Okay, granted but why even let me stay? I know that you could've just picked me up from my ship and then dumped me somewhere else." Jack countered but my frown only grew.

"Do you want to leave?" I questioned.

"No." Jack answered, shaking his head.

"Then I'm confused. Does it matter?"

"It does to me! I want to know why I'm here, why you haven't just thrown me out after all I did." Jack stressed and I sighed, deliberating for a second.

"Okay, I probably shouldn't tell you this and if the Doctor ever knows I told you this, he'll kill us both so don't mention it ever." I warned and Jack nodded. "When the Doctor picks up ordinary people, like Rose, he makes them better people. They come into this ship, with their ordinary lives and habits and beliefs and by the time they leave, their lives and themselves have been changed, most of the time for the better. You'd already shown that you weren't a hopeless cause twice – once when you realised what your supposedly "harmless piece of space junk" had done and the second time when you decided to get rid of the bomb, despite knowing that it would have killed you." I punched his arm, hard.

"Ow! What was that for?!" He exclaimed, his hand immediately going to where I'd punched him.

"You ignored my question when I asked if you'd be able to get rid of it safely." I reprimanded and he rolled his eyes, grinning at me.

"So, can I not tell the Doctor?" Jack checked and I nodded. "Can I ask why?" Jack questioned curiously and I shrugged.

"He doesn't like domestics. I'm sure that in his eyes, that would be viewed as domestic. Now I need to go and get a few hours sleep before he drags us on another adventure." I told Jack as he helped me up.

"Okay but tomorrow, I want to know about that ring on your finger." Jack told me and I looked down, glancing quickly at the tanzanite diamante in the heart of the ring.

"Maybe." I allowed, before making my way out of the wardrobe. "The TARDIS will show you to your room. Goodnight Jack." I smiled at him, before walking away, not turning around when he said 'goodnight' back.