A/N: I know I've not updated, but I've lost my muse... I only have one more chapter written... any ideas on what should happen?

9.

Jenny, Rose and the Doctor all watched the play, and when there was a break, he lead the two women outside.

"Well, that was interesting." he grinned.

"How d'you mean?" Rose asked.

"Well… Trouble of course." he grinned.

"Yeah, well you can look for it AFTER the second half of this damned play." Rose laughed.

"Oh.." he pouted.

Jenny giggled. "I'm going back in, it's gonna start soon." she said after a few minutes had passed.

"Me too." Rose nodded. "An' like it or not, so are you." she pulled him inside with Jenny anf they retook their seats.

"What kind of trouble do you think's going on anyway?" Jenny asked.

Rose looked up at him at Jenny's question.

"I don't know. That's why we're going to have a look." he grinned.

"Sh!" someone behind them said.

"Shush yourself." Rose snapped, turning around to see a woman giving her a dirty look, which didn't flatter her already pug-like features. It made the woman look like she was smelling a permanently bad smell. "Who the hell do you think you are?" Rose added

"Will you be quiet you loud, vulgar child!" the woman told her.

"The hell I will." Rose growled, ignoring the gentle touch from the Doctor. She didn't know this woman's problem. Jenny had only quietly asked a question, and the play hadn't even restarted yet.

A gentleman who had heard the row, made his way through the seats to the two women. "Is everything alright, Miss?" he asked Rose.

"I'm surprised that young man lets his servant girl talk to people with such rude manners!" said the woman.

The Doctor took a small ring on a chain from his pocket and handed it to Rose, who had just shouted "Oi! I ain't his bloody maid! Do I look like a servant girl to you?!"

"Go with my lead. Just shut up and let me do the talking." he muttered in her ear.

Rose nodded slightly and pressed her lips tightly together to keep herself from saying anymore.

The Doctor took his turn to turn around. "Rose is right. She's not a servant girl. She's a long and respected friend of the family, and… she's not long accepted to marry me." he told the woman.

Rose ducked her head, slipping the chain around her neck and her hair hiding the slight blush she tried to keep away from her cheeks, only wishing it were true.

"You see. Jenny here, my daughter, her mother died when she was just a child, and Rose has watched her grow up, stayed through thick and thin with us, and we've got closer over those times. She can say whatever she likes, not you or anyone else is going to stop her." he continued.

This seemed to shut the woman up and Rose put the final nail in the coffin by showing her the ring and saying "We ain't got round to telling my parents yet."

Now the woman looked like she'd just tasted and swallowed something sour and decided to ignore this ignorant child.

"Is everything alright now, Miss Rose?" the man asked.

Rose turned, only just acknowledging him there. "Oh, yeah thank you."

"Good. And may I congratulate you on your engagement." he told her and left.

The Doctor grinned at Rose, who smiled back.

Jenny leaned forward to look at her dad. "You're strange, and a liar." she quietly mouther and sat back.

He grinned over at her and gave her a small wink.

At the end of the second half of the play, the man behind it himself came on to the stage to read a bit from his latest play, a ritual the the Doctor noticed was carried on from Martha. And that was when he noticed the Doctor there. "Doctor!" he called, grinning.

Shakespeare began reading the extract. When he had finished everyone clapped him and he called the Doctor up, who brought Jenny and Rose with him.

"What happened to the other young lady?" he asked the Doctor.

"Oh, she went home." the Doctor told him, smiling.

"Oh right. Shame that. And who are these two lovely ladies?"

"Jenny." Jenny said, smiling, holding out her hand, which to her surprise he kissed.

Rose held out her own hand, said her name and he kissed that hand also.

"Both such beautiful names for lovely, charming ladies." he said. "How did you come to be in such good company with these two, Doctor?"

"Well… Jenny is my daughter and Rose is a very good friend of mine." The Doctor smiled.

"Well may I say they are looking as stunning as the stars shining in the night sky above us." he said, causing Jenny to blush. "You blush as red as the rose, whom your lovely friend is named after, my dear. Am I right in saying you're much too modest?"

"No-one's really said things like that to me before." Jenny admitted.

"No charming man to sweep you off your feet? Surely you should be told, and often, and not by your father."

Jenny shrugged. "The life I lead doesn't let me have time for that."

"There's always time for love, my dear."

During this time Rose had shuffled back to the Docotr and he was now holding her to him.

Jenny smiled a little.

"So, any trouble while I've been gone?" the Doctor asked.

"My plays seem to be coming to life. Written on the page, said aloud by my actors and the next minute, it's been acted out in every day life by normal people, right down to the bittersweet ending."

"Hm… interesting." the Doctor nodded. "Well we'd better get going. Don't want to be missing out on all the action, eh, Rose?"

"Course not." Rose laughed.

Shakespeare lead the three of them to an inn. "I'd kindly like to rent out rooms for my three good friends here." he said to the barmaid.

The barmaid looked at him and smiled. "'Course. 'Ow many rooms will ya be needin'?" she said in a strong cockney London accent, stronger than Rose's own.

The Doctor looked at Rose and Jenny. "Two?" he suggested.

They both nodded.

The barmaid handed them the keys. "Room numbers are 163 & 164." she smiled "'Ave a good night, darlin'."

The Doctor nodded, smiling back. "You too." he said and lead the way up the creaky stairs for the night. He shared with Rose and Jenny had her own room.