Lord Moffat owns doctor who, I'm only playing with these characters.

The incredible Jane Austen gave us pride and prejudice

Chapter 9: Happy tears

"Jack Harkness I was gone for ONE-"

"I know, I get it, this looks bad and I would be mad too but we had fun and we'll clean right doctor?" Jack cut in quickly.

"I hep" he repeatedly sweetly.

"You bet your TARDIS you will. And why for pities sake are you tied up?!"

"Ah, about that-"

"Wose hep peas? Owwie." The doctor whimpered holding up his hand-cuff clad wrist.

"Oh! Doctor- Jack where's the key? You give me the key THIS INSTANT-"

"Okay, okay! God he's fine-" She made short work of the lock and rubbed his wrists

"Jack tae ma sonic!" The doctor sniffed, throwing himself into her arms.

"Your- Jack!"

"What?!"

"You gave him-"

"No, no. I was trying to take it away so he wouldn't accidentally hurt himself, I only wanted to-"

"Hand cuff him so he'd keep quiet?!"

This wasn't his fault. He couldn't let him run off, there were too many ways for him to get hurt or get into trouble while Jack was trying to undo the knots on the rope. But somehow he had feeling Rose wasn't yelling at him. Something must have happened at the lab.

"Pay ni pirates. Peas pay ni. Jack tae ma sonic-"

"Rose, he tied me up when I took it. I put the cuffs on him so I could-"

"Doctor why did you have your sonic?" She asked gently, aiming a glare at Jack.

"Ma treat! I wose goo docta." He nuzzled into her neck and sighed wearily. "I got owwie Wose."

"I know sweetheart. Next time ask first though, okay?"

"Otay."

"Oh come on!" Jack cried, throwing his hands in the air. "He got his sonic to do up the ropes, locked me in the bathroom-"

"He's practically a baby Jack, what happened to remembering that? Hmmm?" Still glaring, she picked up the other half of the cuff and hooked it to a cabinet handle above Jack's head.

"Wait, Rose-"

"Apparently, I'm in charge of TWO toddlers. So guess what, you're on time out."

"Come on rosie, is this really-"

"And after you're done thinking about what you did you can clean up the kitchen."

Mumbling something along the lines of, "Really of all the immature, idiotic things to do..." She carried the doctor out.

"But... but Rose- ROSE! Rose he is FINE-"

Head resting on her shoulder, the doctor grinned smugly and waved with his "owwie" wrist.

Rule one: The doctor lies.

"Alright doctor, we gotta get you cleaned up."

He was already shivering from being wet, and now they were both sticky from the whip cream. "Otay, I do it." He shrugged out of his jacket, flung the tie away and started trying to yank his button down over his head.

"Wait, doctor-"

"Hep Wose hep! I stuck!"

"Okay, okay hang on-"

Trying not to giggle at the sight of the time tot running in a circle with his shirt stuck over his head, she stilled the doctor's movements and pulled it the rest of the way off.

"Tanks Wose."

"Uh-huh. Now wait a minute while I get the bath ready."

She turned away from him to run the water and mix in bubbles the TARDIS supplied. He had seemed reluctant before to take a bath and she was wondering how they would get past the awkwardness of un-dressing him-

"I weady Wose!"

Naked as a jaybird he gifted her with his "Aren't I a clever timelord" grin and wiggled.

"Okay well.. um... in you go then."

"Yo turn Wose!"

"No-"

"Tum on!"he insisted, pulling at her jeans.

"Whoa! Hey now I-"

"Wose icky too."

"Well yes but-"

"We... we 'ave get Wose keened up!" He managed slowly, mimicking her pose with hands on his tiny hips.

"Doctor..." Resolve already failing, she was done when he used his puppy eyes. "Peas Wose?" Sighing in defeat she shucked off her clothes, leaving "the bare essentials". She expected him to question this and he did not disappoint.

"What dat Wose?"

"Remember? We have different parts. So this.. this top helps cover it up under my shirt and stuff."

"Otay. Hep peas. "

She put him in the tub, then followed carefully. He was being oddly agreeable to all this and as such she was on high alert.

"So... wash?"

"Otay. " he grabbed a wash cloth and ran it over himself.

"Ah done!" Smiling, she shook her head and re-soaped it.

"Not so fast mister. Hold out your arms."

He did as told, giggling when she scrubbed his pits and the soles of his feet.

This done, she cleaned herself up and then grabbed the shampoo.

"Alright we clean up your hair and then all done. "

In response he paled and shook his head.

"No."

"Doctor your hair is in whip cream clumps."

"No, no!"

"Doctor-"

"NO!"

He began to cry, splashing fiercely in an attempt to get out of the tub.

"Doctor! Doctor stop. Hey, stop! Stop." She hugged him close, hanging on until his tears slowed to sniffles and hiccups. "Would I ever hurt you?" "He shook his head, rubbing his eyes with a pruny fist. "And why not? Huh? Tell me."

"I.. *hic* I wose *hic* docta *hic*."

"Exactly. My doctor. So let your Rose take care of you, alright?"

She settled him in her lap, humming and beginning to work the shampoo into his hair. Under her ministrations his eyes grew heavy, cuddling as she crooned how good he was, how much he meant to her, how everything would be alright. He was practically purring by the time she rinsed them off and got him toweled down.

"Seepy." He mumbled, still hanging on.

"I know, let's get you down for your nap yeah?"

"No nap."

"Yes nap."

She pulled a tuxedo t-shirt over his head, deciding they would properly dress him later. The sleeves were TARDIS blue and he was essentially wearing the tee-shirt version of his usual suit. Little converse socks helpfully provided by their beloved TARDIS had him ready for naptime. With a lazy smile he reached out and wrapped around her once more.

"Ma wose? "

"Yup."

She was loathe to be apart from the time tot, drained from the lab visit and very much missing her grown up doctor. He was nearly asleep anyhow, what harm could there be in keeping her with him? A peek in the kitchen showed Jack rubbing the circulation back into his now untied legs so she headed for the rec room.

Once inside she loaded up the eight track DVD player they used for marathons and then settled under an afghan with the time traveling toddler latched onto her side.

Sometime later the doctor woke up, warm and happy in Rose's arms. She was sound asleep, breathing steady and finally at ease. Even this small, he knew she was scared for him. And he didn't want to make things harder for her...

His attention was caught by the movie currently on screen. It was one of of Rose's very favorites and Mr. Bingley was just getting down on one knee for Jane. He watched with growing interest as Jane cried but said yes to his... his..

"Po-pro-prosal." He whispered to the screen.

The movie continued on to Rose's favorite part between Elizabeth and Darcy and that was when he got his idea.

As the credits rolled and the disc changer went on to the next film he slid out carefully from his spot lying on Rose and trotted back to his room. He headed through the back where a door was hidden and a few jumps on his tip-toes had him reaching the knob and heading inside.

Virtually no one knew about this place, not even his Rose. The TARDIS had an endless amount of rooms and all of his companions put together had seen maybe a third of them. This place though... it had all sorts of private things in it.

There were books from his personal collection. Reminders of Gallifrey he couldn't bear to see lying about. Weaponry even, though most of it was so dangerous he swore never to use it.

But those were the adult timelord's concerns, the time tot couldn't care less. If it wasn't shiny or for Rose he didn't want it. Dragging along his little stool, he stopped in front of one tall cabinet and soniced open the lock, (Rose had been so mad at Jack she hadn't thought to put away and he couldn't reach the lock-panel any way) Setting the screwdriver down carefully as he opened the doors.

There were a multitude of pieces, but he knew what he wanted to get Rose. Her wanted her to cry happy tears like Jane- ooooh that one was nice. But then, so was this one... no. It had to be the bestest. After searching for awhile, he settled on one and climbed back down, taking the little box with him.

Once everything was locked up again, he set out on a search for Jack. Pleased at finding him quickly, the doctor strolled in and pulled the shower curtain open.

"Jack hep me peas?"

Jack let out a rather un-manly yelp and yanked the curtain shut.

"Doctor I'm in the shower!"

"I knee hep!"

"It's gonna have to wait."

"Why?"

"Doctor... look. I'm not dressed."

"It otay. You keen up. Wose keen too wit me."

He opened the curtain and looked him over matter of factly.

"We gots parts."

"Par-"

"Uh-huh. See?"

He pointed at Jack's crotch and then began to pull at his own little boxers.

"Whoa! Whoa, hey there I believe you buddy. Um.. close the curtain and I'll help okay?"

Pleased, he pushed it back into place and hopped up on the toilet.

"I gotta pise fa Wose."

"Okay. What is it? "

"It a pise!"

"So what do you need my help for?"

"Da words."

"Words?"

"Uh-huh. Den she get da pise, see?"

He wanted to yell to close the curtain again but he was too busy trying to process the "pise".

"It's... doctor. That's a ring."

"PISE!" He chuckled.

I am LOVING all the reviews! You guys get sweeter and more encouraging every time! As always, if there is a fic you'd like to see played out or a scene that should happen in this one or if you give a timelord a toddler, lemme know. You just might see it in writing! Also, the movie scenes mentioned here come from 2005's Pride and Prejudice starring Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen. If you haven't seen it, do so! And just one more thing I swear, is anyone a fan of the rogue/wolverine pairing? I was toying with the idea of coming up with a fic for them, would appreciate any fans out there who secretly adore them and hate on Jean Grey!