"It's a surfboard," Mickey says.
"A pan-dimensional surfboard, yeah."
"And it would've worked. I'd have surfed away from this dead-end dump and back to civilization."
"If not for you meddling kids and your dog?" I ask.
"Who's the dog?"
"Probably the only one with bitch written across her soul," Rose says, looking right at me.
Before any of the guys can yell at her I say, "Gee, Rosie, how'd you know? I'm glad you're finally accepting who you were always meant to be."
Jack and the Doctor look like they want to laugh, while Mickey says, "You really shouldn't egg her on like that, Maiden. She doesn't drop grudges. She still blames Jimmy Stone for her dropping out of school, even though it was her choice in the end." At this, she glares at him like he belongs in the deepest pits of hell. Then, Mickey turns back to Margaret.
"You'd blow up a whole planet just to get a lift?"
"Like stepping on an anthill."
"Ugh, did you have to say that? Now all I can think about is that horror story where the guy was really awful to ants, so they came and ate him alive him for what he did."
Everyone looks at me.
"Is that a Time Lord thing?" Mickey asks, looking a little disgusted.
"Believe it or not, I heard it while I was human."
"When were you human?" The Doctor asks, which makes everyone else realize exactly what I said and stare at me weird.
"Shush. Spoilers. You'll find out when you're older." At this, he looks put out, while Mickey finds it funny that the Doctor just got scolded like a child. To take away the embarrassment, the Doctor asks Margaret something.
"How'd you think of the name?"
"What, Blaidd Drwg? It's Welsh."
"I know, but how did you think of it?"
"I chose it at random, that's all. I don't know. It just sounded good. Does it matter?"
"Blaidd Drwg."
"What's it mean?" Rose asks. I just kind of pretend my hand is Godzilla in the model of the city.
"Bad Wolf." Yes! I'm not Godzilla! I'm the big, bad wolf of Wales!
"But I've heard that before. Bad Wolf. I've heard that lots of times." Rose says, as I imagine little people running from my hand.
"Everywhere we go. Two words following us. Bad Wolf." At this, I imagine my hand-wolf snarling at the tiny population as they run for cover.
"How can they be following us?" Rose just became one of my hand's screaming victims.
"Nah, just a coincidence. Like hearing a word on the radio then hearing it all day. Never mind. Maiden, can you stop feeding those images into my head?"
"I was…?" I ask, feeling a little silly.
"Yeah, you were. I didn't know pregnancy turns you into a 3-year-old. I'll have to keep that in mind."
At this I blush. "Yeah, well, shut up. It was entertaining." Everyone else looks really confused.
"Yeah, I'm sure. I was entertained seeing how lost you got into it that you didn't even realize you were showing me. It was weird, but interesting."
"Shut up!"
"Make me."
"Yeah, well, maybe I will," I say a little suggestively. At someone's cough, we jump apart like we'd been caught doing something wrong.
"Anyways, things to do. Margaret, we're going to take you home," The Doctor says.
"Hold on, isn't that the easy option, like letting her go?" Jack asks.
"I don't believe it! We actually get to go to Raxa. Wait a minute! Raxacor-" Rose struggles, which is really amusing.
"Raxacoricofallapatorius." The Doctor and I speak in synch again, which frustrates her to no end.
"Raxacorico—"
"fallapatorius." The Doctor finishes for her.
"Raxacoricofallapatorius. That's it! I did it!" She says, jumping on him and wrapping her arms around him like he's hers and he should be so proud she said one word. It wasn't even that difficult!
I can hear you, you know. You're really off your game at shielding your jealous thoughts. He smirks at me.
Shut up. I'm pregnant, with TWINS might I add, and I don't appreciate her continually throwing herself at you when you're mine. When you're pregnant with twins, then you can try and tell me how easily you shield YOUR thoughts. In reply, he just laughs at me. Margaret, however, breaks our mood.
"They have the death penalty. The family Slitheen was tried in its absence many years ago and found guilty with no chance of appeal. According to the statutes of government, the moment I return, I am to be executed. What do you make of that, Doctor? Take me home and you take me to my death."
"Not my problem." While he is right, acting like that does have me worried. That isn't the type of man he is. But then, I remind myself that he's fresh out of the Time War. He needs time to heal. Until then, he's going to be cold like this. I made extra effort to make sure he didn't hear those thoughts. Thank god, he didn't.