I felt that other chapter was just too long. This seemed a natural break. :)
I'll try to update later today. :) Thank you for the reviews. The ARIONS ARE COMING!
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Chapter 43 - Da Da
Jane sat on a bench in the busy police station. She couldn't believe she was there. How was she going to get home? Who should she even call? John and Lewis were both out of town. She didn't even know their numbers. She didn't even know Lance's last name! How could she have let herself get caught up in such a whirl-wind romance?
"Stupid. Stupid woman." She thought to herself as she looked at her hands that she nervously rubbed together.
Someone sat next to her and laid their arm on the back of the bench.
"Are you alright?"
She looked next to her and saw Legate. Overcome with relief, she embraced him. He laughed and held her.
"I didn't know how to ring you." She told him.
He smiled at her. "Oh, don't worry about that. Lance notified us. I brought some help."
Just as he said that, another man who Jane had only seen on a million posters and ads, knelt in front of her and smiled warmly. He offered his hand to her. "Hello, Jane. I'm Pete. I'm sorry we're meeting like this."
Her mouth gapped open. She hadn't thought that the famous Peter Tyler would come to help Lance out of such a situation. She offered him her hand and was unable to speak over the shock of him being there.
He chuckled. "Out of all of these guys, I didn't expect I would ever have to come bail Lance out of jail."
She suddenly found her voice, "Mr. Tyler. It wasn't his fault! There was this guy-"
Pete nodded and chuckled, "Oh, I know. And you kicked him? Are they pressing charges against you?"
She groaned and rolled her eyes. "They've mentioned it."
He nodded proudly. "We'll be out of here in a bit. Don't worry about anything. Legate. You're with her."
"Yes, sir." Legate said.
Pete stood up and buttoned his jacket to the suit he wore. He turned around and nodded to Bassanio and Aemilius. They walked over to a policeman, who immediately took them through a door. No doubt to where they keeping Lance.
Jane sighed. She looked back at Legate, who was holding a tissue for her. "Need this?"
She took it and groaned. "This has been a hell of a day."
He nodded, "It's a problem with Lance. He seems to get arrested wherever he…..goes. I've never told Pete about it. He's skilled at being at the wrong place, at the wrong time."
"I swear, this was not his fault." She said as she wiped her eyes.
Lance sat next to her with his arm on the back of the bench. "It never is. He… he is a magnet for trouble. He probably hasn't told you about Epsilon Olympia 5, Pertinax or even…."
She looked at him, completely confused. "What?"
Legate bit his lip. "Right. Well, nevermind. I'll let him tell you about that. Similar to this."
She sighed, "I can't believe this. I don't even know how I'll get back-"
"Do you need to return? I'll take you back….wait….Lance says he will. Just give him a moment."
She dropped her hands and looked back at Legate. "What do you mean that Lance says he will? Did he call you?"
Legate didn't know how to answer. "Ummm…."
"Well, I didn't think about that. They do give them one phone call. I suppose that's how you knew he was here."
Legate nodded his head. "Yes."
"Gosh. This just….I can't even believe this."
"Don't worry about Lance. I've known him a long time. He's fine."
"He's probably locked in a jail cell with that ass from the restaurant."
Legate shook his head. "No. He's in a little room. He says there is a table and a police officer who has asked him a million questions. He's eating….donuts."
"Donuts?"
Legate shrugged his shoulders. "He's fine. I'm telling you. Lance is a good guy, but…this is just a problem with him."
"Getting arrested?"
"Yes. It's a problem with a lot of us. Surprisingly." He turned to her and quickly added, "But, he's trained to withstand torture. So, don't worry-"
"The actual hell?! They aren't torturing him!" Jane said a bit too loudly.
The entire police station got quiet and looked back at her. Legate looked around. "We're practicing for a play. Might as well. You know….to pass the time."
The police station went back to the loud, busy sounds of everyone doing a million different things at once.
Jane sighed and laid her head on Legate's shoulder. He kissed her head and held her. "Jane. It's alright."
Meanwhile, the police chief walked with Pete Tyler and the two Quauthin down the hallways. "It was a simple fight. The restaurant owner hasn't decided whether he wants to press charges or not."
Pete nodded his head. "Well, that would be difficult to do. This man, and the lady he was with, are both protected by the President of Great Britain. They have immunity, as a matter of national security. I'm sure you understand."
Pete reached in his jacket and pulled out a bit of paper. He handed it to the chief, who looked it over and nodded. "Well, that settles that. He's free to leave then. He's just in here."
The chief opened the door to a small integration room. Lance sat at a table. He stood up when Pete walked in the room. Pete walked over and shook his hand. "Hey, Lance."
Lance smiled, "Hey, Pete. Thanks for coming."
Pete looked around and asked the chief. "We need the room for a bit."
The chief nodded and left them in the room together.
Bassanio looked around and unplugged the back of a camera that sat in the corner of the room, filming everything. He looked at his wrist and nodded. "You're all clear."
Pete smiled and laughed under his breath. "I always thought I would have to get John out of jail first, out of you lot. I never would have guessed it would be you."
Lance chuckled and ran his hand through his hair. "It's a problem I have. I am grateful you are here."
Pete looked at the paperwork they had put on the table for Lance to fill out. He hadn't written anything down on it. Pete nodded and crumbled it up. "Legate is with Jane. She's just outside."
Lance groaned. "Damn. I can't believe this happened. I've been staying close to my primaries to prevent something like this."
Pete smiled, "I think she's a keeper. If you can….get over this secret you have."
"That's a big problem at the moment."
Pete nodded his head. "There's always a problem. But, I hear she sent the guy that attacked you to the hospital."
Lance looked surprised. "She did?"
"Severe testicular trauma. Stand away from her when you finally tell her, mate. Or, find a cup."
Lance rubbed his face and laughed. "Wow."
Pete laughed, "Let's go. Let's not keep her waiting."
Lance nodded and walked out of the room with Bassanio. Pete tossed the papers in the trash. They walked back down the hall and opened the door to the room with all of the activity. He saw Legate sitting next to Jane, whisper that she needed to look up. She rose her head and a smile spread across her face. He walked over to her and embraced her.
Legate pat him on the shoulder. "Pete has a car waiting. Come on."
Lance held onto Jane's hand and the group walked out of the police station. There were three black cars waiting to receive them. Jane couldn't believe it. In the middle of the motor pool, was a stretch limo. Bassanio held open the door for them and they all climbed inside.
As they departed the station, Pete poured himself a drink. "Lance? Bassanio? Jane? Legate?"
They all accepted the drink that Pete made.
Jane suddenly remembered, "Legate? If you are here, who's watching Arles?"
He smiled, "He's with his Grand."
Pete chuckled, "Getting spoiled. Ridiculously. Jackie loves those children. She's asked for me to have us all pop back to her."
Lance held Jane's hand, "Umm…I need to get Jane back to her-"
"I'm not arguing with Jack's. Neither are you." Pete insisted.
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The Doctor walked back into his suite. He could feel that Samuel was asleep, warm and cozy. He saw the back of Rose's head as she sat on the sofa. He smiled as he felt her happiness at his return.
'He's been sleeping since you left.' Rose told him in his head.
He walked over and gently sat down next to her. She held Samuel, curled up in his favorite blue blanket, sound asleep in her arms. The Doctor looked back and took a pillow from the edge of the sofa. He propped it under her arm to help support Sam's weight.
"Better?" He whispered.
She nodded, "Shhh….I want to see if he'll do it again."
He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her cheek. 'Ashena asked where you were.'
She spoke in his head. 'I just felt like I needed to be here. You didn't need me for that meeting.'
He tucked her hair behind her ear. 'I can feel that. Why are you so worried?'
She shook her head. 'It's stupid, really.'
He held his lips to her head, 'Your feelings are never stupid.'
'Are you certain, that he is alright? He just seems to be doing everything so fast. Talking? Crawling? Trying to walk? Isn't this early for this?'
'Well, how old was Tony?'
She sighed, 'I don't know.'
Sensing she was rather upset about it, he took his screwdriver out of his pocket and scanned Samuel. He flipped it around and looked at it. 'He's fine. Rose, he's fine.'
She kissed Samuel's head again. 'I don't know why I feel like this.'
'We worried the entire time you were pregnant, that he wouldn't be alright. For you to be able to sit here and hold him, and he's fine….baby, we never dreamed this would happen. But, really. He's alright.'
She looked back in his eyes.
He smiled warmly at her. 'It is normal to worry. You are an amazing Mum. That's the reason you worry so much.'
She smiled at him and whispered, "Listen to this."
She brought her lips to Samuel's head and whispered. "Who loves you, little boy?"
Samuel smiled in his sleep and laughed.
The Doctor smiled at his son.
Rose kissed the baby and giggled. "Tell me, who loves you?"
Samuel yawned, "Da."
Rose looked back at the Doctor's surprised face.
She whispered to Sam, "Who?"
Samuel continued to sleep. "Da. Da. Da. Da."
The Doctor laughed, "Well, he can say my name!"
Rose laughed, "He only says it in his sleep. He's been doing it for days. I haven't told you because I thought he would surely say it when he's awake."
He smiled proudly at his son. "Your Da Da does love you. So much."
Rose smiled at him, "Seems fitting that he only says it in his sleep."
The Doctor looked back at her, "Why's that?"
"Because you talk so much in your sleep."
He shook his head, "No, I don't."
Rose laughed, "Oh, yes you do."
"When do I do that?"
"Nearly every night. I look forward to your crazy conversations. It's rarely in English."
He propped his head on his fist and looked at her. "Oh, I don't do that-"
She laughed, "Oh, you do that. Last night, you asked if I wanted chips."
He smiled at her. "I was dreaming about us. We were sitting on the ship at home, eating chips."
She giggled at him. "You don't do it all of the time. Just…."
He smiled in disbelief. "I don't believe I even do it at all."
"Oh, baby. You do. And wow."
He laughed, "What else have I said?"
She smiled, "Oh, gosh. You've always done it, but it's only been recently that it's almost become a nightly thing. You usually are talking to Genie, or me, or someone."
He nodded, "Susan. I'm speaking to Susan."
"Or, someone-"
He shook his head. "No. It's Susan. She has been on my mind more lately. I dream about her a lot."
Rose looked back at him. "I never understand what you are saying to her."
"Why?"
"Because you are speaking Gallifreyan or something-"
"But, I spoke to you before we left in Gallifreyan , and you understood me."
She shook her head and laughed in disbelief. "I did. And I have no idea how that even happened."
He looked confused at her. "Really? So….if I was to say…." He spoke several sentences in Gallifreyan to her.
She shook her head. "I'm sorry. I have no idea what you said."
"Okay, that's strange. Really?"
"Really. I have a theory."
He nodded at her. "Alright, Doctor Rose Tyler…..ummm…Smith. What's your theory?"
She rolled her eyes at him, "Nothing so grand. I think it's something to do with us being joined. I can feel you so much…deeper…when we are….well…making love."
He rose his eyebrows. "Oh!"
"So, maybe it's something I can do in…that moment?"
He nodded and smiled. "Something new to try."
She laughed back at him. "I knew that's what you would say."
"When do you want to test this theory?"
"And I knew that is what you would say next."
He laughed with her.
Friday spoke, "Rose. There is a call from Jackie Tyler for you."
"Put on the screen in here, please."
Jackie Tyler appeared on the screen. "Well, there you lot are."
The Doctor had to be cheeky. "Were we missing?"
"That Lance isn't. Pete just went to Miami to get him out of jail."
The Doctor laughed. Rose looked shocked. "What? Lance?" She looked back at the Doctor. "Did you know about this?"
He stood up and took Samuel from her. "Yes. But, he's asked me not to tell his brothers."
Jackie put her hands on her hips and huffed. "Well, I'm shocked by the entire thing. Who is this woman he's with?"
The Doctor walked around the room, holding Samuel in his arms. "Her name is Jane. Jane Vasquez. She's alright."
Rose shook her head. "She's the photographer I hired-"
"Oh! That's where I've heard that name before. Brilliant!"
Rose shook her head, "Why is that brilliant, mum?"
"Never you mind. Anyway. I needed to talk to you just real quick."
The Doctor walked with Samuel in his arms, over to the kitchen. Rose didn't notice what he was doing. He seemed to be humming at Samuel as he slept.
Jackie continued. "When are you lot coming back? We have that….thing-"
Rose nodded, "Yes. Howie's thing. We'll be there."
The Doctor walked over to Rose and handed her a cup of tea. She smiled at looked up at him, "Oh, thank you."
He looked at her with his eyebrow raised. "This isn't a tux thing, is it?"
Rose laughed, "No. No tux."
He nodded and walked back into the kitchen, carrying Samuel. Rose smiled at him and looked back at Jackie's image. "Mum. We'll be there."
"You wouldn't believe that Pete Tyler. Do you know what he has done now?"
Rose sipped her tea. "I'm rather more interested in what Lance has done."
Jackie threw up her hand, "Oh, I have no idea."
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