One-shot. Wanted to do a short fic based on Jackie's feelings after losing Pete, and then Rose. Reviews are lovely :).
Ten.
Well, she supposed it wasn't always his fault.
Nine.
Dodgy business schemes. Always bringing cheap knick-knacks home that had no relevance, no importance. They were pretty pointless really; good for clutter and not much else. Useless bits of tat. Gathering dust as he found a new toy to play with. But she continued to put up with it, just as she always had done.
Eight.
It was just the way he was. And she loved him. She married him, for God's sakes. Had his child, a daughter. Rose. They named her after his mother.
Seven.
And then he went and died.
Six.
He left her.
Five.
Just the two of them, mother and daughter, on their own.
Four.
Until she left too. In a big blue box with a man no-one knew. Claiming she'd be alright. "Ten seconds". Ten seconds and she'd be back. Safe and sound.
Three.
Two.
One.