Disclaimer: Did not own, did not make, am not making money off of Doctor Who or related ideas. They all belong to BBC. However, Delta and Jake (the Twins) are mine and whoever else helps with their development. Which stands thus far as: Cathica, AnAncientSpirit, fizzwizz15, rosetylerrox, Angelicninja, AmyAmidala and The-Phantom-Of-The-TARDIS

JACKIE

I am in the process of making me some dinner when I hear the familiar sound of Rose's laughter. She's home! My baby's home! With a joyful smile I hastily put my meal down. I rush to the door and yank it open. To be greeted by a very fat Rose with a baby - a cute, adorable baby.

"Ooooo." I scoop my grandchild away from Rose and step out of the way. "Your so cute!" I tell the baby, his or her blue eyes gazing at me in wonder. I believe its a boy, but I think Rose would thump me for checking.

"Hope you got enough love for two." The Doctor brakes in, following Rose with another baby and big grin. Normally I wouldn't do this, but...I grin back at him like a damn fool.

"Wish I had four arms." I reply, somewhere in my mind hoping he wouldn't give me two more arms.

"Hiya Jackie." Jack greets, making a beeline for the couch and flopping himself over it. Reminds me of Mickey when he comes over to talk. Then he asks, "Somethin's burning?"

Funny. That's usually Mickey's first words after 'Hiya Jackie'.

"Oh - someone take the baby!" He or she is snatched up by Rose. I hurry back to the stove, calling, "What are their names, then? Boys, girls?" I hope two girls.

"Both." Rose says happily, sitting down at the table and cuddling her son/daughter. Just as perfect.

"Well?" I demand almost perkily. I want to know their names!

"This is Theta Micheal Jake Peter." Rose declares happily. Peter. Named for her father, Pete. A man she had never met. That's my Rose, loving everyone and everything.

Emphasis on thing.

"And the other one?" I press while mixing in vegetables with my soup. The aroma made my stomach rumble. Quiet down, you. We have company!

"Delta Chione Rose Jacklyn." Rose reels off proudly.

Chione? What kind of name was that? Its very pretty, but I've never heard it before. And why such long names? I'd hate to bellow those when they get in trouble. I turn to my daughter and son-in-law.

"Soup? Pot pie? Scone?" I ask innocently while trying to think of a way to approuch shortening my grandchildren's names.

"Non burnt food?" Jack adds as he comes into the kitchen, leaning on the door frame. How rude! I offer him food and he jibes at me. So what if he's right? I'll shove a burnt veggie down his throat. And I think I need to upgrade to a bigger place. I never realised how small me kitchen was until now. And then when those two angels are older...ooo. Its going to get crowded.

"No thanks, Jackie." The Doctor - what's his name? Theta? Thata? - sits beside Rose. The baby looks so helpless and small with him...I fight an urge to yank the baby out of his arms. I don't know why I don't trust him; he proved over and over he is safe.

"Some soup, Mum, please and thank you." Rose replies to my question along with a nod. I turn back to the soup, taking down two bowls. I realise Jack hadn't said anything.

"Jack?" I ask, glancing back.

"I guess I'll have some pie." He decides. I guess I can't shove that burnt veggie down his throat. Oh well...I'll settle with shoving burnt pie down his throat. Better grab a plate, then.

After we have all eaten, we troop to the living room, where Rose feeds Jake. I cuddle Delta, and start asking questions. Where have you been? Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? Who delivered them? The Doctor! Oh, well, yes, I suppose he is a doctor...

The Doctor is causally looking out the window. He frowns, his eyebrows knit together, and he turns to Rose with a big smile. "I'm going to take a walk -"

"You mean, you see something suspicious and you want to check it out." Rose asks innocently. I smile to myself. Thinks he can outsmart my Rose, no, I don't think so. She's just too smart.

The Doctor has a guilty face, so Rose has to be right. Not that I thought she wouldn't be. Rose grins.

"Oh, go on then. But take Jack with you!"

The Doctor rolls his eyes. As a goodbye, the Doctor kisses Rose. I have to repeat in my mind, 'They are married, they are married...' or I swear, I will smack that man. Thing. A few seconds later the two men were gone, leaving me to catch up with Rose.

"So..." Rose shifts Jake so she can burp him.

"Is he a good husband, sweetheart?" I ask. It wasn't what I meant to say, but can you blame me? She lives in a time-box, is married to an alien, and last time I saw her (which was three months ago) she was not pregnant. I don't think. "I mean, he isn't nasty now that your married to him?"

"Oh Mum!" Rose sighs. "Theta's perfect. Well, okay, he's not perfect, but he's a good man. Besides, he has nine hundred years of experience. I think with him I'm ready for anything. And the fact he doesn't sleep much will be good for night time."

The nine hundred years experience is what I'm worried about. But Rose does have a point; he can keep watch over the babies while she sleeps. We sit in silence, swapping children when Delta decides she's hungry too.

We watch the telly. We play a few card games. Rose tells me about her adventures, how she had not listened to the Doctor and had a natural birth (I groan, she gives me a sheepish smile) and then around lunch we decide on steaks.

We are in the kitchen when the door crashes open (I think one of these days I'll get a steal door) and this creature barrels in. The monster-alien is large, ugly, and aiming for the far corner of the living room. I know what it wants - or perhaps it just wants out of my flat. Either way, I am not going to let it get to its destination. It is just too ugly and snarly to be a nice creature. Frying pan in hand, I rush over to it, slamming my pan right over its head. With a grunt it falls.

"No one hurts my grandchildren! Not so defenceless now, are they then?" I hit the monster on the head with the frying pan for good measure.

"Mum!" Rose exclaims. "The carpet!"

Oh no. I don't have money to replace that! What am I going to tell my mates? A dog came in, dragging purple paint in with it? Stupid alien!

"Look what you did!" I snarl, pointing to the floor and giving the alien my years-practiced glare. In response, the monster groans and we two elder Tylers smash it. Its time for a knew carpet anyway.

But what to do with the body?

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Could someone please tell me if I'm writing Jackie right? I don't usually write her, and I'm not sure I did her right.