Chapter 13 The One with the Slitheen's Defenses
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Florence was surprised to find that by the time they had left the city hall, dusk had fallen and the sun was setting over the plaza they (well the original they, before Florence had arrived) had parked the TARDIS. She looked around at the various people walking past their deep blue space box without a care in the world and sidled up to the Doctor,
"Hey.," she began, without need, as his attention was drawn to her the moment she appeared at his side, "what's up with the TARDIS? Is there some sort of, like, forcefield around it? How come no-one notices it? I mean, I get that I'm unobservant sometimes but this seems ridiculous!" The Doctor smiled down at her,
"You're right." He said, simply.
"What? There's a forcefield?" Florence asked, smirking that she had got something spacey correct on her first go, which quickly fell at his next statement.
"That you're unobservant."
"Hey!"
"Calm down, it was a joke." He laughed at her pout.
"Oh so this body is a comedian…" She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at his smirk.
"Its a slight perception filter, for survival reasons. It's not invisible, but people just, walk right on by. Unnoticeable." Florence nodded, but Mickey interrupted her with a cry,
"Hang on, you brushed me off when I asked! It was a fair question."
"Like I said, Rickey." The Doctor rolled his eyes at the young man. "Quit your nagging." He pulled the TARDIS key out of his pocket as they approached the familiar blue box and motioned them all to enter, and Florence caught the small smile on his face as she gave the wood a gentle pat as she entered. She was pleasantly surprised to find that the interior was that of her pinstriped Doctor, all wires and coral beams from floor to ceiling, although it did seem slightly darker and perhaps a little messier than she was used to. She walked around the console as Jack began to connect the spacey surfboard to the control panel, fiddling with the wires and switches on it with expert precision. She noticed Margaret's face barely containing the amazement that Florence knew would have been on her own the first time she had seen the wonderful ship.
"This ship is impossible." The Slitheen commented. "It's superb. How do you get the outside around the inside?" The Doctor scoffed in response,
"Like I'd give you the secret, yeah." He folded his arms over his broad chest in a defensive position, clearly uncomfortable with the Slitheen being on his ship, but unwilling to take his eyes off her.
"I almost feel better about being defeated." Margaret continued, ignoring his clear dismissal of her. "I never stood a chance. This is the technology of the gods."
The Doctor shook his head, and Florence was reminded of the time that the Krillitane had offered him a similar role, "Don't worship me - I'd make a very bad god. You wouldn't get a day off, for starters." As usual, he distracted the darkness in his tone with a light hearted casual comment thrown in at the end. He turned instead to Captain Jack (at least, Florence assumed he was still a Captain at this point) to check on his progress. "Jack, how we doing, big fella?" Jack looked up from his new project with a large smile,
"This extrapolator's top of the range. Where did you get it?" Margaret merely shrugged,
"Oh, I don't know. Some airlock sale?" Florence laughed slightly,
"You think that's the equivalent of a car boot sale?" She muttered to Rose, who snorted slightly,
"An extrapolator and a vintage figurine shaped like Bo Peep." The two girls laughed quietly before the Doctor looked over at them rather sharply, raising his eyebrows at their comments, the two hushed like naughty school children.
"Then we're stuck here overnight." Florence realised they had missed a key bit of information.
"What?"
"Well, Miss Giggle." The Doctor told her, admonishingly. "If you had been listening-"
"Yeah, funny. So, we're stuck here for the night? What are we gonna do?" She poked him in the stomach teasingly. "Pillow fights and facemasks?" He scoffed and grabbed at her fingers.
"Now who's being funny. We'll just wait out the night here."
"I'm in no hurry." Margaret cut in, and the rest of them rolled their eyes at her. Rose smirked slightly,
"We've got a prisoner. The police box is really a police box." Florence laughed lightly at her comment.
"You're not just police, though." Margaret told them all, cutting through the slightly jovial atmosphere. "Since you're taking me to my death, that makes you my executioners. Each and every one of you."
"Well, you deserve it." Mickey told her quickly, almost trying to even convince himself.
"You're very quick to say so. You're very quick to soak your hands in my blood." Margaret told him with a snarl. "Which makes you better than me, how, exactly?" She looked around at the five of them. "Long night ahead, let's see who can look me in the eye."
Try as hard as she might, even Florence found it difficult to look into the eyes of the creature who she knew was walking around in the skin of an innocent woman without turning away in shame. Which she did, she averted her eyes and looked instead towards the Doctor, who looked away from Margaret after only a few moments.
"Right!" Rose clapped her hands together, looking to ease the tension that had settled over the group. "What are we going to do with the evening?" Jack grunted distractedly, waving his hand around from where he was crouched over the surfboard expertly hooked up to the console. "Right so Jack's staying here. Mickey? Florence? Drink?" Florence was about to agree very eagerly (maybe too eagerly for someone sentencing another to death the next morning), until she saw the rather hopeful look Mickey was giving her and opted to let the couple have some time together.
"Um, no no, you guys go ahead, I might just freshen up or something…" Rose frowned at her excuse but nodded,
"Right, Mickey?" She grabbed her coat and led the way out of the tense ship, Mickey following at her heels. There was silence once more when the two of them left. It stretched a lot longer until the Doctor moved to stand by the monitor on the console, Florence following behind him as he switched it on to spy on the couple holding hands outside.
"What's up with them?" Florence asked quietly, and the Doctor looked down at her.
"What do you mean?" He asked, causing her to give him a disbelieving look.
"I mean… I'm really getting mum moved out and dad wants her to come home vibes…"
"That's a bit dark for you, Florence."
"You know what I mean, you must have seen them interact." She refused to give in on this matter, although the Doctor was remaining stubborn.
"I mean, he only showed up today, Rose wanted her passport. Don't know why, not like she needs it…"
"Hang on." Florence interrupted. "Rose called Mickey all the way to Cardiff for her passport, that she doesn't even need?" She almost scoffed at the obvious way Rose was looking to get Mickey's attention, it reminded her of the time she conveniently bumped into her first crush at Sports Direct shopping for a new yoga set after she overheard him mention to a friend he worked there on Tuesday evenings. "Ah, fair enough. I gotcha."
"Got what?" The Doctor asked, but she merely smirked and turned the screen off for him. "What? What have you got?" Florence turned away from him and looked over at the pensive Margaret, seated just to the side of the main deck,
"I gather it's not always like this, having to wait. I bet you're always the first to leave, Doctor." Florence gently pressed her hand into the Doctor's, a twinge of pain at registering the similarity to what she had said to her pinstriped Doctor back in Scotland. His warm hand accepted her touch for a moment, although she knew it was not because of the same reason, before continuing to tinker with the odd bits and bobs on the console. "Never mind the consequences, off you go. You butchered my family and then ran for the starts, am I right? But not this time. At last you have consequences. How does it feel?" She raised her voice on the last question but the Doctor hardly reacted.
"I didn't butcher them."
"Don't answer back." Jack told him lightly, clearly believing him to be trying to excuse himself. "That's what she wants."
"I didn't." The Doctor insisted, not out of guilt but with certainty. "What about you?" He directed his question to Margaret. "You had an emergency teleport. You didn't zap them to safety, did you?"
"It only curries one. I had to fly without coordinates. I ended up on the Isle of Dogs." The Doctor, Jack and Florence let out a laugh. "It wasn't funny." They stopped but when she turned around to look at them Florence couldn't help but let another snort escape.
"It's quite funny…" Margaret joined in ever so slightly with the laughter, before sobering quickly. Quick enough to solidify Florence's belief that whatever came out of her mouth next could not be trusted.
"Do I get a last request?" She asked, with faux innocence.
"Depends what it is." The Doctor told her, leaning with folded arms against the railing.
"I grew quite fond of my little human life. All those rituals." Margaret chuckled to herself. "The brushing of the teeth, and the complicated way they cook things. There's a little restaurant just round the Bay. It became quite a favourite of mine…" The Doctor quickly caught on to what she was hinting at,
"Is that what you want, a last meal?" He was sceptical.
"Don't I have rights?"
Jack looked unconvinced, scoffing at the idea, "Oh like she's not going to try to escape."
"Except I can never escape the Doctor, so where's the danger?" Margaret pointed out, glaring at Jack and Florence, turning her attention back to the Doctor. "I wonder if you could do it? To sit with a creature you're about to kill and take supper. How strong is your stomach?" She was goading him, and Florence wasn't sure if this was the type of man who took well to being goaded.
"Strong enough."
"I wonder." Margaret continued. "I've seen you fight your enemies, now dine with them."
"You won't change my mind." The Doctor promised her.
"Prove it." She tried again, but the Doctor shook his head and turned away from the creature sitting on the grating, looking up at him in challenge.
"There are people out there. If you slip away just for one second, they'll be in danger." Florence was quietly glad, hoping to end the conversation and see if the Doctor could let her pass the time by showing her to her room on, unsure where it might be in this newer (or rather, older) layout. Unfortunately, Jack had other plans.
"Except, I've got these." He held up two silver bangles. "You both wear one. If she moves more than ten feet away," he bought the rings further apart and made a sharp buzzing sound, "she gets zapped by ten thousand volts." Florence raised her eyebrows at the prospect and turned to look at the Doctor, who was looking at Margaret with a wide grin on his face,
"Margaret, would you like to come out to dinner? My treat." She smirked up at him,
"Dinner in bondage. Works for me." The Doctor turned to Florence,
"Flo, how about it?" She shook her head lightly, she would have, had it not been for the mysterious figure she wanted to find out more about who was smugly staring at his metal bangles.
"No, you enjoy Death Row. I'm gonna shower n sleep probably." She punched the American near her gently in the arm. "Jack's got my back, don't ya?" The Doctor seemed sceptical but Jack merely threw his arm around her shoulder,
"Go on, Doc. Enjoy date night, I'll babysit." Florence nudged him sharply in the gut,
"You're a dick." She muttered with a small smile, and the Doctor grunted slightly in response, taking the bangles from Jack and placing one of Margaret's wrist,
"Alright then… Margaret, off we pop." He held his hand out to the alien and led her from the TARDIS, glancing back over his shoulder once again at Florence, who gave him a wink.
Captain Jack Harkness had rarely met someone anywhere near as intriguing as Florence Jensson. Not because she had two hearts, or a tail, or the IQ of over six hundred, but because she was a painfully normal woman thrown into the world of the abnormal - and somehow she fit in just perfectly. She had the right amount of madness and curiosity mixed with innocence and fear that made her, in Jack's eyes, the dream woman. Not in a necessarily sexual way - though that wasn't far from his mind, he wasn't a saint after all - but she was anyone's dream companion, you could say the littlest tidbit of information about the future or space and her eyes would light up like a child's on Christmas Day. It was fascinating. He would watch as the Doctor and she would bicker and thrown vindictive comments at each other on the few adventures he had joined them on, but only grab of her hand and a fact about the culture of where they had found themselves and she was smiling up at him like he was the most important man in the world. Not to say she didn't also keep his mind racing, Jack had caught the Doctor looking at her as if she had the ability to pull the stars from out of the sky herself and mould them into a new constellation dedicated to him. Jack had a feeling that the gruff, surly man would hardly hesitate to destroy solar systems if it meant she was safe. It was both dangerous and exhilarating all at once to be in their company, she was half the reason he agreed to stay onboard the TARDIS, and the Doctor was the other half.
While Rose was off playing house with the team's newest tag along Mickey Smith, Jack was glad to have the pleasure of Florence's one on one company for a short amount of time. Especially a Florence so young. He had been informed about her jumping by the woman herself, and was glad to find one that seemingly knew less about himself and the whole space-and-time-travel spiel. While she hardly gave him a second glance when she turned up at the restaurant earlier in the day (something that the Casanova in him hated to admit), he was glad that she was keen to stick around with date night happened for the others, as he sure did enjoy some sort of company as he worked. He wasn't foolish enough to think that her whole 'shower n sleep' excuse was the real reason she wanted to stay behind, but wished she would have done more in the last fifteen minutes then have merely sat beside him leaning against the coral beams and handed him tools as he called them out.
"So," he broke the silence, looking up at her curious expression, "didn't fancy dining with our alien friend?"
"Margaret the Slithen from Raxacoricofallapatata is hardly on my list of dream dinner party guests." Jack laughed.
"I meant the Doctor but go on then, gimme your list and I'll give you mine." Florence put her hand to her chin in consideration,
"Well, I'd have to take off some of the figures I've since met who didn't turn out to be up to scratch…"
"Oh-ho?" Jack motioned her to continue, reaching across the underside of the extrapolator to fix a wire from it to the TARDIS.
"Well Queen Vic is a no go anymore, she hates us - but don't tell the Doctor that just yet. I would keep Van Gogh on the list, he's a real darling…" She trailed off slightly, deep in thought, before shaking it off and continuing. "I think I'd really like to have dinner with, like… Nefertiti or Hatshepsut, that would be interesting. Oh!" She nearly flung the spanner in her hand at him. "Da Vinci, oh I'd love to pick his brain about the mirrored writing technique, I could never manage to do it… I dunno who else really, I guess the Doctor would kinda have to be there to get them there, like a designated driver!" Jack let out a bark of laughter at that,
"Designated driver, that sums Doc up."
"Go on then, what's your list?" Jack hummed slightly, trying to think of anyone he'd like to have a dinner party with more than the occupants of the TARDIS,
"Got me, I've met far too many interesting folks in my time."
"And how long is that…" He looked at the woman in confusion, and she tilted her head, "How old are you? I mean… to know so much of this stuff. Are you an alien? From the future? Where did the Doctor and Rose meet you? Actually, when, I guess?"
"You sure do ask a lot of questions, Florence." Jack commented, only partially concerned by her desire to analyse him like that. "I guess you'll find out when and where when you 'hop' or whatever it is you call it, but I'm a Time Agent, or, was a Time Agent. I'm from the future, that's how I know all 'this stuff'." He knocked on the extrapolator in emphasis with his knuckle. "But I'm not nearly at your Doctor's level, I mean, this thing… its a little outta my league I tell ya."
"Huh." She commented. "Wouldn't have guessed."
"Really?" Jack asked with a smirk, pleased to see he still had it in him to blag his way into impressing clueless women.
"Yeah, but then again I barely understand how to recover deleted emails." He laughed slightly at that, though he had little idea what she meant. "So, wanna teach me…?"
"No."
"What?!"
"I said nope."
"Why?!"
"Trust me, Florence. I've seen you nearly knock the Doctor out tossing him his screwdriver, you're lucky I'm letting you hand me things right now." She rolled her eyes petulantly at him, making him laugh. "I'm sorry, doll, but this is a little too precarious for a training wheel exercise." He was thinking about pretending not to notice how she stiffened at his use of the word 'doll', until it allowed him the perfect chance to catch her off guard and ask his own questions. "So my turn, how long have you been hopping about with the Doctor for?"
"I dunno…" She murmured. "Sometimes I think it's been months, but I think it's only been a couple weeks, two maybe, it's blurring into one long day…"
"Uh-huh, and when was the last time you slept?" He asked, causing her to roll her eyes once more,
"Oh don't go all concerned parent on me, you know you're not actually babysitting me, right? I'm twenty-five years old, I don't have a bedtime anymore." Jack gave her a look, she was somehow even more stubborn than the Florence he had met in the Blitz. "What?"
"Nothing, you're just… a funny little thing?"
"Is that a comment on my height?"
"Sure, why not…" Her throwing may be shit, but the kick she aimed at his shin was right on target.
Florence may not have been able to ask all of the questions that she had wanted to ask Captain Jack Harkness, partly because of her own hesitance to freak him out, and partly from the great angry explosion of sparks that came from the surfboard that Jack had been fussing with. She screamed slightly, grabbing his arm and pulling him out from underneath the console, both backing away quickly and seeking shelter for a moment from the shower of sparks.
"Jack! What's happening?!" He pushed her behind a beam and ran back towards the console, Florence peaked her head out of the edge of it, watching him try to disconnect the device from the TARDIS.
"I dunno, Flo! But it's not good!"
"I GUESSED THAT MUCH!" She yelled at him over the rumbling that seemed to extend outside of the box, he pulled the main wire connecting the board to the central column with a triumphant yell, but nothing changed. Before Florence could yell anymore, the door swung open and the Doctor ran into the room, Margaret hot on his heels.
"What the hell are you doing?" He yelled at the former Time Agent, who gave him an incredulous look,
"Don't you start, I already got it from her!" Florence came round to the Doctor's side, pointing at the damned machine,
"It just… exploded! Went crazy on us!" The Doctor looked up at the glowing central column,
"It's the rift. Time and space are ripping apart! The whole city's going to disappear!" Jack was still attempting to flip switches and buttons to stop the destruction, pulling away sharply every time his fingers were shocked,
"It's the extrapolator. I've disconnected it but it's still feeding off the engine! It's using the TARDIS. I can't stop it!" More sparks, the whirring got faster, the Doctor looked alarmed.
"Never mind Cardiff, it's going to rip open the planet!"
"What are we gonna do?! How can we stop it?!" Florence was panicking, surely the world couldn't end in Cardiff in 2005, the Captain Jack she had met earlier that day hadn't seemed too worried about the 'excitement'. Rose entered the TARDIS with a flourish before the Doctor could answer, oddly without Mickey by her side,
"What is it? What's happening?!"
"Oh, just little me." Came the voice from the side of the console, coming from the creature they had foolishly all taken their eyes off of in the commotion. Margaret had pulled the skin of her right arm straight off her body to reveal a giant green appendage, armed with thick yellow talons at the end. She grabbed Rose by the throat and lifted her from the ground. "One wrong move and she snaps like a promise!" She snarled at Florence, who had started to edge forward to save her young friend who was looking at her in panic.
"I might've known." The Doctor muttered, looking at her in disappointment, likely at his own blunder.
"I've had you bleating all night, poor baby, now shut it." Margaret told him, scowling with disdain. "You," She gestured to Jack, "fly boy, put the extrapolator at my feet." She tightened her grip on Rose in warning and the Doctor nodded at Jack to do as she said. "Thank you. Just as I planned." Rose gulped slightly at the pressure on her neck,
"I thought you needed to blow up the nuclear power station." Margaret smirked,
"Failing that, if I were to be arrested, then anyone capable of tracking me down would have considerable technology of their own. Therefore, they would be captivated by the extrapolator." Jack looked down slightly at that. "Especially a magpie mind like yours, Doctor. So the extrapolator was programmed to go to plan B. To lock onto the nearest alien power source and open the rift. And what a power source it found. I'm back on schedule, thanks to you." There was more whirring and rumbling as the rift got more and more destructive.
"The rift's gonna convulse!" Jack yelled over the noise. "You'll destroy the whole planet!"
"And you with it!" Margaret hissed at them, moving with Rose still in her grasp to stand on top of the extrapolator. "While I ride this board over the crest of the inferno all the way to freedom." She smiled manically. "Stand back, boys and girls. Surf's up." If it weren't for the fact that Florence was busy trying to calm her racing heart, she would have scoffed at the terrible pun. Instead she was distracted by the cracks forming within the shell of the TARDIS console, which she was sure was not meant to be happening.
"Of course, opening the rift means you'll pull this ship apart." The Doctor told her, and she snarled at him,
"So sue me."
"It's not just any old power source. It's the TARDIS. My TARDIS. The best ship in the universe." Hope began to fill Florence, as she felt in her bones that the Doctor knew what he was doing, he had that look in his eyes that she had seen on both of his previous bodies. A look that enraptured her, that held her close and comforted her.
"It'll make wonderful scrap." Margaret told him, oblivious to his clear control over the situation.
"What's that light?" Rose asked, squinting at the golden hue escaping from the cracks. It was strange, as the light shone through, Florence felt the disconcerting burning that accompanied her jumping, and worried that she would disappear just when the Doctor needed her safe. She closed her eyes and reopened them, but her location hadn't changed. She blinked a few times, the burning getting stronger as the light continued to escape the TARDIS, she even thought she could hear the murmuring of the Doctor's past lives if she listened close enough. But no jumping.
"The heart of the TARDIS." The Doctor told them all. "This ship's alive. You've opened its soul." Margaret noticed the light and became entranced by it, the gold drawing her in, unfocused and attached to its power.
"It's so bright."
"Look at it, Margaret." The Doctor urged, and Margaret began to really look deeply into it. "Look inside, Blon Fel Fotch. Look at the light." She relaxed her arm and Rose collapsed from it with a gasp, Florence reaching for her and wrapping her arms gently but firmly around the younger woman.
Margaret looked up at the Doctor with a serene smile, "Thank you." She whispered, before the light wrapped itself around her and shone so much more brightly that the three companions of the Doctor squinted and hid their heads in their arms, the Doctor rushed around the console to close the latch containing the heart.
"Don't look!" He warned them all. "Stay there! Keep your eyes closed." Florence felt the burning fade as quickly as it had begun before she knew it was safe to open her eyes once more, she looked across the console at the Doctor who urged here to start disconnecting the excess wires from the extrapolator. "Florence get that thing off the console! Jack, come on, shut it all down. Rose, that panel over there, turn all the switches to the right." It only took the four of them a few moments before the energy stopped flowing up through the central column and the whirring and sparking stopped, Florence and Rose hugged in relief while the Doctor flipped the final switch. "Nicely done. Thank you all." Florence suddenly frowned, looking around the room,
"Wait, so where's Margaret?" She looked down and saw the empty skin suit crumpled on the floor where she had been sanding, Rose pulled a disgusted face at it.
"What happened to her?" She asked, and Jack shrugged,
"Must've got burnt up." He suggested. "Carried out her own death sentence." However, the Doctor shook his head,
"No, I don't think she's dead."
"Then where'd she go?" Rose repeated Florence's earlier question, to which the Doctor shrugged this time,
"She looked into the heart of the Tardis. Even I don't know how strong that is. And the ship's telepathic, like I told you, Rose. Gets inside your head. Translates alien languages. Maybe the raw energy can translate all sorts of thoughts." He rummaged around the skin suit, despite Florence's groan of protest, before pulling out a large, sickly green egg with tentacle-like tubes protruding from the top. "Here she is!" He cried, and Rose looked a bit queasy at the object in his hand.
"She's an egg?" She asked, and the Doctor seemed to smiled fondly at the thing he held,
"Regressed to her childhood."
"She's an egg?" Jack repeated, looking just as confused as Rose and Florence felt.
"She can start again." The Doctor smiled, triumphantly. "Live her life from scratch. If we take her home, give her to a different family, tell them to bring her up properly, she might be alright!"
"Or she might be worse." Jack pointed out pessimistically, and the Doctor gave him a non-committal nod,
"That's her choice." He concluded.
"She's an egg." Rose repeated, still staring unblinkingly at what was formerly Margaret, Florence patted her on the shoulder with a slight laugh.
"She's an egg." She confirmed for her friend, who started at her touch and jumped away from her, looking at the door of the TARDIS
"Oh, my God!" She cried. "Mickey." She ran out before Florence could even blink, leaving her with the two men crouched over the skin suit, fascinated by devolution they had just witnessed.
"Riiiiight." She began, hands on her hips and looking around at the mess of wires littering the console room. "Shall we tidy up while we wait for Rose?" The Doctor scoffed lightly and stood, throwing the egg up gently before placing it on a perch on the console.
"Nah, that's boring. Let's check the fuel and see if we can get out of here, eh?" Florence rolled her eyes at his laziness and ignored Jack's wink as he moved to examine the controls, leaving her to at least try and shove some of the mess under the grating. Out of sight, out of mind.
"One of you at least move the damn skin suit!"
Rose returned not long after she had left, a troubled look upon her face that didn't lessen when Florence squeezed her arm gently. She merely smiled slightly down at the brunette and wrapped her arms tightly around herself.
"We're all powered up." The Doctor called out to her when he had noticed her arrival. "We can leave. Opening the rift filled us up with energy." He hesitated when he saw the dejected expression on his companion's usually chirpy face. "We can go, if that's all right."
She nodded distractedly. "Yeah, fine."
"How's Mickey?" The Doctor asked gently, and Florence was please to see him not be as callous as he had been earlier in the day and called the man by his real name this time.
"He's okay. He's gone." Florence pursed her lips at Rose's sadness, desperate to tell her that it would all work out sooner or later.
"Do you want to go and find him?" The Doctor continued to try and appease the young woman. "We'll wait."
"No need. He deserves better." Rose shook him off, clearly grateful but unwilling to talk about it. The Doctor nodded.
"Off we go, then." He gave Florence a sad smile. "Always moving on." She wondered if he too was thinking about how long she would get to stay before she was dragged away from him again.
"Next stop, Raxacoricofallapatorius. Now you don't often get to say that." As usual, Jack's spritely attitude and charming grin cut through the tension in the TARDIS, and Florence was so very grateful for it.
"We'll just stop by and pop her in the hatchery." The Doctor told them, flipping switches and pressing buttons to begin their next flight. "Margaret the Slitheen can live her life again. A second chance." He smiled triumphantly once more and Rose nodded, looking at the innocent egg resting on the console.
"That'd be nice." She murmured.
No jumping again this time, thought I'd treat Florence... Not much interaction with Rose here either. Sorry about that, but I really wanted one on one time with Flo and Jack, plus Rose was definitely preoccupied this episode with Mickey!
See you for chapter 14! xo