Beta'd by wise and splendid micbb
"Never could get used to the corsets," Rose said, adjusting her fancy, Victorian dress as she emerged into the console room.
The Doctor smiled at her warmly, extending a hand toward her. "But you look beautiful. As always." He said as she placed her hand in his. He pulled her closer, kissing her gently, seeming to be mindful of the little feathered hat on her head. "Happy anniversary, Sweetheart."
"Happy anniversary. So what year are we spending it this time?" She asked as he grabbed a top hat from the console and placed it on his head. Rose smirked but didn't comment on it.
"1884," He said as he led her to the doors. He opened them, and the cool air drifted up under her black cloak. The sleeves of her deep blue dress helped shield her a bit, but the cold still was still keenly felt. She stepped closer to the Doctor once they were outside the TARDIS, huddling closer for warmth despite his lower temperature. He paused, reaching deep into his pockets with his free hand before bringing up their joined ones. Loosening his grip, he extended his left ring finger and slid his wedding band on. "Don't want to cause a scandal." He said with a wink before he led her down the cobble stone walkway.
"So why 1884?" She asked, looking up at the tall, beautiful buildings.
"Because this was the earliest the house would be ready." He countered, leading her up to a locked gate. He stopped, reaching into his inner pocket, and pulled out a skeleton key. He fit it into the lock on the gate and gave it a turn, the wrought-iron door swinging slowly open.
Rose gaped at it, then at him. "A house?"
"Yes," He said with a grin.
"A proper house with windows, and doors, and carpets?"
"Area rugs, actually. Carpets aren't really in vogue in this era. Do you like it?" He asked of the large, white home.
Rose slowly ventured up the walkway, taking in the curve of the turrets, the coffers, the whole construction of the new house. She paused, turning back toward the Doctor. "You built me a house in Victorian London?"
"Well, I know you've a fondness for the architecture of this era. You've mentioned staying somewhere other than the TARDIS while Amy and Rory are back in their proper time for a bit and I thought 'why stay at an inn?'" He said as he walked up beside her. "We can stay here for a week or so, sell it after or keep it. Pop in once in a while to ensure it's still standing. Might not even make it out of the London Blitz."
"You built me a house?" Rose repeated.
"Technically I hired contractors, visited while you were sleeping, kept up with the progress as needed. But yes, I guess you can say I built you a …." She grabbed his head and kissed him, not caring one lick about the propriety of the era or who could be walking by and seeing it. She could feel him smile against her lips, the waves of relief coming through their bond.
"You never cease to amaze me," She said, punctuated with a tongue-touched grin as she pulled back. She then took his hand again, eagerly pulling him toward the door. "Come on, I want to see the inside."
"Wait, Rose, there's something I should tell you first." He said as she reached for the intricate handle and gave it a turn.
She stepped inside the large foyer, looking up the stairs to see the landing before it turned out of sight. She peeked into the sitting room, noting the piano in the corner, a harp off to the side, and plenty of comfortable chairs.
Footsteps came from the dining hall across the way, and Rose turned to see a pretty woman with dark hair, brown eyes, and a mole just above the right corner of her lip coming toward them. She was dressed in simple black dress with a white apron over it.
"Begging your pardon, Doctor Smith," She said to the Doctor as she entered the foyer. "I'd no idea you'd be coming today. Sent William out to fetch some things." She said as she reached her hands out toward him. He gave her his hat and jacket, much to Rose's surprise, before turning toward her.
"It's alright, Jenny, it was meant to be a surprise." He said, clearly catching the barely masked surprise on Rose's face. "This is my wife, Rose. Rose, this is Jenny Flint, our maid while we're here."
"Pleasure to meet you, ma'am." Jenny said with a quick curtsy. "May I take your cloak?"
Rose nodded, untying the ribbon and shrugging it off. She handed over her hat and gloves as well, touching the curls of her hair to ensure they were still pinned in place. "Jenny? Unusual name. Short for something?" She asked.
The maid looked taken aback. "Doctor Smith said you have a daughter with the same name." She commented.
Rose smiled. "Yes, we call her Jenny as it is short for Jennifer." She bounced back quickly. She wasn't sure if that name was odd for the time, but it was a reasoning that they'd used before when someone made an assumption about the origins of their daughter's name. That, and saying short for Generated Anomaly would raise more eyebrows.
This Jenny smiled. "My name's short for Jeanette, ma'am." She said with a slight nod. "Shall I have a tray sent to the den for you?"
"That would be lovely, Jenny, thank you," The Doctor said as he came and took Rose's hand. "I'm going to show Missus Smith the rest of the house. Was a wedding gift, after all. Still a big surprise to her." He said as he steered her toward the stairs.
Rose looked over her shoulder, seeing Jenny smile and nod before turning back into the dining room. "We have a maid?" She asked the Doctor in a quiet voice as they headed up the stairs.
"And a Butler." He said with amusement. "I hired them both as they were both struggling for work. William's last place of employment fell on hard times, and the stigma associated with them made it hard for the other rich to-dos to stomach the thought of taking him on. You know how it is, British with money."
"No, I don't." She grinned with amusement. "Grew up on the estates, yeah? And's not like we are exactly proper rich."
"Yes, well, they don't know that, do they?" The Doctor retorted. "Anyway, Jenny I found homeless, barely earning anything as a bar maid."
"A bar maid?"
"Yes, well, I had to meet the contractors somewhere, didn't I? A bar maid. Her family had thrown her out, disowned her. I gave them work, greater salary than anyone else could possible offer, and had them set up the house for our arrival. They have rooms down the hall and around the corner." He pointed out as they reached the top of the stairs. "This one is ours." He said as he pointed to a door.
Rose went forward, opening it, gasping at the large, beautiful four post bed that looked ridiculously inviting. She turned about the room, seeing the armoire, the vanity table, the cast iron tub behind the partly closed door.
"It's as modern as the era would allow, so it does mean you have indoor plumbing. Did have to tweak the method of hot water, but it will never break down so that small bit of alien tech will likely be overlooked. Gas lighting, though I've checked the property for possible rifts and it doesn't look like it would pose much of problem." He rambled, only stopping when she turned to look at him.
"Why?" She asked.
"Sorry?" The Doctor asked with confusion.
"Why build me a house? Why do domestic?" She asked as she crossed the room back to him. She took his hands, studied the crease of his large brow, the uncertainty in his brilliant green eyes. She was used to this him now. It had been a couple months since his regeneration, and she was already quite comfortable with all his quirks and mannerisms. His confusion was by far the most adorable, much more animated this go around, and it happened quite often. "I say we should stay somewhere out of the TARDIS, we get an inn, or a cabin on a remote planet. We take a break from the running and the travel, it's somewhere alien and usually warm. Why a house? Why Victorian England?"
He sighed, brow relaxing. "Amy and Rory," he said simply. When Rose shook her head slightly, he continued. "A couple months with us, and they wanted to go back. To their home, their work, their lives. All these years with me, and I never gave you that. Not that we'll be working or anything like that while we're here, but …."
"We have a home, and she's wonderful." Rose reminded him.
"But just once, just for a while, I wanted you to have this sort of life. This body, still not much for domestics, but I think I could tolerate it a bit more. Possibly. Maybe. We'll find out, won't we?" He added with a shy grin.
"Don't need this." Rose said, "But if you want to try it for a bit …."
"Think of it as a second honeymoon," He encouraged. "Now, let's go to the den for tea."
~DWDWDW~
It had been thirty minutes and twenty seven seconds of uncomfortable boredom before Rose sighed heavily and set down her tea cup. Yes, he had the house built for her because he knew she'd like the reprieve from the running. And yes, he knew that it would mean truly domestic living while she wanted to stay there. But he didn't really think about it.
The Doctor may have been more tolerable of domestics this go around, having regenerated with a bond mate, but that didn't mean he could sit still.
And Victorian London was probably the worst choice he could've made. Not only were there all those foolish social rules and etiquettes, and a distinct lack of fish fingers, but he had to give Rose an alias lest anyone in society happen to speak of her in the presence of a particular Queen who exiled them. He just hoped that the subtle changes in Rose over the years would be enough that should she somehow be spotted by anyone who knew this, it would just be over considered a coincidence. Thank Rassilon he hadn't used his normal alias back then.
He flipped through the paper, hoping to find something of interest, anything that would pull his attention so it didn't quite feel like the walls were closing in.
When she set down her cup, he looked up with anticipation for her next move. "Think I might go out shopping."
He gaped at her. "Shopping?" He spat.
"Yeah," She said as she got to her feet. "Didn't really pack a bag, and I doubt you'd have thought to get me a wardrobe. Hardly change your clothes, you do."
"Yes, well superior biology and all. Don't need to." He said, looking down at his paper and noting a partially buried headline that caught his attention. He smirked, reading the article in a blink before setting the paper down. "You know what? I think I'll go with you. Into town, at least. Not shopping, don't think it would be entirely proper. There's a purse with money for you on the dresser in our bedroom. You should get it while I order our carriage."
"We have a carriage?" Rose asked incredulously.
"We're wealthy aristocrats, Misses Smith, of course we have a carriage." He countered with a wink. "I'll get William to get it ready while you head on up."
She eyed him suspiciously as he felt her curiosity prod his mind. He sent back love, and she seemed content enough with that as she left the den.
The Doctor carefully shielded part of his mind as he looked down at the headline that caught his attention.
Gruesome death of tunnel workers remains a mystery.
"Do love a good mystery." He said quietly to himself before heading to the kitchen to find their temporary butler.
~DWDWDW~
"Henrick's?" Rose asked as the Doctor helped her out of the carriage.
"Yes, thought you might like to see it in its early days," He mused.
"Didn't know it was around this long." She said as she studied the building, the newness of it. "So where you off to, then?" She turned to her husband.
"Oh, just around." He replied, but despite the lack of expression, his eagerness was screaming loud enough in his mind to be heard in hers. Something about the underground.
"Be careful, yeah?" She asked him. "Don't want me around, I can understand that, but just … be careful. Won't forgive myself if something were to happen to you and I wasn't there."
He smiled and kissed her cheek. "I'll be safe, promise." He said as he let go of her hand. "Avoid the dummies." He added as she headed toward the building.
"Oi, hush you." Rose sent him a glare over her shoulder but said nothing more either through their bond or out loud as she headed inside.
It was a bit disturbing to step into a building where she'd spent so much of her time before she met the Doctor. It didn't matter how long it'd been, the days spent folding and stacking clothes were embedded in her memory because of the various key points that happened in her life while she was employed there. Jimmy was one, Mickey another, but it was also where she met her husband. The changes in merchandise at least helped her fight the urge to follow her old path to the staff room, and she instead made her way to the jewelry area. Not something she'd normally spend any amount of money on, or even bother with, but considering how many other women she noted flocking toward it she thought it best she seem to blend in.
And just because she didn't bother with it didn't mean she wasn't completely immune to its glittering charm.
Eyeing up heavy crystal necklaces, chandelier earrings, Rose was nearly completely lost to her surroundings.
It was a familiar voice that pulled her from her revere of a tennis bracelet.
"James Henrick," He said in the same way he would say his other name. "You ladies just browsing for the day?"
"For today, Mister Henrick." A woman replied in a flirty tone. "But I'll be dropping numerous hints to my husband."
Rose strained to listen over her racing heart, tried to keep her breathing even, and was failing on both accounts. She could sense him coming toward her, and closed her eyes tight in hopes that it would somehow make her invisible.
"And what about you miss?" He asked from directly behind her. "Anything I can help you with."
Her shoulders slumped, knowing there was nowhere to run, and how hurt he'd be when he inevitably watched her flee. So Rose turned slowly, meeting his blue eyes and watching a tidal wave of emotions run through them.
"Rose," He breathed.
"Hello, Jack." She said quietly, not wanting to break his alias in front of so many people who were watching them.
He took one more step toward her then pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. She returned it fiercely, knowing that this Jack was looking for her and their first Doctor, and not wanting to crush him so quickly into his reunion.
"You're real." He whispered in her ear, and she could feel his tears tickle her cheek.
She soothed him as best she could, shushing him as she stroked his back. "It's alright." She whispered.
More people were watching, and Rose could tell by the scandalized looks on some of the on-lookers faces that it was for more reasons than simple politeness.
It was then she remembered that she hadn't bothered with her gloves, and her ring would be easily seen by anyone trying to be nosy.
Carefully, she eased herself out of Jack's embrace, heart aching at the sight of his tear stained face.
"Where is he?" He asked, wiping at his cheeks.
"Finding trouble, no doubt." She replied, catching the glint of gold on his left hand. "Oh," she said, eyes following the hand's movements until Jack thought to look down at his hand.
"Right, that. Well, you see …."
"Jack," She said, purposely reaching out for him with her left hand so he would notice her ring as well. "I think we best talk somewhere more private."
"Right," He said gruffly.
The change in his demeanor was odd, having only seen it a few times and usually when someone made him angry. But he took her hand gently, guiding her down that familiar path she was resisting following before. She noted a few people, likely staff, watching and whispering as they passed by, but no one dared to say anything out loud.
Jack brought her to what she once called the manager's office, closing the door and locking it behind him. He then strode over to the large desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a bottle with a dark liquid inside and two glasses. He unscrewed the cap, poured, and offered her a glass. "I imagine a 21st century girl like you is having a hard time adjusting to the customs of this time." He said as Rose moved across the room and took the glass. "Didn't think he'd ever leave you behind." Jack said as they both took a seat, and he a hearty gulp of the liquor.
"That's the thing, Jack, he didn't." Rose replied, looking at the drink instead of her oldest friend in many ways.
"You left him?" Jack choked. "Must have been one hell of a bloke."
"He certainly is." Rose replied. She knew he wasn't supposed to know the truth right now, having been surprised to see the ring on her finger at the end of the Universe. But she was already caught, didn't know how she could possibly explain her presence away with a lie, and hoped that the Doctor would be able to do something about Jack's memory. "I married him, Jack."
Jack had a mouthful of whatever he was drinking, and she could see him fight the urge to spit it out across the desk. "What?" He asked croaked when he eventually swallowed.
"The Doctor. I married him." She paused, taking a drink, wincing at the bitter taste and the burn it left in her throat. She never was a whiskey girl. "I'm over a hundred years old, Jack."
He set down his glass, staring at the remainder of the contents. "Bit older than me." He said softly. "I arrived here in 1869."
"Where your vortex manipulator burned out." Rose said, nodding. "I've heard the stories."
Jack looked back up at her, terror in his eyes. "You … but that means …."
"I have reunited with you in my past, yeah." She said softly. "And I can't tell you when we meet again because I've already told you more about the future than you're supposed to know at this point."
"Like you find me?"
"Like I marry the Doctor." She countered. "Though that is a story you haven't told me." She said as she gestured to his wedding ring. "Know a lot 'bout your past relationships, much the chagrin of the boyfriend you have in the future, but you never once told me you were married."
He looked at the ring and shrugged. "Sorta had to." He said with a guilty grin. "Forgot how big they were on virginity in this time, and I sorta got her pregnant." He twisted his mouth around a moment. "My son set off for North America with his wife and their little girl. Taking some of the family fortune, as it were, starting a new life."
"And you're James Henrick?" She asked with amusement. "That because 'Jack Harkness' came later, and you don't want to disrupt time lines too much?"
"I tell you about that?" He asked, surprised.
"You're our best mate, Jack. 'Course you told me. Never told me your proper name, I never asked. You're Jack. 'S what you'll always be to me."
Jack hummed happily, finished off his drink, than poured another one. "So how's he in the sack? He seems like the kinda man who likes it a bit rough but has endurance. And is it true what they say about big ears and big …? 'Cause I've never had the pleasure of being able to make a comparison."
She stammered, because for a moment she'd forgotten how highly unlikely it was that Jack knew about regeneration at this point.
"Don't tell me you're married and you two haven't …."
"It's complicated." Rose shrugged. "Never had the pleasure of hearing that leather jacket hitting the ground unless it was being peeled off of me."
"Oh so he gives, at least." Jack smirked. "Just incompatible, or?"
"Jack, not talking to you 'bout my sex life." She stopped him from going further.
"Alright, what do you want to chat about?"
~DWDWDW~
Psychic paper got him anywhere, and as the Doctor crawled down the ladder into the underground he was grateful it already got him into the construction site. There was just enough light given off by the gas lanterns that he didn't have to use a torch to see, his superior Time Lord senses allowing him more than adequate vision as well as hearing as he strode down the tunnel. It didn't take him long to find them, their grumbling about the working conditions echoing down the tunnel and picked up by the doctor long before any human would hear. Straightening his bow tie, and then his hat, he put on a smile and pulled out his psyche paper.
"Gentlemen," The Doctor said, stopping their conversation. He waved his bill fold around. "Detective Smith, Scotland Yard. What can you tell me about the deaths of your fellow workers?" Every single one of them remained silent. All of them looked at the ground, the walls, each other, but not at him. "Is there are a reason you won't talk about it to the police?"
"You wouldn't believe us if we told you." One of the gentlemen replied.
"You would be surprised. Nice suspenders, by the way. So tell me, then, what is going on that you believe I wouldn't believe you?"
The man who'd spoken, looking to be around thirty, hitched his thumbs in his suspenders and looked back at the workers before taking a step toward the Doctor. "I was there when the third one died."
"Third one?" The Doctor asked, furrowing his brow.
"Yeah, the last one. Papers say he was just found, but that's because, well, they didn't want what we saw to get out."
"And what is it that you saw?"
"It was … green. A flash of green and something else. Gray maybe? It's hard to tell down here, but the green I can't forget. Head to toe, and its head was something else. High, no hair, looked like it was wearing a funny hat."
The description sounded awfully familiar. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on, and nothing he'd faced up against since having Rose at his side. The Doctor puzzled it, turning away from the man in an effort to think more clearly.
A hiss echoing down the tunnel made his hearts speed up. He heard the men grow nervous behind him, and he turned to see what was happening. Green eyes peered at him, at them, from the darkness. Despite a pair of them looking right at it, none of them men seemed to see the predator staring them down.
"Run," He told them bluntly, and it appeared whatever was in the tunnel with them must have heard his stern suggestion because it sprang at the nearest workers with a hiss before any of them could move. He ran, but paused to look back at the gruesome sight before him. Part of him wanted to go, stop it, but he promised Rose he'd be safe and his instincts were telling him to flee. Still he paused long enough to observe the creature feeding on the still screaming construction worker.
"Silurian." He whispered, backing away before full tilt running for the ladder that he clamored down earlier.
He was quick, but felt as though his feet were going to betray him at any time. The Silurian, he sensed, was starting to catch up. He scrambled for the rungs, feet slipping a bit as he started to climb. He felt mildly safer as he got about ten feet up, more so when he caught the Silurian noting his position on the ladder and seemingly deciding he wasn't worth the pursuit for now.
The Doctor made it to the top, staggering and struggling to pull himself up and out of the manhole as he heard the construction workers frantically telling anyone and everyone about the thing they saw. Bending over to allow his lungs to work instead of his respiratory bypass, the Doctor panted, scanning the crowd drawing near to find out what all the commotion was about. His eyes skimmed the people and did a double take as he found his loving wife standing beside their best friend not all that far from him.
Jack looked right through him, more focused on the construction workers and trying to hear what they had to say. Rose stood with her arms crossed, shaking her head, trying very hard to mask her amusement.
He staggered over, feeling more like his thousand year old self and not the young man he appeared to be.
"And here I was, about to take a lovely stroll with Jack, and we hear shouts about a monster in the tunnel. Come to investigate, and here you are in the thick of it. Can't leave you alone for a moment can I?" She asked, scolding with her voice alone.
"Apparently you cannot." He said, bending down to give her a quick kiss.
"Hey," Jack said, giving him a slight shove in the shoulder. "Hands off the blonde."
"Oi, Jack, that rule was only meant for you. And, decidedly, anyone who is not me." The Doctor frowned, tugging at the lapels of his jacket. "Last I checked, I could kiss her whenever I liked. Married her, after all."
Jack looked confused. Very confused. Immensely so as he looked from him to Rose.
"It's the Doctor, Jack." Rose said, placing a hand on Jack's arm. "He … he umm."
The Doctor's eyes went wide with understanding. "Oh! Oh, you're not from our time line. Well, you are, you're just not as far along in it as we are. Blimey, this could cause some problems, considering all the things you aren't supposed to know."
"You're the Doctor. Our Doctor?" Jack asked, looking him up and down. "Suppose I sorta see it in the jaw line. Maybe the nose."
"Oh, what is it with you lot and pointing all this out." The Doctor said as he touched his nose, feeling it. He really didn't think it was anything like his ninth self's predominate feature. Devilishly handsome this go around, not at all as harsh as he was back then. Nor was he overly pretty or skinny as he was he last time.
Honestly, what had Rose ever seen in him if it took this long to look this good?
"How about we head back to our home, maybe discuss the circumstances of everything in a more private setting?" Rose suggested.
"Yes, right-o, Rose. Clever as always. I'll fetch William, and we'll return to the house."
"The house?" Jack asked disbelieving.
"Explain on the way." Rose brushed it aside.
The Doctor didn't stick around for the expected teasing, and instead went off to find his butler and the carriage so they could sort out the mess they made with Jack. Or at least explain it. The sorting could come later, should come later, as right now the Doctor thought two immortals were better than one.
~DWDWDW~
"Hi, there. James Henrick." Jack immediately introduced himself as Jenny came to welcome them home.
It took everything in Rose not to snicker when Jenny simply curtsied, ignoring his offered hand entirely.
"Should I put some tea on, ma'am?" Jenny asked Rose as Jack shrugged and held his hands behind his back.
"Yes, I think we'll take it in the den again." Rose said as she handed Jenny her hat.
"Right away, ma'am." Jenny said as she hung Rose's hat and made for the kitchen.
Rose gestured for Jack to follow as the Doctor came up beside her and held her hand as they headed for their destination. Rose would glance over her shoulder, observing Jack take everything in silently.
Once they crossed the threshold of the den, the Doctor closed the door most of the way and whirled around on Jack. "James Henrick?"
"Time lines." Jack replied with a shrug.
"Henrick? Honestly, you're the one who starts up the department store where Rose and I eventually meet? Blimey, thought it was bad enough when we discovered you hosted our first date." The Doctor said, fingers going to his floppy hair and pushing it up in a manner like he would have in his previous body.
For a moment, Rose mused what it would have been like in his ninth body when his hair was so short.
"Wait … you guys met at Henrick's?" Jack asked, brow furrowing before he partly shouted. "You blow up my store?"
"I didn't know it was yours, I didn't even know you at that point." The Doctor retorted.
"And it seems that despite all we'd been through I still didn't know you. Not really. Heard the legends, but didn't know you could actually regenerate." Jack gestured at the Doctor's latest body.
"I'm going to have to lock away a few of these memories before we go." The Doctor warned apologetically, wringing his hands. "When we catch up to you in our proper time line you didn't know what I looked like, or about our marriage. You didn't even know Rose was still with me."
Jack narrowed his eyes. "Why's that?"
"It's an event best left undiscussed." Rose interjected quietly.
Jack looked as if he wanted to insist they talk about it but didn't press. A light tap sounded on the door, and it was gentle pushed open by a bashful looking Jenny. "The tea, ma'am. Included a few biscuits as well, as I know Doctor Smith enjoys them."
"Jenny, you're fantastic." The Doctor said with a wide grin as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
A peek at the tray has Rose quite surprised to find the biscuits looked quite a bit like Jammie Dodgers, though perhaps not quite as exact in shapes and sizes.
"Is there anything else I can get you?" Jenny asked as she set the tray on a nearby table.
"No, Jenny, thank you." Rose said kindly.
Jenny curtsied again, turned, and left. She shut the door tightly behind her, the click audible in the quiet room.
"So what exactly were you doing down there anyway?" Rose asked as she went to prepare the tea for her and her favorite men.
"Newspaper's exactly as I left it, have a look for yourself, Sweetheart." The Doctor said before stuffing a handful of cookies in his mouth.
Rose smirked at him. "Rude," she said before she turned her attention to the paper. Her brow furrowed as she read the headline that obviously would have caught the Doctor's eye. "Gruesome murder?"
"I've heard about those, been trying to do some investigating myself." Jack said as he came up beside Rose and delicately took the paper from her. "Alien?"
"Not technically," The Doctor said around the last remnants of his biscuits. He reached for the tea cup nearest to him, took a sip, and screwed his face up.
"Put too much sugar in again, didn't I?" Rose asked, cringing.
"A hundred year habit is hard to break," He replied. He did, however, set the cup down and got the extra one off the tray to fix himself a new cup. "And no, Jack, not technically alien. Ancient, but not alien. Silurian, a sorta reptile humanoid. They would say they're from the dawn of time, but they are, in fact, not. Were the first bipeds on Earth, though, so there is that."
"Have we ever encountered them before?" Rose asked, taking a seat and sipping her tea.
"Not you and I, no. I have, long time ago. Fifth self, I believe, was the last time I encountered any of them. Not the best memories of them. Not entirely hostile as a race, but not exactly kind to those who are not Silurian. But this one, it seems to be attacking those in the tunnel, and perhaps not for food. I'm not sure, I'm going to have to visit the city morgue to find out more."
"Think I may have to pass on that one," Rose grimaced before taking a sip of tea. "Really don't want to see what happens to those who cross it."
"I can go with you," Jack offered. "Been a while since I've been able to do anything that felt even remotely like an adventure."
The Doctor snickered. "Bet not. Alright, yes, you can come with me. We'll go tonight, late, likely after Rose goes to bed."
Jack turned and looked down at her with an amused grin. "Still need your beauty sleep after all this time?"
"How do you think I look so good for a hundred twenty-nine?" Rose asked with a wink. "Will you need to be informing your wife you won't be home?" She asked as she nodded toward his hand.
Jack smiled his patent smile. "No," He said bluntly. "She and I have a bit of a, shall we say, agreement after one night she caught me with the butler. If I don't come home, she just sort of shrugs it off."
"Lovely marriage you have, Jack." Rose said dryly.
"Hey, not all of us can marry handsome Time Lords with fantastic asses." He said, reaching over and giving the Doctor a smack on the rear.
The Doctor startled, shot his hips forward as if trying to avoid the already made contact, and fell over.
Rose looked down at the flailing, disoriented heap that was her husband on the floor, and snorted. "Perhaps not, but I'm sure she's much more graceful." She commented before taking a sip from her cup. "Will you be staying for tea?"
A/N: Thank you to all the readers, favoriters, followers, and reviewers.
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Thank you all for leaving word. I'm glad that bit of suggestiveness was fine, though don't expect a swing to the mature any time soon. I'm terrible at those.
I know that there's some deviation from character history here. I tried to work with the information I had while putting my own spin on it. Same goes with the London underground.
Until next chapter.