Beta'd by mcibb the great
Rose was in a bit of a fitful sleep. Maybe it was because she left a single lamp on for the Doctor's return. Or maybe it was because her bond with him was partially open for her own sanity, and the faint whispers were keeping her more awake than usual. There was also the lack of hum from the TARDIS, and it wasn't her bed. She wasn't used to sleeping in nightgowns, and, really, she could find dozens of reasons why she couldn't fall fully asleep. And when she did, she'd dream something that had her mind jolt back into awareness even if her eyes didn't open.
She heard the creak of the floorboards, but though nothing of it. Jenny or William moving about, the Doctor coming home, simple shifts in the structure of the home caused by the constant change in humidity. She rolled on her back, breathing deeply, trying to will herself to sleep.
The cold hand clamping down on her throat brought her to full awareness, the claws scratching her skin. As Rose's eyes sprang open, she was greeted with the sight of what could only be described as a lizard humanoid.
"You smell of him." She said, her voice giving away her gender when nothing else could be seen to determine it. "The alien that was down in the sewer. The stench of ape is all around me, but his was different. His was not of this world, and its uniqueness led me here to you." She reached up, stroked Rose's cheek with her free hand. "Such a pretty thing, you are. Even if you are one of them. A shame, really, that he's sullied you so much. You will, however, work as bait. You're his mate, that much is certain, and I have no doubt he will stop at nothing to come for you."
"Who said I needed him to save me?" Rose asked hoarsely, a smirk pulling at her lips.
As the lizard woman looked confused, Rose moved her legs quickly, thrusting up with all her hardly used strength and flinging the lizard woman across the room into the dresser. As she collided with it, a vase tumbled over and crashed to the ground. The lizard woman gathered her wits as Rose got off the bed, and what had to be the Silurian stared at her in disbelief before smiling wickedly.
"I like it rough." She hissed out.
"Not my type, mate." Rose countered, moving in a semi-circle while keeping her eyes on the other female.
"No, but you are mine." She countered, and Rose wasn't quick enough to dodge out of the way of her attacker when she leapt across the room.
Rose's head collided with the hardwood floor, making her see spots a moment before the Silurian was on top of her again. Knowing that she'd likely never be able to pull of the same move twice, Rose opted to roll them over, pinning the Silurian to the floor with her knees on the woman's shoulders while she attempted to pry the hands off her neck.
"I don't want to kill you," The Silurian said.
"Couldn't anyway." Rose croaked out, thrusting the palm of her hand down on the nose hard. The cartilage beneath the scaly skin was more pliable than Rose was expecting, but it still seemed to cause the woman pain. Rose was just out of her grip, barely out of her reach, when the woman recovered and looked ready to strike again.
A flash of a night dress came between them, and Rose looked up to watch Jenny spin-kick the Silurian back to the ground before fluidly pulling a sword from a scabbard. "Leave her alone." She said without fear.
Rose shifted, just a bit, to watch the Silurian get to her feet with a slow smirk. She stared down Jenny, and Jenny showed no fear as she held the weapon between her and the Silurian, ready to strike.
"Don't think your species will be spared because I let you live one more night." The Silurian said before darting away.
Rose moved to run after her, stopping at the doorway when it became clear the Silurian was gone.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" Jenny asked from behind.
"Yes, I'm fine." Rose said quickly.
"Please, let me see your neck." Jenny asked lightly taking Rose's arm and guiding her away from the door, shutting it behind them as she brought Rose into the drawing room. Jenny went about turning up the gas lights as Rose closed her eyes and focused her tired energy on her bond with the Doctor.
"We've had company." She said, sending him images of the attack.
She felt the bolt of pure rage that went through him before he said, "I'll be there in a moment."
Jenny's gentle touch made Rose open her eyes, the maid's fingers lightly caressing her neck. "Doesn't look too bad." Jenny said. "Barely tell she gripped ya. Strange thing, that creature."
"I'd like to know how a Victorian maid knows how to use a sword and seems to have a decent grasp on self defense." Rose countered with a tongue touched grin.
Jenny blushed, smiling as she turned away. "Had to, ma'am. No better way to insure my safety."
"The Doctor said he hired you as a bar maid, but that you were homeless otherwise. What happened?" Rose asked kindly, gesturing for Jenny to sit with her on the divan.
She did so, pulling her dressing gown a little more tightly around herself.
It had occurred to Rose then that she hadn't actually grabbed one in all the commotion. While the gown wasn't exactly revealing, she knew that it wasn't considered all that proper to be sitting there without the extra layer. Pulling a throw blanket off the back of the divan, Rose wrapped it around her shoulders while Jenny spoke.
"I was actually born in a fairly well-off family. But I was different, still am. They disowned me, cast me out."
"Why would they do that?" Rose asked gently.
Jenny blushed darker. "I was discovered, more than once, in bed with someone. Which would have been scandalous enough were it a man I was with."
"Oh," Rose said, and Jenny whipped her head up in utter terror. "Oh, Jenny, I don't care about that." She quickly reassured. "Neither would the Doctor, honestly. You know the friend we had over earlier?"
"Mister Henrick," Jenny nodded. "I've heard the stories in the pub. Many men speak fondly of him. Bit of shame there, too."
"Jack, er, Mister Henrick, has none of that." Rose said with a chuckle, hearing the door in the foyer open. "Speak of the devil."
"Rose," The Doctor rushed in first, heading right for her and scooping her up in a tight embrace. "Did it hurt you? Did you …?"
"No," Rose said, shaking her head as best she could. "No, was never that bad. Quite able to handle her, though Jenny helped as well."
"Thank you, Jenny," The Doctor said over her head before leaning back slowly and looking at Rose with confusion. "She?"
"The Silurian's a woman." Rose replied smirking. "Failed to notice that bit, did ya?"
"Well it's not like I make it a point to." He countered.
"Fish Vampires." Rose reminded him.
"Oi, that wasn't intentional! And … I was a bit lonely." His ears turned red as he looked away, then around the room. "Where'd Jack go?"
"He went toward the kitchen, sir." Jenny said, pointing in the general direction. "Just a moment ago."
The Doctor got back to his feet, and Rose left the room with him. She heard Jenny following them as they headed to where Jack would be, and the gasp that came from her as they entered the kitchen.
Rose clamped her hand over her mouth and turned her head to press it against the Doctor's arm. It didn't help, the image of what she saw was burned into her eyes.
Jack kneeling beside William the butler, his throat partially ripped away, skin shredded, and his body in a massive pool of blood.
"I think the Silurian wanted him silenced. Probably didn't realize you weren't home. Odd how it seemed to leave Rose and Jenny here unharmed, but ripped out this guy's vocal box."
"Yes," The Doctor said thoughtfully. "That is odd. Leaves the women relatively unharmed, but quick to slaughter the men. Any men. Or maybe it's a case of 'all the apes look alike', and she can't properly tell who is who. She can, however, pick out the men from the women. Down in the tunnels, she smelled male so she attacks male. But then comes the question of what led her here?"
"She, umm," Rose said, keeping her eyes closed as she cleared the sick feeling from her throat. "She said she could smell you. Knew you were something different."
"Begging your pardon, sir, ma'am, but I think we should ask for the police, the undertaker at least." Jenny suggested, sounding much more comfortable with the situation than Rose was.
"Yes, Jack, could you kindly go and do that, please? Take Jenny with you, if you'd like." The Doctor suggested as he put his arm around Rose, holding her closer to him.
She took a deep breath, hoping for that wonderfully familiar scent of her husband and wool, but caught the stench of blood and death in here as well. Her stomach churned, and she gritted her teeth.
"Are you sure you won't be in need of me, sir?" Jenny asked.
"No, we'll be fine."
Rose's heart pounded, and she clenched her eyes shut. She strained to hear, waited for the click of the front door, then bolted for the back. She'd only just made it to the edge of the back balcony before she vomited. Coughing, gasping for deep breaths of the cool night air, she didn't hear the Doctor coming up behind her. His presence was announced by the weight of his heavy jacket on her shoulders.
"You've never handled that well, have you?" He said softly, stroking her back.
"Someone having simply died, or shot or stabbed, those I can handle. Seeing someone ripped apart, no, never could, that. Seems worse the older I get, too."
"Possibly because you've died more." He said quietly, and Rose turned around to see the sadness in his eyes. "I tend not to make a fuss over it, partly because I've grown used to you bouncing back. But it's never gotten easier, just like time has had no effect on how quickly you recover."
"I hate to think what you must have to see sometimes." She said in a hushed tone as she put her hands over his hearts.
His mouth went into a line, a sheepish smile hiding in it even if there was no joy to his eyes. "I don't tend to look when it's bad like that. Not after …" He sighed. "I had nightmares as bad as those of the time war the first time I saw you … the explosion we set off to stop those Sontarans on Bouken. I watched you run back to try and save the dog. You and your big heart, always getting you into trouble. The aftermath of that …" He didn't need to say it. It was very much like when she had survived the fire the first time she realized she wasn't going to die until the Doctor did. She ached for days, but hid it as she always had.
"I wonder how Strax is doing?" She wondered out loud, the thought of the slightly odd Sontaran tied to those events.
"Last I checked on him, he was forced to work as nurse. Supposedly to restore honor to his clone batch. Not that that makes much sense since they were virtually all killed in that explosion. I think he does it more to restore his honor for himself. Odd potato, that one. I have a feeling he was considered mutated, which was why he wasn't there in the battle, asked to watch the command post."
"Mmm," Rose hummed in agreement before a yawn seized her.
The Doctor chuckled in his chest before placing a kiss on the crown of her head. "Go to sleep, Rose. I know you haven't had much rest this evening."
"What if she comes back?" Rose asked as she leaned her head on his chest between the placement of her hands.
"If she comes back, I'm sure you'll wake up. And I have dealt with Silurians without you." He teased gently before turning her and guiding her inside.
Rose allowed him to guide her up the stairs, tuck her into their bed. Neither bothered with cleaning up the vase, the Doctor simply kissing her temple. "I'll be right down stairs if you need me." He whispered, turning off the gas light she had running as he left. Rose could hear his heavy footsteps moving down the stairs, and then it was quiet.
She got up, moved to the bathroom, and rinsed out her mouth. After a quick use of the other facilities, she crawled back into the bed and closed her eyes. The Doctor mentally caressed her face, and she smiled in spite of herself. A second later a lovely melody came from the sitting room below. The harp, she determined. He played as if he'd done so every day; likely a remembered skill drudged up from the recesses of his mind. It was a lullaby, and she was quickly succumbing to its sound. One note sounded off, and the Doctor swore in Gallifreyan, mixing his words with English, or at least a translatable language. A string must have snapped on him. She giggled, but nothing more as the sleep she craved finally came over her.
~DWDWDW~
He glared at the harp, the broken string taunting him as he played the piano instead. Not quite so easy in this body, fingers not quite made for the task, but it wasn't as if he was trying to play in a concerto. He just wanted to give Rose a sort of white noise in place of the hum of the TARDIS. Nothing was quite the same as the old girl, of course, but the Gallifreyan tune adapted to the limited notes of Earth's instruments would have to do. Her mind had been in a dormant state for a while, but he didn't want to stop just yet.
He played, thinking about the Silurian, trying to understand what was happening with it. He knew that there were tribes of them living beneath the earth, knew they could be hostile but essentially preferred to stay hidden for the most part. So why was this one, particular female attacking those above?
"He's this way," He heard Jack say, having missed the door opening while he was so deep in thought. He listened now, hearing Jack lead the three people he brought toward the kitchen, and the lighter foot of Jenny coming toward him.
"Had another death this evening just as the workers were leaving the underground." She said, and he stopped playing. "Took'em a bit to be able to come see us. Gave'em my statement and … Mister Harkness told them you were with him." She said that last part very softly. The Doctor looked up to see Jenny holding her hands in front of her, looking meaningfully at him. "He's not who he says he is, is he?"
"Never has been," The Doctor smiled slightly. "But he is a dear friend of mine and Rose."
"He's a bit ridiculous." She said thoughtfully, making the Doctor laugh.
"Yes, he can be that." The Doctor agreed before sobering. "And how are you, Jenny? You seem to be taking all this in stride."
Jenny barely seemed to ponder before she replied, "She wasn't all that strange, sir, except that she wanted to hurt your wife. Not that I think she'd have had much affect." It was then that Jenny grew nervous. "I saw the bruises on her neck when I first went to your room." She said, and the Doctor swallowed nervously as he reached up and touched his own throat. "They were practically gone by the time I had a proper look at them. She's not …."
"No," The Doctor replied to the unasked question.
"Neither are you?"
His lips twitched up. "No." He replied simply, and Jenny nodded. "Rose is asleep, you should be, too." He said, gesturing for the stairs.
Jenny, curtsied. "Alright. Goodnight, sir."
"Doctor," He said as she started walking away. He shrugged. "It's my name."
Jenny nodded, more confused by that than anything else that transpired, and then went upstairs.
The Doctor waited until the police left, all three of them murmuring about how they were sure they'd never figure it out, especially if everyone keeps saying it was a lizard, and once they were gone he stood up. Jack entered the sitting room, looking around. "That thing came into your home." He said simply.
"Actually, she came into my temporary residence." The Doctor countered, standing and crossing the room and stopping in front of Jack. "You've been quiet most of the night. Not sure what to think of that, what with the game station having happened years ago for me. You've been and will continue to be a very big part of our lives, Jack, but I don't know how to handle this you."
Jack stared him down, turning the cold gaze he had on the walk to the morgue earlier. Jack never said a thing, which the Doctor had found odd at the time but, didn't give much mind to it. Now he did, now he saw something familiar in Jack's eyes.
"You abandoned me up there." Jack said quietly.
The Doctor sighed. "Yes, I did." He said regretfully. "I was wrong to do so. Even if my reasons had seemed valid to myself, it hardly meant I was being fair to you. But if there is one thing you must understand it's that Rose was in danger and I had to get her away."
"You sent Rose away, how could you …?"
"You know how Rose said there was a crucial event she doesn't want to talk about? How she came back to me, to us, is an event like that for me."
Jack puffed his chest, his blue eyes trying to pierce the green eyes before him. Whatever Jack saw caused him to relax, nod, and avert his gaze. "I'm going to have to forget this, aren't I?"
The Doctor nodded sadly. "I'll have to lock the memories away, yes. I'll set them to unlock a certain time frame after the last time Rose and I saw you, just to be safe. I won't take them away completely, you've already had that happen before."
Jack chuckled. "Yeah." He said.
The two men stayed silent for a moment. "I had another room made in case Jenny, our Jenny, was to stay with us."
"Your Jenny?" Jack asked suspiciously.
"Well, going to have to lock the memory away anyway. Yes, our Jenny. Our daughter, Rose's and mine."
Jack smiled licentiously. "Didn't have any issues with the whole cross-species thing, then?"
"Get some sleep, Jack." The Doctor said sternly. "Tomorrow we should head down into the underground, face this Silurian and insure that she doesn't hurt anyone else."
"We? Not bringing Rose?"
"Of course we're bringing Rose. Now, to bed!" The Doctor pointed toward the top level.
Jack sighed, then headed up stairs.
The Doctor smirked, shook his head, and returned to the piano. He resumed his gentle playing, losing himself in thought and the pleasant dream Rose's mind was playing for the evening.
~DWDWDW~
Rose followed her husband and her best mate through the underground tunnel, a 21st century torch in hand to give a bit more guidance to her simple human eyes.
"Should have made a few enhancements this go around." She murmured to herself.
"Don't even joke," The Doctor snapped, not even trying to be quiet or discreet. "I wasn't kidding when I told you not to do it again."
"Do what again?" Jack asked.
"Was hardly going to put her or myself through that again for night vision," Rose snapped back. "Just saying I was so focused on time lines, and saving your arse, to really even give myself a moment."
"What are you two going on about?" Jack asked.
"You'll find out soon enough," The Doctor said absently. "We're approaching where the last worker was killed." He added, slowing up a touch. Rose passed Jack and was beside the Doctor in an instant, shining the light down the corridor.
"You really think I'd be waiting down there?" The Silurian asked, and Rose moved swiftly to stand between her and the Doctor. "Following you was easier."
"What's your name?" The Doctor asked.
The Silurian smiled. "You wish to know your killer's name? How wonderfully civil of you. I'm Vastra. And you?"
"I'm the Doctor."
"And what species are you and your … mate?" She asked, looking them both over and lingering a little longer on Rose. "Your friend has the stench of an ape, but you two are different."
Rose ignored the inquisitive arch of Jack's brow.
"I'm a Time Lord." The Doctor replied. "Rose is human, for the most part." He said like an afterthought. "But enough about us, Vastra, where are the rest of your tribe?"
Vastra fidgeted, grief flashing in her eyes. "Killed."
"How?" The Doctor asked.
At that, Vastra's gaze turned cold. "Humans."
"What happened?" Rose asked, slowly moving toward Vastra. She seemed to choose to look at Rose over either the Doctor or Jack.
"I was awoken by an explosion. My … sisters, and I, were intending to sleep through the human race's existence. My original hope was that perhaps a meteor had caused another mass destruction, but the smell was unmistakable. When you are a warrior such as I am, you tend to be able to recall the tangy scent that precedes the death of your enemies. I went to investigate, found the bodies of those I loved, and living, breathing humans nearby without a care. They … they brutally murdered them in their sleep!"
"They didn't know." The Doctor assured softly. "Humans in this century think themselves the only sentient species."
"Then they are ignorant!" Vastra snapped.
"Yes," Rose said, and Vastra's face softened as she spoke. "Believe me, I know. Weren't for the Doctor, I'd never believe in aliens, or even begin to understand what all is out there in the Universe. But maybe, instead of eatin' 'em, you could help them? Could go above."
Vastra scoffed. "Why would I want to live among them?"
"We could help you find the other tribes." The Doctor offered.
At that, Vastra looked sad again. "There is a reason why I said that it was only females here."
"You guys were forced out," Jack said with realization. "Because you wouldn't mate."
"We weren't good for the tribe." Vestra turned her nose up at Jack.
"Not much is different up there," Jack said with a slight nod of agreement.
"You all seem to think I'm just going to join the world run by apes." Vastra mused.
"Do you really want to live down here if you don't have to?" Rose asked, gently placing a hand on Vastra's cool, scaly skin. She stared into Vastra's green eyes and smiled kindly. "Don't think it's in you to kill just to kill. Got kind eyes, you do. Imagine if you hadn't woken to find the others dead, you wouldn't have hurt those men."
Vastra smirked, "That's debatable. One spoke of his female companion as if she were property for his free use."
Rose shrugged, "Alright, maybe one of them deserved it. But you're kind at heart, Vastra. You know it was an accident, now. Can you really keep killing?"
"I do have to eat," She reminded Rose gently, covering her hand with her cold one.
"Well, someone likes you. Not a surprise she attacked in the bedroom, then." The Doctor mused through the bond, and it made Rose smile a slight bit.
"Plenty of criminals and murderers I'm sure the authorities wouldn't mind magically disappearing." Jack suggested.
"Jack," The Doctor warned.
"I'm with him on this one," Rose said over her shoulder. She then turned to Vastra. "Come with us to the surface. Stay with us, see what human civilization is like. If you don't enjoy it, the Doctor and I will find you a place to go."
Vastra looked Rose over. "The clothing looks horrendously uncomfortable."
"It's not the greatest." Rose admitted. "But no one said you had to conform."
"And the humans?" Vastra asked. "How will the apes react?"
"Admittedly, you may wish to conceal your physical identity." The Doctor said sheepishly. "At least when out of the house. It will allow them to be a bit more receptive."
"You're an advanced species." Jack added. "In comparison to what you're used to, it's primitive and backwards, but you'll adjust. Take it from someone from the future."
"It would be a better life." The Doctor said. "You can be among others, even if they are not your kind."
Vastra seemed to consider this, glancing around the tunnel. Rose didn't want to mention that her arm was getting heavy, Vastra having not let go of her hand against the Silurian's cheek. After a moment, Vastra's shoulders sagged with a sigh. "Where would I live if it would take the world some time to adjust to my presence?"
Rose smiled. "I know just the place."
~DWDWDW~
When they returned to 13 Paternoster Row, Jenny's initial reaction to Vastra's presence was to find a weapon.
"It's okay," Rose reassured her.
"She killed William."
"William, as you say, tried to kill me." Vastra countered, eyeing Jenny over with a smirk. "But I remember you. You have … spirit."
"Jenny, here, is our maid." The Doctor introduced with a coy grin. "And yours if you wish to keep her in your employment."
"My employment?" Vastra asked.
"Yes." The Doctor said, reaching in his pocket and handing Vastra a key. "We planned to only be here a couple days. Jenny has already been paid a very handsome sum to stay and keep the house up in what we assumed would be a long absence. I built the house for Rose, but I'm sure she …."
"It was an unusual gift, even for him." Rose cut the Doctor off and reassured Vastra. "And to be honest, I'm not sure either of us would have been able to stay still another day or two."
"We'll stay a couple more days," The Doctor assured. "And then we'll leave you. If you ever need us," He said, pulling his sonic out of his jacket and pointing it to the nearby telephone. The whir punctuated the silence, and when he was done, he put his sonic away with a clumsy flourish. "Press 8. It will be a direct line to Rose's phone, and we will be here as soon as possible."
"Your kindness is … overwhelming, considering I attacked your mate, among other things." Vastra pointed out.
"You're the last of your tribe, lost all those you love. I know how that sits in the heart. But, I also know that, while it can never be properly replaced, it can be soothed over. With time, and the right companions."
With that, Vastra gave a slight grin.
"Come upstairs, ma'am." Jenny said to Vastra warmly. "Let's get you changed and cleaned up."
~DWDWDW~
"We'll come by to visit as often as we can." Rose said as she embraced Vastra on the front step of the house. "We'll being our Jenny along, and River as well. I'm sure both girls would love to meet you."
"I look forward to it, Rose. And thank you, to both you and the Doctor. I believe I may just be in your debt. If you hadn't sought me out, spoken to me."
"It was our pleasure." The Doctor replied. "Truly. My past with Silurians is a little mixed."
"And will I be expecting calls from you as well, Jack?" Vastra asked.
"If you'd like me to," Jack said with a cheeky grin, picking up Vastra's hand and giving it a kiss with a wink.
"As I have said many times, Captain," She said with a sigh. "I'm not interested in your kind."
"But only because I'm male, right?" He asked. Vastra merely grinned at that.
With a few last goodbyes, the three of them left the estate, shutting the gate behind them. Jack walked with them back to the TARDIS, and as they arrived at the blue box, he looked utterly melancholy.
"I wish I could leave with you now." He admitted, stroking the panels. "But you have to blur my memories instead."
The Doctor shifted. "Blur, yes. But … you once said you were trying to find a me that coincided with you. I won't allow you to forget you met us here, but the details, I'm going to have to fog them. The event that Rose didn't wish to speak of took place a year after game station, it's plenty of time for us to have logically come across you."
"When I first arrived here I ventured to Cardiff. Have a house there that I stay at on occasion when I want a break from being James Henrick. Christmas eve I saw you two walking down the road, Rose was all dressed up, and you were looking at a newspaper. I called your name, you glanced around, looked at me. There was no recognition there, not a bit. Even Rose's glance skirted over me. It was a very harsh reality that I may have to wait out my time, hoping I would see you two again." He snorted. "It oddly never occurred to me that I could find you long after you found me." He said with a bit of sadness. He turned toward the TARDIS, gave her a pat, then turned to Rose. "See you soon, I hope." He said as he pulled her into a tight embrace before kissing her firmly on the lips.
"I'm sure you will." Rose said, swallowing past the sad lump in her throat.
Jack then turned to the Doctor, gave him and embrace and kiss as well. "Don't keep me waiting." He said firmly, and the Doctor merely smiled sadly.
"Stand like this, Jack." He said as he guided their friend to stand with his back to the TARDIS. Jack did as he was told, though Rose couldn't see his face to read his expression anymore. The Doctor put his fingers on Jack's temples, then closed his eyes.
Rose watched them, keeping quiet and closing her bond so she wouldn't enter Jack's mind by proxy. A moment later, Jack stumbled.
"You alright, Mate?" The Doctor asked, shifting his hands to Jack's shoulders and smiling widely.
"Sorry," Jack said. "James Henrick," He added in that very flirty way, and it took everything Rose had not to make a sound. She sucked her lips in to prevent herself from smiling, trying to stifle the threatening snort.
"Late," The Doctor replied. "Maybe another time." He said with a wink and patted Jack on the shoulder.
Jack only watched the Doctor walk away so far as if something prevented him from turning enough to see the TARDIS. Without another word, Jack took off.
"Inside, quick." The Doctor said, snapping his fingers.
The doors opened, and he guided Rose inside quickly. He shut the door behind him, and ran for the console. He sent them into the vortex just as Rose came up to stand beside him, looking at the monitor.
Jack was running toward them, but she knew it wouldn't be like their reunion in Cardiff. He was too far away, already mostly gone.
"I set a trigger that once he rounded the corner, he'll have realized he saw the TARDIS," The Doctor explained. "He won't remember my face, sorta substitute it with the one he knew. At least until that awkward dinner at the Smiths' where Mickey blabbed that Martha was pregnant and I mistakenly said 'again'." He said once they were finally in the Vortex. A couple seconds later, Rose's phone rang from where it sat on the console. "And that's likely our dear Captain now, ready to tell me off." The Doctor mused as he removed his top hat and mussed his hair
Rose reached for her phone, frowning at what she'd seen on the screen. "'S not Jack." She said before answering. "Hello?"
"Rose, it's Rory. Amy's missing."
A/N: I had to give these guys at least a small amount of backstory.
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I couldn't resist bringing Jack in. I adore him, and realized that I don't bring him in enough (which is why he's back so quick after Pandorica. And he'll be back again later).
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