Well hello there.....um sorry that I just sort of left this for so long...well at least I'm updating right now so hurray! :)
I do not own Doctor Who or water-wings.
Thank you to all you lovely people who have reviewed, or did the little alerty thing - you are very helpful to my motivation to continue.
I think with this chapter I was trying to give you all very funny mental images (hence the powerhose...oh you'll see).
Last Time on DW: (hehe)
She stuck out her tongue but got back on topic anyway, "Well…I guess the only thing I want to add is that I really hope Mickey's not using water to wash the slime off-"
"Because that would re-hydrate the slime creature!" Jack realised, racing out of the room.
"Here we go again." Rose said allowing the Doctor to take her hand and help her off the stool.
They caught up to Jack in the main room trying to wrestle a power-hose from Mickey. Water was going everywhere. Rose sighed and tried not to laugh by burying her face in the Doctor's shoulder, he just shook his head marvelling at the 'stupid apes'. Martha covered her face with both hands. Suddenly water was raining down on them, Rose and Martha shrieked while the Doctor strode purposely over to the tap and turned off the water.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Mickey asked angrily, dropping his grip on the hose and wringing out his T-shirt.
Jack ignored him, dropped the hose to the grating and wandered over to inspect the wet slime. The Doctor walked calmly back and gestured to Rose, "Explain." He commanded before shaking his head gently and sending drops of water flying.
Rose glared at the order but turned to face Mickey as she walked backwards to examine the wall with Jack, "You were rehydrating the slime and Jack apparently forgot to use his words." She explained.
"And his head." The Doctor muttered sourly.
"Well, if you guys have it covered I'll go grab us some towels." Martha called over her shoulder as she walked out of the room not wanting to listen to any more arguing.
"What's the damage?" Rose asked Jack.
He glanced up and down the wall and rubbed a hand through his wet hair, "He managed to wet the lower half of the wall." He looked down at himself, "And honestly it wasn't worth getting soaked. Rosie, look at me." He gestured to his dripping clothes.
Rose studied him from top to toe and didn't think as she uttered, "But you look good though." Her eyes went wide and she shut them for a moment, when she opened them Jack's expression made her blush. "Oh, you know what I mean." She said dismissively, trying to move past it.
"I don't think I do, sweetheart." Jack said grinning dashingly at her, "Care to expand on that?" he asked running a hand through his wet hair.
"No." Rose said slowly and surely. She looked over Jack's shoulder and her eyes widened in surprise, "But I think we should move…now!" She grabbed his arm and began pulling him away from the wall as the Doctor walked closer to the wall a very determined look in his eyes.
Jack looked over his shoulder as he let Rose drag him away. The Doctor had the flamethrower. "Oh boy." He muttered. Stopping at a safe distance he looked at Rose, "I thought I locked that cupboard."
Rose drew her eyebrows together and looked at him exasperated, "Screwdriver, remember?" she sighed, "No door is safe. I really need someone to show me how to get a deadlock seal…" she trailed off. "…Be nice to Doctor-proof my cupboards, he gets into everything!" She whispered furiously.
"Right, this ends now." The Doctor called out to the slime "I've sacrificed enough time to this place. I do not work here." He blasted the flamethrower at the wall; flames licked hungrily at the slime. Jack and Rose squinted at the intensity of heat and light that rippled over to them, Rose sheltered under Jack's arm.
Eventually the roar of the flames stopped and it was silent. Rose peeked out and took in the situation; well Mickey was under the desk again but at least the slime looked very toasted. Jack's eyes were a little bugged out. "There, that takes care of that." The Doctor said with finality, throwing the flamethrower to the ground. "Come on Rose, time to go." He called impatiently. "If we stay here too long they're gonna make us sign something."
Rose frowned, "Doctor, we can't just leave. It's…Jack, it's not-"
"Not what? We. Don't. Stick. Around. They'll be fine." He lectured.
Rose turned under Jack's arm and they exchanged a look. Jack cleared his throat, "Um, Doc…we still have the restrained dinosaurs in the back there." He stroked Rose's arm, "Hey, I'll free one if I have to." He whispered to reassure her.
Rose rested her head on his shoulder and sighed, "Let's hope it doesn't come to that."
Martha tracked down Rose, Jack, Mickey and the Doctor arguing in Jack's office – well more accurately the Doctor and Jack arguing while Rose tried to placate them both and Mickey rolled his eyes. She handed a towel each to Rose and Mickey and threw the other two towels haphazardly, she mumbled something about collecting more slime samples and left them to it.
Sometime later Rose and Mickey stood outside waiting for Jack –who was coordinating the airlifting of the pterodactyls out of T3 by Cal's team. In fact, Cal had found it quite hilarious that they'd forgotten that they had a couple of dinosaurs they still needed to get rid of. Mickey glanced at Rose, "We could…" his voice faded off as he reconsidered.
"Make a run for it? Because he can't leave if he can't find me?" Rose finished for him, she chuckled dryly, "Or jack offered to lock him in a morgue draw. I was actually kind of touched that he offered." She smiled.
Mickey shifted his weight from foot to foot, "He'd catch up with us anyway." He admitted. Suddenly, he smirked "But the draw sounds like a good idea."
"Doesn't it just?" Jack drawled. He came to stand between then, holding up his mobile "Cal says they'll be here in forty minutes, it's a slow day. So who wants to get a coffee? My treat."
hmmm...thought it'd be nice if Rose, Mickey and Jack had some time to just be - so that's the next chapter. Oh poor Mick hiding under the desk! Can't you just picture it? Although I may be drawing on more of a Mickey S1 then later when he has some spine and is into the whole action hero thing....although the episode where Rose, Jack and the Doctor return to Cardiff to refuel the Tardis and then have to catch Margaret and Mickey's completely hopeless...well I love that. So there.
Oh, and my other stories....well it may be a little while til I can continue them (this one's easy as I'm way ahead of the posting but the others have to be written or are only half written -ie 'Days like this')...still lovely to receive reviews tho.