I don't own DW, and that's as straight forward as I can make it.
*nervous laugh*...I wonder if anybody still cares that I'm updating after so long...
Would have done sooner but uh...unfortunately the large space Doctor Who used to take up in my life has been shanghaied by Merlin (Arteme knows what I'm talking about.)...I know, I'm sorry too. But it's really good this series...OR this could just be one of the stages of grief (denial)...No NO I'm PRETTY sure Merlin's fantastic. Watch it, I dare you.
Last time on Doctor Who: (OMG, I'm so sorry I left this for MONTHS!)
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."
"That's right take advantage. I noticed you ordered half the menu." Jack said giving Rose a wry smile.
They'd taken a quick walk to a diner nearby and been in time to join the breakfast rush; the aroma of pancakes, toast and croissants had enveloped them as soon as they'd stepped in. They'd chosen a booth in the back – with a great view of the river – Rose seated near the window, Jack beside her and Mickey sitting across from the two of them.
Rose had borrowed one of Jack's shirts to wear over her purple singlet (as her T-shirt by that time had a little slime, a little ash and was a little damp) – she wasn't game enough to go back to the Tardis to grab something else, it would be just like the Doctor to take off – she'd also put her hair up into a pony tail to keep it out of her face.
Mickey had changed his red T-shirt to a green one; using one of the spares he'd quickly learnt to keep around when working at Torchwood.
Jack too had had little problem selecting something dry and clean from his office; Rose had talked him into wearing a black and white Rolling Stones T-shirt he hadn't known he'd even owned under a navy blue military style coat.
"Hey, you offered to pay." She replied cheekily, "Not too smart of you to take us out after a mornin' like that at breakfast time."
"Yeah, you owe me after trying to tackle me for the hose." Mickey scowled, "Not to mention makin' me clean it up when it was your fault. I am not your bleedin' cleaning woman."
"Yeh, stop pickin' on Mickey just coz he's the new guy." Rose said choosing a side with a glare at Jack.
"Okay, okay, I surrender." Jack laughed holding up both hands to stop them. He looked at them out of the corner of his eye, "I…may have been a little bit…unfair." He admitted with a mock-sober expression. Rose gave him a little shove and Mickey kicked him under the table. "Ow." He exclaimed with a pout. "I surrendered and admitted I was wrong what more do you people want from me?"
Rose ran her tongue over her teeth looking at Mickey, "He's right, what do we want?"
Mickey got a thoughtful expression trying to think of something, Jack sat up a little straighter. "Hey, hey, hey. Wait a minute I'm not askin' for a list of demands here. I do not negotiate with my frienemies." He shook his head a little regretfully, "Sorry, that's just my policy."
"'Frienemies'?" Rose giggled.
"Could you get any cheesier?" Mickey asked, rolling his eyes.
A waitress arrived at their table carrying their sizable order, all three leapt in to help her set it down and she gave them a grateful smile as she put down the bill and walked back behind the counter. Rose had ordered for all of them; she'd chosen: six slices of toast –with jam, marmalade, and peanut-butter to choose from, six buttermilk pancakes – with butter and maple syrup, three bowls of porridge –with winter berries and honey, a plate of cheese croissants, black coffee (for jack), a cappuccino (for Mickey) and a pot of tea (for her, the Doctor had got her addicted).
"Rose." Jack scolded looking at everything on the table.
"Hey, we can do this. We just have to work together." She assured confidently, starting to cut her pancakes into bite-sized portions.
Mickey's stomach growled. "Hey, I'm with Rose on this one. I feel like I haven't eaten in weeks." He dived in taking a big gulp of his cappuccino and a handful of toast.
Jack sipped some coffee and shrugged, "I'll admit that porridge looks pretty good, how'd you know I was craving that." He smiled, sliding the bowl closer to himself and picking up a spoon.
"I can't help it you're predictable, Captain." Rose claimed through a mouthful of pancake. She reached over and grabbed some toast before Mickey could scoff it all, liberally spreading jam on it before taking a big bite. "Mmmm…"
They ate in happy silence for a few minutes. Jack finished off his coffee and poured Rose a cup of tea, making it the way she liked it. She nodded in thanks. Mickey finished off the toast and started in on the croissants. Rose finished her pancakes and began on another plate, sliding more porridge towards Jack who happily started on a second bowl.
Rose's phone rang once she'd finished her second plate, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and checked the id. "Guess who?" she asked Jack and Mickey with a grin. They shook their heads, pretending to look puzzled. She flipped it open, "Hello." She greeted cheerfully.
"Well someone sounds happier, what's got into you, then?" The Doctor asked.
"A good breakfast." She replied dryly.
"It's always food with you."
"I'm sorry that you find me needing proper meals distasteful."
"Not distasteful just…amusing." The Doctor corrected.
"Are you calling for any particular reason?" She asked, stealing some berries from Jack's porridge. He was too slow to stop her and gave her a brooding look, shielding his bowl from any more attacks. Rose's tongue peeped out the corner of her mouth as she grinned.
"I was bored."
Rose rolled her eyes, "Okay…" She said slowly. She took a sip of tea, "still trying to work out how that's my problem."
The Doctor made a choking sound, "Well, excuse me. I'm so sorry to bother you. I'll just let you get on with it-"
Rose laughed, "Wait. Wait. I'm sorry, please don't hang up." Mickey made an exaggerated pouty face at her from across the table, Jack chuckled and Rose bit her lip holding back a smile.
"Fine." The Doctor said haughtily. "I was just wandering where you were. Presently I am standing exactly were you should be."
"Should be?" Rose repeated. "Well I'm not sure I'm supposed to be standing anywhere." She paused so he could absorb that, "Presently I'm having a lovely breakfast with Mick and Jack." She made a face "It's been wonderful watching Mickey inhale toast, it's been too long." Mickey stuck his tongue out.
"So, you're off sharing a meal with your mates while I twiddle my thumbs?" He asked disbelievingly.
"That sounds about right. But you don't have to twiddle your thumbs, I'm sure Martha could use some help." Rose suggested.
Jack snatched the Phone from Rose's hand, "Listen Doc, we'll be back soon. We have to come back to help load up the dinosaurs. So, could we continue our breakfast in peace, please?" Rose took the opportunity to drink some more tea and start eating some porridge before it got too cold, savouring the sweet berries.
Jack listened for a moment and pursed his lips, "I'm not telling you where we are." He listened. "If you trace this call- Doctor, don't make me take out the sim card." He threatened. He listened. "Because we're having a nice breakfast, and you have a habit of…uh-"
"Bringing chaos down on those around you." Mickey quipped, pouring his own cup of tea. Rose kicked him under the table and motioned for him to shut up.
Jack put his hand over the speaker and waved at Mickey to be quiet, "We'll see you when we get back- Yes, we'll be back in twenty. Goodbye." He hung up, turned the phone over, pulled off the back and pulled out the sim card. He put the phone back together and handed it back to Rose, "I don't trust him." He said smiling grimly.
She sighed then started giggling, soon they were all laughing. Their lives were perfectly ridiculous.
I really adore writing fluff...
*Sigh* now if I could finish this story instead of running through imaginary Merlic fic situations in my head that would be GOOD.
Thanks for waiting, or coming back, or reading it for the first time....hmmm, I might put up another chapter just because I've been so neglectful - if I can find it...But I can, I know I can!