Standing on the edge of the lake she argued with her father, who was acting like a child if she did say so herself.

"Now," she pointed to the grass beside her.

"No," he stuck out his bottom lip. "I'm a boat."

She rubbed her hand down her face, feeling more than a little frustrated. She had maybe five minutes of hold left on her own mind and she would rather that he wasn't in a body of water when she let it slip

"One," she raised her voice, adopting a tone of mother. If he was going to act like a child then she would make him obey.

He stood up, the water only up to his knees though he had been splashing around in it like it was deep, and crossed his arms. "I don't have to."

She ignored him. "Two…you don't want me to get to three young man."

He was watching her, sizing up the situation, and then with a flick of his tongue between his lips he moved to leave the water. If she remembered this she was going to remind him that she had just convinced the Oncoming Storm to do something by counting.

She giggled and he grinned at her, suit soaking but he was on land again. She wiped the pollen off of her arm, and licked her wrist tasting the chemicals coursing through her. About half an hour left of the delusions, then the truth. She probably didn't want to be mentally around for that.

"All right," she raised her voice, hoping the tone of authority would work as well on the other two as it had on the Doctor. "We are going back to the TARDIS now!"

"TARDIS smardis," the Doctor mumbled from her side.

She turned to him, only to receive a hand full of grass in the face from Jack. "Grass fight," he shouted bending down to get more.

The Doctor looked like Jack had just presented him with cake…banana cake… and bent down to get his own handful. The only good thing that came from it was that Donna left her 'friend' and decided to join in.

Grace sighed, and let herself go. What was the point, she couldn't fight it forever.

DW

The Doctor lay down beside Jack on the grass spreading his arms and legs and then hopped up to see his creation. It didn't look like anything, except to him it was a perfect grass angel.

"Donna," he shouted, too loudly. "Come look what I made for you."

Donna skipped over to him, actually skipped, and looked down. "Oh, it wonderful. Thank you so much." She reached up and grabbed the Doctor's face and pulled him into her for a kiss.

There was a LOT of tongue involved and Grace sighed loudly. "Jack…I want a kiss."

Something in the Doctor's brain told him that he should say something at this point but he couldn't figure out what it was. He let Donna go and gave Jack and Grace a look, trying to remember why he didn't want them to kiss, and it wasn't until Jack pulled Grace close to him that he thought of it.

"No!"

Grace and Jack looked at him, "No, what?" Jack asked, still leaning in towards Grace.

"No," the Doctor insisted. "Just no."

All right, so he didn't completely understand, but he knew that no was the correct word and he was sticking with it. Donna was nodding like she agreed.

Jack gave him a shrug and then let go of her and dropped to one knee. "Will you marry me, Grace Elizabeth Noble?"

The Doctor watched Grace, thinking suddenly of tackling Jack and shoving grass in his face. Not to hurt him of course, just to make him back away from his daughter.

"No," this time it was Donna who spoke. She spun around and dropped down to mimic Jack's posture in front of the Doctor. "Doctor, will you marry me?"

The Doctor giggled. "Of course I will, and then we can dance. Cause I like to dance, especially when you do that…."

The next thing the Doctor knew he was lying on the ground with Grace sitting on top of him shaking her head. "No, no dancing. It's icky."

"But I thought…." Jack was pouting.

The Doctor tried to think but couldn't. He just nodded to Grace somehow certain he didn't want her dancing with Jack or anyone else. "Icky."

She seemed satisfied and climbed off of him and Donna moved to help him up. He opened his mouth to speak when he felt something in his mind shift. Oh, no. Fre pollen.

And if he could understand that, he looked at the others, which meant that he had already experienced the first stage. And now they were entering the second. He had to get them back to the TARDIS now. He was vaguely aware that Grace had been trying that before.

"TARDIS," he announced, trying to keep his words few. It may make you tell the truth, but if you didn't speak then you didn't have to be honest.

They were looking at him carefully and he knew by the way their pupils suddenly dilated that they too had slipped into stage two. He could only hope that they would try to keep their mouths shut. He suspected they all held plenty of things that the others didn't really want to hear.

And he also knew that if you started, it was very hard to stop talking.

"I love the TARDIS," Grace told him with a smile.

Well at least that was a good truth, but he tried to warn her with his eyes. She understood, he knew that, but it was so hard to fight the minds desire to spill all.

"I like you," Jack told her with a smile the Doctor didn't care for.

This wasn't a fun stage. To have control of your mind, but not your words and knowing when you said something that you shouldn't have.

"I like you too," Grace told him. "You're my best friend, Jacky Jack."

"I want to do things with you that your father wouldn't approve of," Jack told her and then looked at the Doctor holding up his hands in surrender.

"Jack," the Doctor glared.

Donna took the Doctors hand, "Let's go back to our room," Donna told him.

The Doctor looked down at her. They had a healthy drive, he could admit that, but he couldn't…wouldn't…come on mind you can do this. "And have sex?" He failed.

Donna nodded.

Grace made a noise that resembled vomit. "I knew this was going to happen."

"That's how we made you," Donna told her, as if Grace didn't know. "I remember it well; we had a fight about who ate the last banana muffin. And then the next thing I know we are on top of the kitchen table."

Grace held up her hand, humming loudly while Donna finished her story. "Please tell me we have a new table."

"We cleaned it," the Doctor supplied.

"I eat breakfast there."

"I ate there," the Doctor told her before he could stop himself. His poor child, he could only hope these memories vanished during the sleep stage.

Grace made a face. "I'm never going to get that thought out of my head."

"I could eat there," Jack told Grace with a wink.

"Father," she told Jack with a head gesture.

"I know," Jack nodded. "I can't stop."

"TARDIS," the Doctor repeated, hoping to get them moving and then into separate rooms. Especially Grace and Jack and he would be locking the doors.