"Daddy," Grace spoke, so close, just a few steps from the TARDIS.

"Yes?"

"Sometimes I tell the TARDIS to make your room pink," she didn't make eye contact.

Donna stopped, "I should have known it was you, and you Doctor," she slapped his arm lightly. "Telling me that it must be some secret desire in my heart, because deep inside I'm just a softie…oh and what did you say…something about hidden dreams of being a princess?"

"I didn't know," the Doctor held up his hands. "I was just trying to help explain why the walls had suddenly gone pink."

Grace was giggling, and the sound itself made the Doctor take pause. She sounded like his little girl again, even Donna stopped. It had been a while since she had been forced to be the worst part of a Time Lord and though she was better this was the first real laugh.

"Sorry," she mumbled, and if it hadn't been for the fact that she couldn't lie, the Doctor would have thought she wasn't.

Jack was laughing too, and Donna turned and glared. "You said something about eating that involved my one and only child, do you think you should be pushing your luck?"

Jack shook his head, and though the laughing ceased on the surface his body shook with the effort.

"You didn't complain when I was your prince, I remember well, you were all 'oh my prince, you have come to rescue me. Let me ravish you in thanks."

Grace stopped laughing, abruptly. "There is no where that the TARDIS can put my room that will be far enough away from you two after all this sharing."

"I know," the Doctor told her, he was very sorry, but there wasn't anything that he could do about it.

The Doctor unlocked the TARDIS door, and they all piled inside. He started to walk up to the console, but Grace was already piloting, apparently even more eager than him to get away from the group.

"All right, separate ways, I think," the Doctor said.

"I'd really rather stay with Grace," Jack told the Doctor.

"I'm sure you would, but I'm afraid if you did, I would toss you out in space."

"Seems fair," Jack nodded.

The Doctor was glaring, he knew what was coming, but as a father it was his job to keep his daughter away from wandering hands as long as possible. And speaking of wandering hands, Donna was pinching his butt. He was fairly sure that the pollen only worked on speech but just in case, it was time to go away from his child.

"Donna," he reached back and pried her hand off of him. "In a minute, I promise you can touch as much as you like."

"Good, I'm going to hold you to that," she muttered, her tone dropping to his special, only in the bedroom, voice. Not the in front of the daughter who will surely be scarred for her very long life if they didn't stop.

"I'm going to bed," Grace mumbled. "I hope I forget all of this. I better forget all of this."

"Yes," the Doctor agreed, moving to follow her, only for the sake of making sure that Jack didn't join her.

She opened her door, and looked at the three of them in the hall. "Go to bed," she instructed, sounding like the parent in this case. "I don't want to know what you do, but I want to remind you that you have about fifteen minutes until the sleep hits so…you know…don't do any acrobatics."

She made a face, at her own words.

"Right," the Doctor nodded. "In you go."

"Are you going to sonic my door?"

"Yes," he told her, very plainly with a strong glare to Jack, whose eyes were starting to droop.

"Doctor?" Donna's voice was still low, but it was being clouded with drug induced drowsiness.

"I know," he told her and waved at Grace, "In…I don't fancy sleeping in the hallway.

Grace slipped inside, the Doctor fumbled with his screwdriver. His eyes were closing even as he aimed it, but he was fairly certain that it worked. He grabbed Donna's hand, hoping that she would keep moving her feet forward. He had no problem carrying her, but he could barely move himself at this point.

He had just enough of him left to insure that Jack made it to his room safely, though he couldn't be bothered locking his door as well. It wasn't as if Jack would be awake in the next twenty hours or so.

The Doctor stumbled into the room, slipping off his shoes. "Shoes, Donna. Hurry."

She did as he said, if he had energy he would try to mark down this occasion as the second time in their history she listened without a word otherwise, but as it was he grabbed her to him, wanting her near him even in sleep, and they fell onto the bed. Sleep overcame them easily, and he was thankful.

DW

Grace groaned, and ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth. Her mouth was dry, and she had to pry her eyes open. As her mind filled in the blanks as best as it could, it supplied her Time orientated brain with the knowledge that she had been sleep for nineteen hours fifty eight minutes.

She looked up at the ceiling, her head aching to the point she suspected that if Time Lords could get drunk…which technically they could it just took more alcohol then most had the patience to drink…that the hangover would feel like this.

She heard a groan next to her, and she froze…oh…this couldn't be good.

"Morning," Jack's voice made its way to her ears.

Oh…bad…so, so, so, bad. "Jack?"

"Yes?" He sounded very groggy and probably didn't see the problem yet.

"You are in my bed…" she looked around the room to confirm that it was him that came to her, not the other way around. "In my room, in my bed."

She felt him shift, "So I am."

Really, Jack…still not getting it.

"Jack, did we…what are you wearing under the covers Jack?"

He took in a sharp inhale. There you go, Jack.

She watched him lift the covers, but made absolutely no attempt to peek…well…mostly no attempt.

"Boxers," he answered softly. "You?"

She looked, and she had to admit that he didn't try to see. At least he had a little self control. At least she was wearing something she supposed. "I don't want to talk about it. Jack did we…dance?"

He seemed to be thinking, probably hard with the fuzziness of the leftover pollen. "No, you would remember."

"Right, because your amazing, I'm sure. Now isn't the time to be cocky."

He beamed, and she fought the smile that was rising. "It's morning. I can't exactly help it."

"Bad joke," she told him. But she laughed a little, on the inside. But she was much too dignified to share that fact.

"I know. But really, Grace, love. I don't think so. I must have stumbled in here, and we fell asleep."

She nodded. "Right, that must be it. What do you remember of yesterday?"

He shook his head. "Not much…fairly certain I proposed."

She remembered that very clearly…but fortunately the rest of the thoughts seemed to be blurred. The TARDIS hummed at her and she thought maybe she was being shielded from bad memories.

"Thanks beautiful," she spoke to the TARDIS, before turning on her side, making sure to keep the covers up over her. "Yes, I think so. Jack, my parents are awake."

Jack nodded but didn't move, watching her.

"Jack, um, you aren't wearing anything but boxers, and I'm not wearing…enough."

Jack winked. "Yeah, I know."

"The Doctor, Jack. He is up and you are almost naked in my bed!"

Panic filled his features, and he stumbled out of the bed. His boxers were TARDIS blue and he wore them well, but now was not the time to focus on that.

"Don't let him kill me, Grace."

He searched the room for anything to pull on but found nothing.

"Just hurry. Your room is next door."

Jack nodded. "Love you," he mumbled and opened the door peeking out. His smile was small but showed relief as he stepped out and the door closed behind him.

Grace hunkered down in her bed, trying to figure out exactly what happened. A few minutes later there was a knock on her door.

"Grace?"

"Dad?"

"Can I come in?"

She pulled the covers up to her chin, but tried to look casual. "Of course."

He opened the door, his eyes filled with something that made her think he remembered yesterdays events in more detail than he cared for.

"You okay? You know, from the pollen, and everything."

"Fine," she was fairly certain she could hear her own worry. She didn't want him to take this out on Jack…especially since she didn't know what 'this' was. "You and Mom?"

"Fine," he agreed. "So…see you at breakfast…I'll cook."

"Okay," he nodded and closed the door, the back of his neck pink.

She knew that she must be missing something in her memories that had him that embarrassed. Maybe it would stay missing.