Author's Notes: Thanks to the one person that reviewed, I know it's not much, but it's good enough for me. Now it's time for a little plan to be put into action!! And so not to confuse you, let's pretend Rose told Jack about regeneration, and what he looks like now : P : D


King Captain Jack Harkness sighed dramatically. It was a fake sigh of course; he was mourning his lost child. Sort of. He was mourning in a manner of speaking; he was mourning the loss of his two best friends. But he'd managed to contact Rose in her dreams, explain his little fun plan, and get them to come here.

Rose had easily complied, and he was straining his ears for that familiar whir of the TARDIS' engines.

To his dismay, he'd been rid of his leather trousers and white shirt, into classical king clothes. He'd sulked at first, but when he'd been given a rather large crown and a long red robe, he'd been promptly cheered up.

And then he heard it. That whir.

"Men! Follow me! For I have found my son!" he called, and stalked from his palace.

He followed the sound of the TARDIS into a clearing in the forest, where he saw it. He winked slyly at Rose, who followed his lead.

"Oh God, Doctor! You've gone and got us in trouble again!" she complained.

"Last time I checked Carytopia was a peaceful planet…" he said, raising an eyebrow.

"My dear son! I thought I'd never see you again!" Jack cried, grabbing the Doctor.

Rose silently slipped back into the TARDIS, grinning the whole time.

"What?" asked the Doctor, at loss for words. "What do you mean? I'm not your son! Wait… Jack?"

"Shh! Silence, my dear child, we will talk as soon as we are back in the palace and you are dressed appropriately for your ball," Jack said, smiling despite trying not to.

"Ball?"

"Yes, the ball in which you will choose your bride!" Jack exclaimed, pulling the Doctor faster toward the palace.


Sighing, Rose searched through the TARDIS wardrobe. Despite its size, she could not find anything appropriate for the ball. She was going to be masked, so she also needed a mask to match her dress. She walked back into the Console Room and patted the controls lovingly.

"Hey girl, how about a dress that will blow them all away?"

The TARDIS hummed in response, and Rose walked back to the wardrobe. Right in front of her was an amazing dress with matching gloves, shoes, and mask.

The dress was the same as Cinderella's, she noted, but black, with a red fluffy hem, and red gloves and shoes. The mask was black and glittery, with red edges. She'd applied a little amount of make up, making her eyelashes shimmer, and a line of red eye liner. Her lips were covered in lip gloss, and her hair was hanging loose in curls around her shoulders.

"Thanks old girl," she said, patting the TARDIS wall.

She reached down to her shoe where she was keeping her mobile for emergencies, and pulled it out. She dialled Jack's number.

"Jack? It's Rose. When do you need me there? Yup, all masked up… yes I've got contacts in to hide me eye colour… Okay, see you then, bye," Rose hang up and checked the time.

It was 5:30, and she wasn't needed until 7:45. Placing her mobile back in her shoe, Rose made her way to the TV Room to watch a soppy love film.


The Doctor growled at Jack.

"What have you done with Rose?!"

"Nothing! Honestly! She's back in the TARDIS. I swear. Look, I was even on the phone to her a minute ago!" Jack defended, raising his hands at the same time.

"Why am I here? And what was that entire "son" thing about? And why are you trying to marry me off?"

"Just trust me, and go along with it. I know I've conned you in the past, but hey, at least I'm not now!" he grinned at the Doctor, who merely scowled.

"Fine." He said through gritted teeth. "But if anything happens to Rose, I'm holding you responsible."


Rose checked the time again. 7:30. Time to make her way to the ball then. Grinning, Rose opened the TARDIS door, and made to leave, when a hand clapped over her mouth, and stopped her from escaping of screaming.

"Now pretty girl," it hissed into her ear in a voice barely audible. "Sleep."

Rose found she couldn't protest. Her eyes grew heavy and she fell to the floor, asleep.