I didn't realise that this chapter's set out was so mucked up the first time it was posted, so here it is all fixed up. Sorry about that. It may have made it a bit difficult to understand and or read.

Chapter Two

There was silence in the room for roughly two seconds before the Doctor...her mum, grabbed the back of the seat and grimaced. "Anyone one else dizzy?" she asked, and it sounded quite odd coming from the Doctor's lips.

"If you're dizzy, sit down," the Doctor said, shaking his head slightly.

"Shut up, you! You're the one who did this to us. Think I'm happy about it?" A pair of bright blue eyes glared into brown. The Doctor didn't back down, though he now might understand why people might.

"I did nothing! Rose said whatever this was it came from both of us, so if I am at fault you are equally so."

Rose watched as the two got up to glare at each other, and her mum raised her fist again. This time the Doctor ducked and moved a bit away. "And just so you know, Jackie, you really don't know your own strength right now."

The hand froze, and Jackie stared down at it in horror. "Oh god, I'm an alien! I'm male..." and she sat heavily back in the chair, holding her head between her hands and took deep breaths. "And why is it that I am dizzy but don't see everything spinning before my eyes?"

The doctor blinked and chuckled, and Rose had to give him points for that, considering the circumstances. "For the same reason I am not feeling it. You're not dizzy Jackie, you're literally feeling the turn of the Earth. The planet is moving continuously, but none of you silly apes ever gets to feel it."

"Oh..." replied Jackie, raising her head and scowling at him. "Well can you stop it from spinning, because it's going to make me sick."

"Mum!" Rose said, coming to stand between the two to try and stop the endless bickering. "No stopping the planet mum, and Doctor, is there any place you don't feel it?"

"TARDIS."

Short answers. Yep, regardless of him being all calm and centred by the looks of him, he was really shaken by what happened. Considering he was now currently taking up residence in her mum's body, she couldn't really blame him. In his point of view he had just devolved.

"I want in there then...and I never thought I'd say those words."

The Doctor nodded casually, before smiling, and the craziness of it left her mum's face looking more like it was grimacing instead. "Well, then let's go. Oh, and Jackie, are you nauseous?"

Jackie shifted slightly, and gave a small nod. "Yeah, a bit. Thought it might be this spinning."

"It's not. I feel it too. Must be a side effect of whatever..."

All talk stopped for around 15 minutes after the sentence was cut off. Her mum had run to the toilet and was heard throwing up, while the Doctor ran to the sink and was sick in there. Rose stayed at the table, waiting for them to recover enough to come out and sit back down.

She decided that though she was the youngest there, she was the only one healthy enough to make decisions, so, in a fit of nurturing her best friend and her mum, she sent the Doctor into her room, and her mum to bed, and made sure they were tucked in.

Once again she found herself finding a bucket for the Doctor, and this time she found one for her mum too. While it hadn't been the food, and they both knew this, she would go into one room or the other throughout the night, when she heard one of them being sick.

She became the mother. It was entirely embarrassing. Rubbing their backs when they were being sick, cleaning out the buckets afterwards and giving them a few biscuits to eat to keep something in their stomachs. A glass of water to wash away the horrible taste and to keep them hydrated finished of this process.

She went through it roughly 10 times during the night. By the time they both fell into exhausted sleep, she was just as tired, had grabbed a blanket form the linen cupboard, and crawled onto the couch.

She hoped things were better in the morning.

The first thing Jackie Tyler noticed in the morning as she woke up was that she was starving. The next was that she was comfortably lying on her stomach, something she hadn't been able to do in a while, considering her bust size.

It took her only a few seconds to remember the night before, and the sudden swap of bodies, and looked down at herself. She was wearing a green jumper with black trousers, and it was such an odd thing to see the Doctor without the leather jacket that she quickly jumped off the bed to go stand in front of her mirror to see what he really looked like.

She fell flat on her face before she got there, finding it incredibly hard to walk without slow, precise steps. Not surprising really, considering how much taller the Doctor was than her.

When she had more of a grip on coordinating herself around, she turned and stared amazed at the image in front of her. Because the Doctor without his jacket on was something else entirely. He seemed to look...lighter somehow, like there was less weight on his shoulders. Well, naturally there was, but it looked like the world had been lifted off his back.

Or just maybe it was because it was her in here and not him. She wondered slightly, if he would make her look like she had all the universe riding on her own back?

This was all so confusing! The fact that she was taking it as well as she was, was startling in itself. Maybe it would all just wear off soon and she would be on the ground a wreck of flesh and blood and alien, extra bits.

She could feel two hearts pounding in her chest. And they were pounding. Yet again, it was natural to have an elevated heat rate after a bit of a shock like this. She remembered quite well what it felt like when Rose had left that first time after she knew about the Doctor and the TARDIS. Yep, it seemed normal enough. Except that he had an extra heart, and they seemed to beat slower than her one.

A knock on the door sounded, and it was pushed open by the Doctor, and she saw that she looked the same as she always had when she looked in the mirror. That was good. The last thing she needed was all of the Doctor's worries on her shoulders.

"You alright?" he asked her, coming fully into the room to stand next to her and having a look in the mirror himself.

"You look so different without your jacket on. Why do you wear that thing? And I'm fine, considering."

He shrugged his shoulders and crossed his arms around his stomach. Jackie grinned. Not as easy crossing them over his chest right now, considering he had breasts. "You alright?"

"Always."

Jackie snorted, and laughed lightly. It was a sound she wasn't really used to hearing, though he had let himself laugh a few times yesterday before all this mess. "I just bet you are."

"I'm hungry though. Amazed I don't have one hell of a headache. Must have been a clean switch."

"Clean?"

"Yes. As opposed to the messy kind where your brain start leaking out of your ears. Or it slowly drives you nuts. We aren't doing that. I wonder how it is we can remember our own memories, while having a completely different brain..."

Jackie closed her eyes, ignored most of what he was saying and sighed. "Lucky then, I guess. I'm going to go make some breakfast."

She made her slow way out of her room, managing this time not to trip over her new feet, and made her way into the kitchen. She had spotted Rose still fast asleep on the couch and smiled at the sight. Her daughter had willingly given up comfort last night to care for her and the Doctor. Thankfully the feeling of sickness from the night before had vanished after she had gotten some sleep. She didn't think she would have been too happy throwing up all day.

She was becoming more comfortable with walking about, she realised, as she spent the next half hour cooking up breakfast.

She was joined when the food was ready by the other two. Rose taking her normal seat, and the Doctor grabbing the chair closest to her. She wondered if she looked as hungry as the Doctor did. She had cooked extra just in case.

She didn't know if it was because she was currently in residence in a male body, or because she spent half the night with her stomach trying its best to stay as empty as possible, but she managed three helpings, and watched as the Doctor ate two.

Rose washed up and put the things away, leaving her with the Doctor and the spinning feeling she felt last night, only this time there was no nausea and it felt somehow...right. It really did seem to be normal for the Doctor to feel it all the time.

It didn't mean she was comfortable about it though.

She sighed loudly and lounged back in the chair. "Any ideas how this happened, Doctor?" she asked, looking to him for help, as he was the one that usually came up with the brilliant plans to get out of trouble. She didn't know him well, but she did know that of him.

"Nope. Only thing I can think of is something made this happen. Like, say, a wish with a device nearby that can make things like that come true. Doesn't even have to be verbal really. We'd have to retrace our steps back a bit though, see if anything we picked up is capable of doing that. Maybe the bowl Rose gave you as a gift?"

He went over to it and looked it over. It didn't seem like it had any powers of that kind to her. It was very pretty and she would treasure it, but who would have made the wish if that were true?

Silence from the kitchen descended and she turned to look at Rose, who had frozen by the cupboard where the plates were kept. "Um, Doctor, it might be my fault then. I kind of thought yesterday that I wished that the two of you could just get along, because you're always fighting. I didn't know anything would happen by it. It was just a thought..."

Jackie winced and looked to her daughter. "Oh, sweetheart. You shouldn't..." her voice trailed off, unfamiliar accent and pitch slowly turning to nothing. What could she say really? That she shouldn't think such thoughts? That wasn't going to happen. That she should mind her own business? That also wasn't happening, since both her and the Doctor were making sure Rose was smack bang in the middle of it all. That she shouldn't feel guilty? But if it was the wish then it was her fault and she'd just be saying it to make all of them feel better and that just plain felt wrong right now.

Thankfully, Rose ignored this and looked to the Doctor. "Where did we get it from?" she asked pointing to the rose covered bowl with a wave of a hand.

"The markets of Pentellien. You were looking for shoes."

Rose smiled at that and nodded. It hadn't been the last place they had gone to, but it was as good a place as any to start. "Alright, we'll go back there then. We had a good day. Relaxing and shopping and no running for our lives."

She raised her hands and frowned. "Whoah wait a sec...Do I have to go with you?"

"Jackie, you're involved in this whether you want to be or not. It will take both of us to undo it, not just me."

Jackie found she was not stopping herself as she automatically crossed her arms over her chest. Next thing will be her wearing that bloody jacket. "Doesn't mean I have to be happy about it."

"Oh, you think I am?"

Rose barged in between them. "Stop fighting...for two seconds, please, just stop it."

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence, before the Doctor shifted, sighed loudly and walked towards the door. "Dunno about you lot, but it might be a good as any time to start. Let's go. Jackie, shift."

He was out the door and half way down the steps, her and Rose trailing after him, when he stopped, turned and rushed back up the stairs to the flat. "Be right back, forgot my screwdriver!"

Jackie rolled her eyes and continued walking towards the blue box that was the small outside of the TARDIS. Thankfully Rose had a key to let them in, as it seemed the Doctor's one was in his jacket. Which, she saw was currently being carried by him now, as he ran as fast as he could in her body towards them, holding the said piece of clothing up and pulling out his key.

In his other hand he was clutching that bloody tool of his. He never went anywhere without it. "Here," he said, thrusting the key into her hands, and running in through the door, already looking rather more comfortable in her body than she ever felt she would be in his.

"What the hell do I want your key for?" she asked, closing the door behind her as she entered the TARDIS, and it was like stepping into another world. There was something in the machine-like sounds that felt safe though, and comforting, and in the back of her head she could swear she heard the machine humming just for her.

"Not mine, spare key. You might want it to get back in without either me or Rose. It happens sometimes. Culture shock."

She mouthed the words culture shock, went up to the console and reached out her hand to touch it. It was like touching a purring cat. You could feel it moving even with it being completely still. And then the humming in her head changed pitch and she swear she took it as a greeting.

She quickly took her hand off and stared at it. She glanced to the Doctor who was setting up coordinates in part of the ship she seemed to automatically know was the place to put in time, date and planet.

She sat herself down on the chair that was opposite the screen with odd circular patterns around it. She couldn't read it, but she was sure if she got far enough inside the Doctor's brain she could. It was a good thing really that she didn't want to.

The Doctor pulled a lever and the ship rumbled and the column in the centre of the room began to rise and fall with the noise that she was so used to hearing from the outside. After a small two minutes there was a slight bump as the TARDIS landed somewhere far away from the last place they had been.

"Oh, good girl!" the Doctor stated, giving the console a gentle pat. "Right planet, right time, right date, and a smooth landing. Wish you'd do that all the time."

The humming in her head changed again to something that she could swear was laughter. Jackie frowned. "I think your ship is laughing at you..."

The Doctor scowled. "It really wouldn't surprise me."

Jackie decided to let the odd feeling that this was an unusual occurrence go. She had no idea why that might be, but it seemed the TARDIS was behaving when usually it didn't. Rose sometimes told her about the rough landings, or the date or time, sometimes even the place being wrong.

And yet both had sworn that there had been a malfunction the day that Rose came home a year late instead of just 12 hours. The TARDIS changed tone again, and she could tell it was apologetic. So, either the TARDIS had mucked up or there really had been a malfunction. If she could understand what the hell the humming in her head meant then maybe she could end up knowing that answer. It might make her live a little easier knowing the answer.

"Mum? Oi! Where are you?" Rose said, waving her hands in front of her face. Jackie blinked and looked sheepish.

"Sorry. I've never had a ship in my head before. You couldn't have told me about that Doctor, could you?"

"Ooops." He said, grinning at her. "I'm so used to it, that it never even occurred to me. Just so you know, she can be a right pain."

The TARDIS let out a hum that was rather angry at that, and Jackie giggled, because she felt exactly the same way about him most of the time. "I like your ship." It was another of those things she had thought she would never say.

"Well, can we stop talking to the TARDIS now and go? As amusing as it is hearing the Doctor giggling, I'd rather not have to remember to call him Mum."

Nodding, now afraid of what she might face on the other side of the door, she walked over to it and waited until the other two were outside and urging her through the door, before she would set foot outside.

After all, it was her first time on an alien planet millions of light years from her own home.

She wondered if this was going to go smoothly or if she soon had to figure out how fast she could run in the Doctor's body. It was inevitable really.

She didn't want that place to pop up, but she was sure some time soon, it would.

As it was, she took a deep breath and made her first steps into the unknown.