"Hurry up, ladies, or we'll be late!" the Doctor shouted down the hallway.

"You have a TIME MACHINE," Rebecca called back exasperatedly. "Can't you just make sure we get there on time?"

"But being late is so much better for dramatic entrances!" Rebecca stuck her head out of the door to glare at him. "All right, all right, I'll try to get us there on time."

"Although with your landings we'll be lucky to get there in a month," Amy teased. She pushed one last bobby pin into her hair and tried to look at it in the mirror, her knee-length red dress swishing around her legs as she did so. "There, I'm ready."

Lily came down the hallway still fussing with her hair. She was wearing a v-neck green tank top tucked into a blue knee-length skirt, belted at the waist with a wide black elastic belt. "I HATE doing my hair for special occasions, I'm terrible at it."

"Lily, dear, just leave it. I'll be there in a moment to fix whatever disaster you've managed to create."

She rolled her eyes. "Thanks, Mum," she shouted back sarcastically.

"My pleasure," the teasing tone replied.

"Nice dress," the Doctor said complimentarily.

"Thanks!" Lily beamed at him.

"Hey, what about mine?" Amy said, pretending to pout.

"Yes, yes, yours is lovely too."

"Just not as nice as mine," Lily laughed, nudging her.

"But Lily, don't you think you might be dressed a little casual?"

She shrugged. "I don't care."

"Well, won't your mother?"

"So?"

The Doctor gave up. "Well, if you're willing to brave your mother's wrath?"

"I've had plenty of practice, I'm good at it."

Amy glanced down to Lily's feet. "Nice shoe choice."

"Thanks!" She turned up her ankle so they could admire them better. "I love these boots! They're much more practical than heels, but still dressy enough to wear to more formal events without Mum complaining."

"Do you have something against dressing up?" the Doctor asked.

"Maybe a little." She grinned at him.

Rebecca appeared with a handful of bobby pins. She sighed when she saw the pile of hair that passed for Lily's hairdo. "Oh, Lily, you're hopeless. Come sit down at the table, I'll fix that for you."

"Thanks." She smiled sheepishly.

Rebecca smiled at the other two standing in the house. "I'm glad to see neither of you need damage control too."

Amy laughed and the Doctor smiled. "You look lovely, Rebecca," he said.

"Thank you, Doctor. I'd feel honored, but I heard you compliment the other two as well, so I think it's more of a trend."

"Well, if telling the truth can be considered a trend, then I suppose that could apply."

"We can discuss the finer points of language and truths and trends later, right now I have to deal with the mess that Lily apparently calls her hair." She turned to her daughter and held up a brush and comb, pretending to threaten her with it. Lily laughed.

"Stop it! You're such a strange person!"

"Well, you had to get it from somewhere, didn't you? Now stop moving around and sit down so that I can attempt to tackle that horrible monstrosity on top of your head." She grabbed Lily's hair and started to brush it out.

"Why do I have to do this? I hate these stuffy social events. Why do I have to work that hard to look nice for a room of people I've never even met?" Lily griped.

Rebecca whacked her lightly on the head with the hairbrush. "Because you're representing our organization, and you want to give them a good impression. If only for your poor mother's sake."

"Fine," Lily grumbled irritably as her mother continued to untangle her hair. "I hate having to do my hair all nice," she complained.

"But you have to do it, so won't you shut up about it already?" Rebecca frowned at the back of her daughter's head and rolled her eyes at the Doctor.

A few minutes later, Rebecca was putting finishing touches onto Lily's hair. "Well that's acceptable, at least," she said, eyeing it critically. "Knowing you, though, you'll probably pull it out the first chance you get."

Lily grimaced. "It's too tight." She reached her hand up toward her hair.

Rebecca slapped her hand away. "It'll loosen, don't you dare touch it. I don't want to do damage control again."

Lily wrinkled her nose. "Fine." She folded her arms at looked at her mother impatiently. "So can we go now, or do we have to keep criticizing what I chose to do with how I look?"

"We should probably get going, I can't promise punctuality, after all," the Doctor said.

"We can always dream." Rebecca smiled at him and walked out. Lily grabbed a shoulder bag off of the table and followed her out.

They walked out to the TARDIS and got on board.

"Looks like you've done some redecorating," Lily commented.

"Yeah, well, she goes through a lot, this old ship." He patted the control board affectionately. "It'll just take a second to set the coordinates, and then we'll be set to go." He flipped some switches and pushed a few buttons, pulled a lever, and they took flight.

When they landed, the doors opened and they walked out, with just barely enough room between the door and the wall of the building to get out. The entryway was just a few feet to the left.

"Couldn't have gotten a better parking space!" the Doctor said enthusiastically.

"We'll say it's the Gallifreyan equivalent of the luck of the Irish," Rebecca said.

"Oy, watch it!" he said indignantly. "It's years of experience!"

"Then why does that experience come into play so seldomly?"

"Well, landings are boring if they turn out right every time anyhow."

"Oh, stop bickering, you two. Let's go in." Amy started over towards the door. The rest followed her into a spacious entry hall, with helpful arrows pointing the way.

"Well, would you look at that, we've arrived early," the Doctor said, glancing at the clock. He turned to Rebecca. "Trust me now?"

"No." She turned and walked down the hall. The Doctor turned to the other two girls and shrugged hopelessly.

"Well, at least she's honest," Amy said.

Lily snickered. "Come on, Doctor, you know she's only joking with you. Now let's go, if we stay here and chitchat, we actually will be late." They followed Rebecca down the hallway, caught up with her, and then the group traveled on to the large meeting area.

Tables filled the room. Most of the tables were completely filled up with people. There was a stage at the far end of the room for speakers, and a microphone on each table for any questions that would need to be asked. It looked like the largest board meeting ever.

"Well, we'd better find a place to sit, hadn't we?" Rebecca said, glancing around the room.

"Well, if the Doctor wouldn't mind terribly much," a voice behind them said, startling them all, "you could come sit with me."

The Doctor turned around slowly and saw, standing there behind him, none other than Captain Jack Harkness.

A/N: AHHH I'm sorry that I haven't updated in so long! First there was life, then there was NaNoWriMo, then there was life again! I actually started this chapter before NaNoWriMo, and I've been slowly chipping away at it since.

So. Hey guess what! I brought Jack into the story!

But here's the thing. I haven't gotten any feedback on this story for a while, which is really discouraging. So I'll stop posting this story if no one cares about it, even though I'm starting to get to the point where stuff will actually happen, but if people actually respond, I'll continue it.

SO PLEASE! If you have absolutely ANY interest in this story, please comment, and tell me, and then I'll continue it! Because if no one cares, I don't even know if it would be worth writing. I certainly have more constructive things to do than writing a story that no one cares about.

SO I BEG YOU. If you care about this story at all, please tell me that. And if you want, tell me something you'd like to see happen, I always love getting ideas from people.

Also, I apologize for the stupid title of this chapter. I couldn't think of ANYTHING.

Okay, that's it for now, see you all later! If not with this story, hopefully with another one!