A/N The Doctor comes up with a plan that might make Rose forgive him, whilst Rosa and Jack pay a visit to John's grave.

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"You said what?!" Donna asked him, raising her voice, making the Doctor flinched.

"That she looked too poor to have a child in Jenny's school… and I sort of implied that her late husband must have been cheating on her," he winced, repeating his words.

"And then what? Did you follow her? Did you apologise to her? Did you do anything close to normal human behaviour? No. You stood there gaping like the dumbo you are."

"Well, I am sorry," he argued, but immediately regretted it when he saw her reaction.

"Well, I'm sure that she appreciates you telling me that," Donna said sarcastically "On Monday, you better apologise to her. Properly."

He nodded, scared of getting a second slap that day. "She asked Jenny to apologise to me," he mumbled.

Donna sighed and rolled her eyes. "See, that's why you don't have a girlfriend. You literally scare women away."

He looked down. "Alright, alright. I'll buy her some flowers or something, give her a present… Something expensive."

"Yeah, I'm sure some flowers will help. And honestly, after calling her poor, do you really think that buying her 'something expensive' would be such a good idea ? If it were me, I'd think that you were pitying me."

Before he could answer he heard a small voice from the door. "Dad?" Jenny asked.

He smiled as he lifted her up. "Hey, princess. I thought you were asleep."

Jenny nodded, yawning. "Yeah, but you and Aunty Donna were very loud. Are you mad at Dad, Aunty Donna?"

Donna smiled at her too. "A bit, yeah. Your Dad did something bad. He was very mean to someone, but he didn't apologise."

Jenny nodded. "Yeah. Jack's Mum looked very sad. Was it because you said something mean to her, Dad?"

The Doctor cringed and nodded. "I'm afraid so. And I don't really know how to say sorry to her," he admitted.

Jenny thought about it. "Make her a drawing. I made a drawing for Jack too. And I'll let him come over and play with my puppy when it gets here," she said.

He couldn't help but smile. "That's a very good idea. But I don't think that will help me very much. Although… Maybe you are onto something."

Donna shook her head, realising that he was up to something that would probably backfire. "No. Whatever it is you are thinking, don't. Just don't," she warned.

"But Donna, it's a great idea," he continued enthusiastically.

"I'm not even going to try to stop you. I know that look. You are about to do something very stupid, and you won't listen if I try to reason with you…" Donna sighed.

"I'll ask her to be my plus one for the fundraiser next month. I need a date, and I can spend the night making it up to her."

"But Dad, I'm your date," Jenny protested. "You promised that you would dance with me."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, Jenny, I can have more than one date, can't I? And I promise, I will still dance with you as much as you want."

On Sunday morning, Rose and Jack stayed in bed much longer than any of them usually had the patience for. They were both awake, but neither of them could bear to get up.

"Mummy?" Jack whispered to her. He had woken up early, and had, as he so often did, crawled into his mother's bed for comfort.

"Yes, love?" Rose whispered back.

"Do you think Daddy would be happy if he were here today?"

Rose nodded. "Of course he would. He was always happier when he was with us."

Jack had tears in his eyes. "And what about now? Doesn't he miss us up in heaven?" he asked.

Rose shook her head. "He is with your little sister, remember?"

For over a year before John had been killed, they had wanted another child. Rose hadn't known that she had been pregnant when he died. She had found out two months later. When the test came back positive she had started crying, breaking down in her bathroom. Jack had heard it and had panicked, doing what his parents had taught him to do in emergencies, and used the speed dial function to call his Uncle Mickey. When he got there, Rose had already left the bathroom, and had calmed Jack down. As soon as Jack fell asleep that evening she had told Mickey about the baby, and that she wanted to keep it.

She had been seven months gone when she started bleeding. Luckily Jack hadn't been there to see her being rushed to hospital, where she had delivered the baby.

It was a little girl.

The doctor told her that the baby had died in the utero. That it wasn't Rose's fault. That it could happen to anyone.

Jack came to visit her in hospital the next day, and for the second time that year, Rose had to explain to her son that someone they both loved was dead.

He had looked her in the eyes, and had asked if she was in hospital because she was going to die too.

Rose had held him closer, and promised him never to leave him.

Jack had been thinking about this too, and he nodded. "Yeah… They are together."

Rose sat up, and Jack did the same. "Let's get dressed, okay?" Rose said.

Jack nodded again. "Okay, Mummy… Is Martha coming with us today?" he asked, picking out something to wear.

Rose shook her head. "No. Martha has to study."

He sighed. "Alright, Mummy."

Rose dressed him, and he ran outside. She looked through her dresser, running her hand over some of her husband's old shirts. She had gotten rid of most of his things, but she had saved a few of them, and still wore some of them occasionally. She pulled out a green shirt and put it on, stuffing the end of it into a pair of black jeans. She looked down at herself with a sad smile.

Jack didn't seem to notice that it was his father's shirt. If he did, he didn't comment on it. Rose sometimes wondered if he even remembered the little things, like how John had used to dress.

On the way to the cemetery they stopped to get fresh flowers. Rose knew that John would probably have told her off for spending the little money she had for herself on flowers for him, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

Jack knew where to go, and ran ahead. The weather was gloomy, but it had not yet put the card down carefully, and Rose put attached a string to the corner and a small tree at the grave shared by him and their daughter. Jack stood at Rose's side and looked at the headstone.

"Happy father's day," he whispered. "I miss you, Daddy. Don't worry, I'm still taking care of Mummy." Tears running down his cheeks and he was clinging to his mother's side.

"I hope you have a great day with my little sister up in heaven, and that you read my card. I'm sorry about the tape. It broke. But Mummy helped me mend it again," he explained. "I did something bad, Daddy. I hit the girl who broke it. I know it wasn't nice, and I promised Mummy that I would apologise to her tomorrow."

He looked up at Rose. "Do you have anything you want to tell Daddy?"

Rose shook her head. "You just talk to him now. Tell him about how you are doing, and such."

Jack nodded. "I still like going to school. Miss Smith is very nice, and she lets me call her Sarah Jane sometimes when no one else is around. I'm getting very good at reading, but my handwriting is still not-so-good. But I still hope you can read my card. I made Mummy write it on the back, just in case you can't… Mummy say's I'm very picky right now, but I don't know what that means. She just said that it had nothing to do with pigs."

Rose was smiling down at him the entire time. He was growing up so fast, and he looked so much like his father.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Jack remarked. "Me and Mummy are going on a vacation! To Berries!" he said proudly.

"Paris, Jack," Rose whispered to him.

"Right sorry, Paris. Mummy said we are taking a train there. I'm very excited," he said. "We can try French crepes, Mummy said. I didn't know what it was, but she said 'It's just pancakes from France'… Oh, and Mummy said that maybe Father Christmas would give me a puppy for Christmas."

He slipped his hand into Rose's to get her attention. "I don't know what else to tell him," he sighed.

Rose nodded. "Then say goodbye to him."

Jack shuffled nervously. "All right. Goodbye, Daddy. I love you very, very much. I'll be good until I see you again. And I'll eat an extra crepe for you."

Rose chuckled, stepping closer. She kissed her fingers, pressing them against the headstone close to his name "Goodbye, John. I love you," she whispered, a single tear falling.

She got up and took Jack's hand, and they left together.