Hello everyone! Oh, I missed you so much, I am SO SO SO sorry I haven't been updating. It's been a weird couple of weeks, I'm not gonna lie... But enough about that. I'm just having a lot o trouble calming down my muse. I'll just be lying in bed, trying to go to sleep, and then a small voice gives me a random idea that I won't be able to use for at least 4 chapters. UGH, my muse kills me sometimes. But on the bright side, it's a really good idea. I just want to be able to use it. I will NOT give it away! As River Song might say, "Spoilers." But seriously, I have no idea how to end this book. I suppose that's good, but my muse gets bored very easily. I'm going to try to not turn this into a series of adventurous one-shots, I will not let it come to that. But until then, STORY TIME!
"Jack, can you hand me that- Never mind."
The Doctor reacher over and picked up a large piece of metal, and gingerly placed it on another. They snapped together, and the finished product looked a little like a printer.
"What? What?! I can do it. Why didn't you just ask me?"
The Doctor sighed, exasperated.
"You're ten, Jack."
"No I'm- Wait, yes I am. Doctor, I hate this! When can this be over?"
Jack slumped into the chair that was facing opposite the desk that the Doctor was working at. The little boy put his head in his hands.
"Look, I'm sorry. I really never meant for any of this to happen. I thought we could just have a little fun, the three of us going on another adventure, each more dangerous than the last."
Without looking up, Jack moaned.
"No offence, Doc, but could you shut up for a moment? I'm trying to think."
The Doctor looked hurt, but then turned back to his printer-like machine. The two were silent for a few minutes, but the Doctor's patience began to wear thin. He turned to Jack, who was still facing away from him with his head in his hands.
"What's this machine, you ask? I'm glad you did, Jack!"
The Doctor waited for a laugh, or even a large exhale from boy, but he received nothing of the sort. He continued.
"It's a little machine that scan your DNA, well, assuming it actually scanned DNA, which it doesn't, so I suppose I shouldn't have mentioned the fact that it scans DNA because, well, it doesn't. Point is, it's sort of like a DNA scanner, in the sense that it scans stuff, but it doesn't scan DNA. I guess you could call it a scanner, but that's a stupid name."
Now the Doctor was downright cross. Jack should be chortling, or making fun of the Doctor, or mocking him, but he did nothing. He sat with his head in his hands, facing the wall.
"Fine!" Yelled the Doctor. "I thought you might have wanted to return to your own age but it seems as though I was mistaken. I need your help to bring Rose back to her regular age, because she's six years old! Six! Years! Old! Just be lucky you weren't turned into a little girl! Well, you technically wouldn't have been a girl, but just imagine it! Would you want to take care of two whining little children? I don't think so. If you are just going to sit there and brood, maybe I should help you at all!"
With that the Doctor threw his hands in the air, knocking down a box of glass flasks. As they crashed to the floor, Jack jumped out of the seat, rubbing his eyes.
"What! Oh, what? Oh, sorry."
Jack calmed down and flopped back into the chair.
"You were sleeping, weren't you?"
Jack shook his head quickly.
"I was not."
The Doctor raised a eyebrow.
"Yes, you were."
Jack mimicked his eyebrow raising.
"I was not."
"You were."
"Was not."
"You were."
"Was not."
"You were!"
"Was not!"
Then they both noticed the little girl standing in the doorframe. She wiped her eye, and looked at the Doctor. The little blonde girl then looked at Jack. Then back to the Doctor. Then back to Jack.
"Rose?"
The Doctor walked over to where the little girl stood. As he neared, he noticed that she had been crying. He crouched down so that he was at eye level with her.
"Are you alright?"
She shook her head, no, and threw herself at the Doctor. He wrapped his arms around her, and rubbed circles around her back, which was, in fact, a very fatherly thing to do.
"How... How long have you been standing there?"
Rose rubbed her eyes again and stood back to face the Doctor.
"Long enough to know what happened. And hear what you said."
The Doctor bowed his head. He realized that she had been silently sobbing while the Doctor yelled at a napping Jack about how she had been de-aged, and how the Doctor had blatantly stated that he did not want to care for her.
"Rose, I'm sorry. Really, I do want to help you, of course, and I know this wasn't your choice. Just calm down, please."
"I'm calm," she choked, suppressing another round of tears that she knew was coming.
"You can cry. Really, you can. I mean, I would too. Well, maybe not me, but... It's okay. From what I can tell, you still have all of your memories, and your personalities. It just seems to be the bodies, and maybe some habits here or there. So you can cry, because you have a twenty year old mind inside of a six year old body. And that body is telling you to cry."
Rose choked out a feeble "'M sorry," and buried her head in the Doctor's shoulder, bawling her little eyes out.
"It's okay Rose. Really, it is."
And Jack would never admit it, but at that moment he ran up to the Doctor and started crying too. You never would have guessed they weren't related.
Guys, really, sorry for that craptastic ending. I'm kicking myself, but I need to go to sleep. But in all seriousness, I have THE BEST idea. Ugh, I just really want to write it NOW but I have school tomorrow :( Whatever. I know I said now spoilers, but since I may not be able to upload again for a little while, I'll leave you with something to ponder. NOTE, THIS PROBABLY WILL NOT BE THE NEXT CHAPTER, AND I DON'T KNOW IF OR WHEN I WILL BE WRITING IT! But, the main summary is Jack's having very vivid memories of losing his fam on the Boeshane Peninsula. Yeah, yeah, get over yourselves, I'm never gonna stop writing angsty. Shut up, I know it's supposed to be a comedy, I wrote it. Sheesh, give me a break. I'll update faster with reviews!
Kisses!