Pacing around the room John wondered how long he was supposed to stay in the there or if he was free to move about the house. He could see out into the inviting garden and the sunshine seemed to call to him.
Figuring he would slip outside unnoticed, he opened the window and gauged the distance to the ground. He could easily drop that far and as long as he rolled as he landed, do a minimal amount of damage to himself.
He had just climbed up on the ledge when Rose opened the door, "No!" she yelled and dove for him, almost knocking him out of the window as she made contact, but then she yanked him back by the collar of his tshirt and he landed with a thump on top of her.
She wriggled out from underneath him, "you could have killed yourself!"
John sat up, "it's only two floors up and the house is built into a hill, at the most I would have twisted my ankle."
"What were you trying to do?" Rose asked, attempting to keep her voice calm.
"I felt cooped up and wanted to go outside," John replied reasonably.
"Stairs," Rose gestured vaguely at the door, "we use stairs for that, not leaping out of windows OK?"
John nodded in agreement even though he knew he was right, he didn't want to worry her further.
Taking a deep breath Rose got herself under control, "I came up here to check on you, see how you were doing."
"Aside from being tackled by a slightly mad blonde woman,' John grinned, "I'm OK."
At first Rose looked like she was offending by his teasing, but then she grinned, "I saved your life, you owe me."
"I don't think that would have killed me, " John frowned, then he saw the mischief sparkling in her eyes, and grinned, "yes ma'am, how can I ever repay you?"
She moved to where she was straddling his lap, "I have a list," she said as she rubbed herself against him.
"Starting with?"
"Kiss me, you idiot," she growled playfully.
Things had escalated to a bit more than kissing when they heard a knock on the door. Hastily scrambling to her feet and smoothing her clothes down Rose blew out a sigh of frustration, "we have to get a lock installed on that," she murmured under her breath before answering the door.
She spoke to someone that John couldn't see from his position, then she shut the door again, "lunch time," she announced ruefully. Eyeing the bed then John she groaned softly before gesturing for him to follow her.
Time Lords didn't require as much sustenance as humans, usually one or two meals a day typically light and not usually very interesting, just enough to keep a body going. John wasn't really hungry having had a pretty large pastry for breakfast, but he made an effort to fit in. The food smelled good, and everyone piled their plates while he took small portions of everything and picked at it.
The atmosphere of this first family meal was a bit tense. Jackie was outright staring at him, while Pete was trying to be a bit more subtle. Just as he wondered if Rose was aware of this unspoken tension she slammed her glass down, "that's it!" she declared, her jaw clenched, "what is your problem?" she demanded of her parents.
Jackie leaned back with an indignant puff of air, "nothing!" she protested, not terribly convincingly.
Pete leaned over his plate and continued shovelling food in his mouth as if she hadn't spoken.
Looking to ease the now electrified air of the dining room, John spoke up, "so, when are you taking me to Torchwood?" he asked. The room when so silent John fancied he would be able to hear a spider cough, then it erupted and the shouting began.