Chapter 5

Doctor's diary.

Entry Date: Monday, 12th March, 2018.

'Our latest mission was just like the old days back in the old universe. Running away from the bad guys, whilst trying not to get locked up for espionage or some other trumped up charge.'

'Pete had phoned the authorities to give them the 'heads up' on the mission without realising that the crime syndicate had members within the police force.'

'When we got there, they were waiting for us and followed me to our contact ,while Rose waited to call the TARDIS for a quick getaway. The officers that chased me were keen to get the disk back because their names were on it….'

Rose's diary.

Entry Date: Monday, 12th March, 2018.

'Returned from a mission with John on Costa del Centauri VI. It was just like the old days on the old Earth. We were pretending to be tourist, and I was browsing the market while John made contact with our informant….'

Costa del Centauri VI.

March 2018.

Around lunch time.

"RUNNNNN!"

Rose turned to see her husband running at top speed towards her through the marketplace. He had his hand above his head, indicating that she should run in the general direction that he was heading.

He shot past her, and she immediately ran after him, noticing that he was being chased by two police officers.

They were dodging around tourists in the busy market and in and out of the stalls. She saw John disappearing around a corner as he looked back to see if she was following.

This reminded her so much of that episode of Alias, where Sydney Bristow was running through the streets of Shanghai. Even down to the short kilt and her favourite black, knee high Giuseppe Zanotti boots she was wearing.

John had told her during their New Year celebration about his friend and travelling companion Jamie. James Robert McCrimmon was an 18th century Highlander, and he always wore a kilt, and she could see why. She really could run like a 'bat out of hell' without the short skirt restricting her stride or riding up and showing her knickers.

She turned the corner and skidded to a halt, seeing that it was a dead end. John was 'sonicking' the lock on a door to one of the buildings. She stood with her back to the wall at the corner and heard the men running towards the alley.

[WHACK!]

The first man ran into a left roundhouse kick that caught him full in the face. His body kept travelling forwards as his head stayed where it was, sending him horizontal in the air and dropping heavily on his back.

Rose put her left foot down and pivoted on it to launch a spinning hook kick which caught the second man in the chest with the heel of her boot as he came around the corner. Kilts also allowed her to do her kung fu without restricting her movements.

'Oooh, kilts are definitely cool', John had said with an admiring look when she bought three in different colours. And she couldn't disagree, they were brilliant. Hell, she could even do the splits in them if she wanted.

The lock clicked and John pushed the door open. "Rose," he turned and called to her, but she was already heading through the door.

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek as she went past. "You comin'?" she asked with a cheeky grin. He looked back along the alley and saw the two men struggling to their feet.

He ducked inside and 'sonicked' the lock shut while Rose took her smart phone out of her small shoulder bag and remote called the TARDIS. John turned around and saw that they were in a small, dimly lit warehouse.

There were a number of padlocked cages and containers that contained crates, boxes and bags of all kinds of merchandise. He realised that this must be where the market traders stored their stock.

They heard the familiar 'wheezing' of the TARDIS as it materialized in the small warehouse, as well as the rattling of the warehouse door handle and the banging of shoulders against the door when the handle didn't open it.

John put his key in the TARDIS lock and pushed the door open, pulling Rose in after him. They tumbled onto the floor grating of the entry ramp in a fit of post adrenalin giggles as John kicked the door shut with his trainer.

Lying on top of him, Rose ran her fingers through his hair, messing it even more as she snogged him.

"Mmm. Do you know what they say about post adrenalin rush sex?" Rose mumbled through a tongue tango.

"No," John squeaked as she sat up and straddled his hips.

"Best toe curling, earth moving, knee trembling sex ever!" She started to undo the rest of the buttons on his black shirt and unfasten the belt on his white denim trousers.

They heard a thumping on the doors outside from the two men who had forced their way into the warehouse.

"D'ya think we should take off?" Rose purred as she leaned forward to kiss his exposed chest and pull down the zip on his flies.

"Nah. They can't get in, and it adds to the thrill," he replied wagging his eyebrows.

With adrenalin still coursing through their veins, and people banging on the door just outside, their sweaty bodies responded favourably to the thrill, collapsing again into a fit of hysterical giggles when they'd finished.

She climbed off her husband and walked up the ramp with John, who was rummaging in a pocket for the object they had risked arrest and imprisonment for.

"Ah-ha!" He pulled out a coin sized disk and held it triumphantly in the air.

"Is that it?" Rose asked. "I thought it would be bigger, like a 'thumb-stick' or somethin'," she said as she sent the TARDIS into the vortex.

John popped it into a coin slot on the console, where a green light flashed for a few seconds before dropping it into a coin holder underneath. "Nope. A small disk like that is easier to hide with your small change…. And that's all the data of the Peladonian syndicate's criminal operations on Earth uploaded to the Torchwood server.

"Great. Let's go grab a shower," Rose said as she grabbed his hand and headed for the bedroom en suite.

"Y'know, that was just like the old days," Rose said absently as John massaged her scalp while washing her hair. "All that running away and people chasing us."

"Yeah," John grinned. "Except that we're married now…. Oh, and the post chase sex…. And the recreational shower," he said waggling his eyebrows. "Apart from that, yeah, just like old times."

She playfully slapped his bum. "But wouldn't you have loved to do all that before?"

"Wellll, it would never have happened. I'd got no human in me back then," he told her.

She gave him her tongue through the teeth smile. "And I'd not got a certain Gallifreyan inside me."

It slowly dawned on him what she had said and his eyes went wide. "Mrs. Smith, you little minx. Please let me correct that oversight immediately."

She then allowed him to give her another demonstration of his superior Gallifreyan physiology.

After their shower, the TARDIS blew a current of warm air through the en suite as they towelled each other down, before entering the bedroom to put their clothes back on.

Rose wore a black roll neck sweater over her vest top, and John pulled a chunky white sweater over his shirt, ready for the cooler weather of London.

"Ready?" John asked with a smile, holding out his hand and waggling his fingers.

Rose returned his smile and took his hand. "Ready."

Hand in hand they walked out of their bedroom and headed for the console room.

"Mummyyyy." Young Eyulf ran up to them as they stepped out of the TARDIS into the lounge at Tyler Mansion. Rose stooped down for her son to grab her around the neck, before standing up and spinning him around in a hug.

"And how's my little soldier then?" she asked him as she placed a kiss on his cheek.

"Iv'e been playin' with Tony's spacemen. And then, when he came back from school, we played football on the lawn." he told them. John reached over and ruffled his messy hair before planting a kiss on his head.

"Then Space Patrol was on, so we came in to watch the telly."

Rose was beaming a smile at her little chatterbox of a son, as he proceeded to tell them about his exciting day.

"I heard you and Daddy laughing when you fell through the door of the TARDIS," he said innocently. "Were you havin' fun?"

Rose and John looked at each other horrified and started to blush. How much had he sensed? They thought they had been careful about shielding their thoughts from their telepathic son. Jackie noticed their reaction and rolled her eyes in an exaggerated fashion before giving them a smirk.

"Er, yes Son. We were happy that we had managed to outrun the policemen that were chasing us," John said sheepishly, tugging his ear.

"I always said you two were up to somethin' in that knockin' box back in the old universe," Jackie said. "The way you used to hold hands and hug, passin' them looks between ya."

"MUM!" Rose exclaimed. Her Mum could be so coarse at times.

"Well. It's no good tryin' to deny it. I'm just surprised that the way you two go at it, you haven't got a TARDIS full by now. And yes, I do know it's bigger on the inside."

Rose's eyes and mouth were wide in disbelief. John started to giggle, then chuckle, and then couldn't hold it in and started to belly laugh. Rose looked at him and slapped his arm.

"Don't encourage her," she berated him. The look of disapproval on her face made him laugh even more, and Rose couldn't help have a little laugh herself. Jackie had a wicked grin on her face, she knew she'd hit the mark with that one.

"Tony. Yer Dad'll be home soon. Be a love an' go an' wash yer hands before we sit down to eat will ya."

"Okay," the nearly seven year old said, standing up and heading out of the room.

Rose sat down with EJ on her lap and took some wipes out of a packet on the low table and wiped his hands and his face.

"There we are. Nice and clean," she declared before planting another kiss on his cheek.

They heard Tony talking to Alistair, the house manager after he had washed his hands.

"Can I tell them….? DADS HOME!" he bellowed down the hallway.

"Thank you young Master Tony, that was very…. loud. If you will excuse me, I need to find the first aid box. I do believe my ears have started to bleed."

They heard Tony and his father chuckling as they walked down the hall and entered the lounge. Everyone exchanged greetings as Pete went over to Jackie and kissed her on the cheek.

"You look tired Love. Busy day?" she said.

"Yeah, thanks to our top undercover agents here," he replied with a smile.

"I take it there was some good information on that disk then?" John asked.

"You bet. C'mon, let's eat and I'll tell you all about it."

At the dining table, Rose was cutting EJ's sausages into bite sized pieces for him to manage. While the children had a simple 'bangers and mash', the adults were having 'toad in the hole', with some spicy herb sausages and an onion gravy.

"I was with Harriet and the head of MI6 all afternoon, video conferencing with the head of the CIA and KGB," Pete told them in between a mouthful of his meal.

"That chance meeting Rose had with the Dalek intelligence officer, led John to the informant, and 'hey presto', one of the biggest crime syndicates in the galaxy is now in the can," Pete summarised.

Rose shuddered as though someone had walked over her grave. "I still can't get used to the Daleks in this universe. I know they are not a threat, but every time I see them I think of Satellite 5, Canary Wharf and the Crucible."

"I know," John said. "It's probably because they have no faces or bodies. You can't read their body language." He turned to Pete. "So what are the intelligence agencies going to do?"

"They are coordinating a multi agency offensive to arrest and detain all the people on disk. Raids on all the properties and confiscation of all goods and monies. It should happen in the early hours of the morning."

"Blimey. That sounds like a hell of an operation," Jackie said. "No wonder you're knackered."

"Maybe we could have an early night," he grinned at her, waggling his eyebrows.

John and Rose stifled their laughter as Jackie blushed. Hardly surprising after what she had said to them earlier.

"We won't hang about after dessert then. We can get an early night ourselves," John said as he reached for Rose's hand and gave it a squeeze.

Rose was lying with her head resting on John's chest, drawing circles in his chest hair while he had his arm around her shoulders. Her right leg was resting between his thighs.

"Johnnn?" she said looking up at him with those gorgeous brown eyes.

"Mmmm?" he replied as he looked down at her.

"I've been thinkin' about what Mum said this afternoon. Y'know, the thing about the TARDIS bein' full of kids?"

"Yeah?" She now had his undivided attention.

"Well, I was wonderin'... How would you feel about more little Smiths runnin' about in the TARDIS?"

"I hadn't given it any thought really, but now you come to mention it…." He stared off into space, remembering a former life.

"You're thinkin' about Lungbarrow, aren't ya?" Rose asked, she could sense it through their telepathic link. John had told her about his two alternate time lines, one before the fall of Pythia, and one after.

In the first time line, he had parents, a wife, children and a granddaughter. In the second one, he had been produced in a loom and only had cousins. An ancient artefact called 'The Hand Of Omega' had intervened and sent him back to the time before the fall of Pythia, and reunited him with his granddaughter.

He definitely preferred his memories of the first time line and had a little pang of regret for a lost family that had never really existed when Pythia fell. It was all a bit wibbly-wobbly and timey-wimey.

He gently squeezed her shoulder and kissed the top of her head, appreciating the second chance he had been given to have a family again. "You know Rose, I can think of nothing more perfect than a TARDIS full of little Smiths."

"Really? You wouldn't mind EJ having brothers and sisters?"

"Are you kidding? It will be brilliant, but what about Special Operations? When you were carrying EJ, you were worried about not being able to be a Field Agent."

"Yeah I know, but it wasn't that bad bein' a Field Agent Supervisor. I was still able to go out on a shout with ya and be in the thick of it."

He smiled at her. "If you're sure then?"

She gave him her tongue through the teeth smile. "I'm sure if you are…. When can we start?"

"Wellll. You'll have to stop taking your pill, and then we'll have to wait for you to ovulate. I can tell you when that happens," he said with a cheeky grin.

"We can still practice though, can't we?" she giggled.

"Practice makes perfect Love, and I want our kids to be perfect. We've already made a good start with Eyulf."

"Right then, no time like the present." They pulled the duvet over them and began their first of many practice sessions, (not that they really needed any).