Hey, all!

Firstly, thank you to those new followers/reviewers! I can't tell you how much I enjoy reading the positive feedback! Constructive criticism is also greatly appreciated.

Anyhoo, before the story (I've had this idea for a while now), I wanted to make a quick note: I don't support gender swap. I don't find it particularly attracting, and I don't plan on doing it a lot.

HOWEVER…when my sister and I were randomly making up entertaining Doctor Who scenarios, this little idea came to the forefront. And I couldn't help but laugh when I envisioned how this meeting and the events after it would play out. So, yeah. That's my little rant; now, onto the one-shot!

God bless and have a great day (or night)!

Writing Prompt #87: Gender Swap

Characters:

Genderbent: 10th Doctor, Rose (Ross) Tyler, Mickey (Nicky) Smith, "CJ" Jack Harkness ("Jack" is short for something…maybe Jackie, or something like that)

Regular gender: 10th Doctor, Rose Tyler, Mickey (Rickey) Smith, Jack Harkness

Shippings: implied 10/Rose, Jack/everyone

Genre: Humor

Rating: K+ (simply because of the genderbending; the story itself is clean and doesn't have any super intense moments)

In an alternate reality…

The Doctor peeked out from behind a metal wall. The shuddering crashes of the monster's feet slamming against the ground were growing fainter. Breathing a sigh of relief, the Doctor allowed herself a moment to get somewhat collected. Reaching into one of the (insanely) deep pockets on her blue vest (she loved the blue vest…weeeell, now that she thought about it, she only ever seemed to be wearing one of two outfits. Was that enough for her to honestly say that she really happened to like one? And it wasn't as if she didn't like the other one. She really did…wait; rambling. Again. Back to the point).

Anyway…Reaching into the pocket of her blue vest, the Doctor pushed the brown hair out of her eyes and examined the map. Fortunately, they had managed to keep the monster trapped within the basement of the huge warehouse. Unfortunately, this wasn't a monster to accept a second chance (or do any communicating whatsoever), which meant that it was up to the Doctor and her faithful companions to save the day. Speaking of which…

Glancing around her, the Doctor peered from behind the wall, focusing on a large stack of canisters. A blond head appeared for a moment, then ducked back. After several seconds, a figure dashed across the open space between the canisters and the wall.

"You made it!" the Doctor beamed. The newcomer heaved and slid into a sitting position.

"This is such a stupid idea" he muttered, brushing the blond hair from his face.

"Oh, come on Ross!" the Doctor mocked hurt. "You're loving this. How could you still be with me if you didn't love this?"

"Maybe it's 'cause I'm an idiot," the teenage boy responded, looking up at the Doctor. For a moment, the two locked eyes. In that moment, their gazes grew fonder; Ross grinned, the Doctor felt a blush creeping up her face.

"Anyway," she began, handing Ross the map. Digging into another pocket, she brought out her sonic screwdriver. Instead of pointing it at anything, though, she brought it back behind her head. Grabbing a handful of hair, she gave an expert twist. In a few seconds, she had completed a pencil-ponytail (minus the pencil). Bangs and fly-aways stuck out everywhere, but she didn't seem to mind.

"Righty, then," she mused, taking the map back and looking at it. "According to this, and the plan, Nicky should be right over…" she spun around, trying to find an exact location. "There!" she exclaimed loudly. Very loudly. From somewhere in the room, the beast bellowed.

"And CJ…" the Doctor whispered hoarsely, "she should be right ooooooooover…there. On that pile of crates, ready to distract the monster. Unless, of course, she happens to be flirting with anyone." The Doctor stared at the crates, willing the fourth member of their party to appear. If they all died and it was her fault, well, then; the Doctor didn't know what she'd do, but it would be something bad.

"Come on, CJ," she hissed. "Where are you?!"

In the real reality of Doctor Who…

The four-member TARDIS team was taking a breather. And could anyone blame them? They had just finished another successful mission, which had involved, among other things, the trapping and killing of a huge beast inside an abandoned warehouse. The warehouse had been lying on the outer edge of a huge company, which received many visitors every day (the company, not the warehouse). It was the usual; monster on the loose, threatening countless innocent people (weeell, maybe not countless, but they didn't have time to count while they were there). Rose and Mickey wandering off and getting almost killed, Jack flirting with everyone (and everything), and the Doctor being the heroic one, saving the rest of his team and the world (OK; maybe he was exaggerating his role a tad). There had been overbearing assistances (sorry; Lego Movie reference), and a CEO that had nearly gotten them all incarcerated. Three times. And on top of all that, Jack had nearly gotten the rest of his team killed when he chose to woo a black-cloaked employee instead of making sure the Doctor, Rose, and Mickey weren't in a life-or-death situation (which they were…thanks Jack).

In the end, though, they had all gotten out alive, and the CEO had apologized (albeit begrudgingly), mostly because the warehouse wouldn't have to pay for any damage (the warehouse was the only thing that had been destroyed, surprisingly).

Now here they were, taking time to relax and unwind on the TARDIS. Mickey and Rose were sitting together on the couch next to the consul, the Doctor was leaning against the consul itself, arms and legs crossed, his brown pinstripe suit full of creases. Jack was sitting on the floor, reclining against the banister. He was recounting an adventure that he had experienced about 200 years from the time they were in at that moment. The captain was so enthusiastic, flinging his arms around, his face contorting into a million different expressions, and the story itself was so humorous, that Mickey and Rose were reduced to breathless gasps of laughter. The Doctor had kept himself from getting into the story at first (he was slightly miffed that Jack had nearly been the cause of his death), but when Jack finished retelling the account of an escapade involving a traveling circus being infiltrated by a deadly escaped convict, he couldn't help but chuckle.

Jack was stating up another tale when the TARDIS door burst open. Captain Jack stopped in mid-sentence, Rose and Mickey nearly fell off the chair, and the Doctor stiffened. All four turned simultaneously in the direction of approaching footsteps. Booted steps clunked loudly, quickly on the metal grating. A loud clatter rang through the ship as something heavy (and also metal) fell onto the floor. A figure stood in front of the clear cylinder of the consul, taking deep breaths. After a moment of utter silence, the Doctor peered around the cylinder, trying to get a good look at the newcomer.

Her back was turned to him as she faced the door. But she was a girl; that much he knew right off. Dark brown hair fell to mid-back. A short, sturdy build, wearing black boots, pants, and a blue jacket. The thing that had fallen was a blaster of some kind (looking not unlike the very blaster that Jack had used while they had been chasing the monster). Turning towards the consul, the Doctor got to see her face. The skin was tanned, the lips bright red. Her eyes were dark, and sparked with mischievousness. Pulling what looked like a walkie-talkie out of a coat pocket, she brought it to her mouth.

"This is CJ calling in," she stated. "I'm in the TARDIS. What's the next move, boss?" She frowned when nothing but static answered her question.

"CJ…this is CJ," she tried again. "Doc, can you hear me?"

Again, there was no response.

"This is so cheap," she muttered, "then again, serves me right. Never trust an Alivinon. Then again, they were pretty good kissers," she closed her eyes, grinning at the memory. Rose took this moment to clear her throat.

"Hello," she started.

Before Rose could get the word out of her mouth, the girl had reached down, picked up the weapon, sidestepped around the consul, and was aiming the blaster at the four of them.

"Alright, no one make a move," she said smoothly, still smiling. But there was nothing friendly about the look in her eye. One by one, the Doctor, Rose, Mickey, and Jack raised their hands in the air.

"We're friends," Mickey started.

"Shut it," the stranger commanded with her powerful voice. Mickey promptly shut up.

"But he's right," Rose attempted. "We're not doin' any harm; who are you and how'd you get on the TARDIS?"

"Maybe we can help," Jack suggested. The Doctor shot him a look.

"Stop it," he snapped. The woman paused, then swung the barrel of the gun in the Doctor's direction.

"Say that again," she demanded. The Doctor blinked.

"Say what?" he asked.

"What you just said," she prodded, "tell him to stop it. Exactly the way you said it."

"Stop it," the Doctor repeated, glowering at Jack. The girl examined him disbelievingly.

"Doctor?" she breathed.

"Yes…" the Doctor responded. For the second time, the gun fell to the ground. The woman staggered back. Turning her back to them, she muttered to herself. The other four glanced at each other, listening to her ramble to herself and push buttons on some device. Finally she turned, slowly. She looked at each of them, then walked up to Rose.

"Ross?"

"No; it's Rose," Rose corrected. "Rose Tyler. And that's Mickey."

"Not Nicky, then," the woman said.

"No; that's a girl's name," Mickey scoffed. "And last time I checked, I'm not a girl."

"You certainly are not," she agreed, nodding. Then she smirked. "A male Doctor and Mickey; oh, you don't want to know what I'm thinking right now," she turned around, hands on her hips. She surveyed her surroundings; her eyes fell on Jack, who was now standing up.

"You can mean only one thing," she said, walking over to him. As she did, the Doctor noticed the way she walked. It reminded him of something. That, and the grin she flashed at him as she flounced past caused his stomach to flop. And then she went to Jack, stood right in front of Jack Harkness, and he knew. Oh, he knew. And judging by the look on the captain's face, the Doctor had a horrible sensation that Jack knew, too.

"Hey, there," she chuckled, taking his hand in a firm handshake. "I'm Captain Jack Harkness."

Rose and Mickey stood in mute shock and confusion. Jack himself seemed baffled, but the confusion cleared as he fully realized what was happening. He smiled, eyes flashing.

"Nice to meet you, Jack," he responded warmly (too warmly, the Doctor thought miserably), "I'm Captain Jack Harkness."

"Two Jacks…?" Rose looked to the Doctor for an explanation. However, the Time Lord was too busy burying his face in his hands and despairing about his future to take note of Rose.

"I don't know how it happened," the female Jack said, shrugging. "One moment, I'm with the Doctor, Ross, and Nicky; next thing I know, I'm in a TARDIS in a completely different reality. But I can tell you right now; I'm not regretting this one bit." She grinned at her male counterpart.

"Noooo…" the Doctor moaned. "This is too much…"

"Can she come with us, Doctor?" Jack asked eagerly, beaming at his friend's discomfort. "She and I can share a room. You probably won't see us much, and she won't cause much trouble."

The Doctor jerked his head up and glared at the two Jacks.

"No," he lashed. "You cause enough trouble by yourself. I'm not going to allow two of you, especially if one's a female, to go rampaging around the universe. And that's final!" With that, the Doctor turned to the TARDIS controls, a determined look on his face. Rose looked from him to the two Jacks, still busy flirting with each other. The Doctor had a point; this could definitely awkward, to say the least. Still, she couldn't help but smile at her friend's misfortune.

"Poor Doctor," she speculated, "it had to be you. It had to happen to you."

So, yeah. That actually turned out being much longer than what I anticipated. To those who managed to get through to the ending, congrats!

Also, I'm not sure if female!Jack will be coming back in later stories. I might consider it, depending on what the one-shot happens to be about.