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Writing Prompt #44: Caught in the Act

Characters: Amy Pond, Clara Oswald, Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness, 11th Doctor, 10th Doctor

Shippings: Implied Jack/everyone, Rose/Doctor

Genre: Humor/Friendship/Mystery

Rating: K

Prompted by: Lalalala

Summary: How about, like, Rose, Amy, and Clara meet? And then Jack shows up. That would be totally hilarious!

"Oooooooooooh…" Clara moaned softly as she lowered herself into the Jacuzzi. Hot water splashed around her feet, soaking her one-piece red swimming suit. With a sigh, the brunet let her body relax. Warm water rose to her neck, and jets of hot water shot out of the walls, causing bubbles and white froth to form.

The Doctor had promised her a week here, at the least. Clara closed her eyes, letting the water slosh over her shoulders. All of that running and adventuring took its toll on the poor human; the Doctor didn't seem to remember that she wasn't as physically fit as he was. A relaxing dip in a Jacuzzi was just what her aching muscles needed.

A splashing noise caused her to crack open brown eyes. Next to her, a tall ginger was stepping into the pool. She glanced Clara's way; Ms. Oswald smiled in greeting.

"Hey," she said.

"Hi." The redhead let out a sigh as she sat down on the Jacuzzi step. "I needed this," she nearly groaned. Her words were dominated by a very Scottish accent.

"Tell me about it," Clara laughed. For a while, the two women were silent, enjoying the Jacuzzi.

"I feel like I've run several 5-K races in a row," the Scottish woman stated to no one in particular. Clara looked over at her.

"Same here." She smiled fondly and shook her head. "And it's not even me who's getting involved in the first place! I've got a friend who seems to instigate most of the running."

"I totally understand what you mean," the redhead responded. "He's all like, 'let's see the sights! It'll be fun! It won't wear us out!' I honestly don't know what he's thinking half the time. No matter where we go, trouble and running usually follow."

"I can sympathize," Clara answered. "Clara, by the way."

"I'm Amy."

"What's the name of your friend?"

"Ummm…" Amy paused. "His name's John Smith. How about you? You with anyone?"

"Yeah, actually." Now it was Clara's turn to stop and think. "His name's…Archibald. I call him Archie for short."

"Mind if I join you?" a new voice queried. Clara and Amy turned to see a blond-haired girl in a pink, one-piece swimsuit standing almost directly behind them.

"No, not at all!" Amy replied, scooting over. Warm water rippled as the newcomer splashed heavily into the Jacuzzi.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah." She exhaled loudly. Clara and Amy looked at each other, smirked, and turned to the stranger.

"Let me guess," Clara probed. "Experienced some stressful or super active episodes lately?"

"Oh, yeah." The new girl had an estuary accent. She laughed, wide lips pulling into a smile. Golden hair stuck to her shoulders in stringy wet strands. "I've been doin' a lot of runnin' around lately."

"Welcome to the club," Amy noted. "I'm Amy."

"Clara Oswald," Clara put in.

"I'm Rose. Rose Tyler."

"Traveling with anyone?" Amy wanted to know.

"Yeah. I'm with a guy…John Smith."

"Really? Me too!" Amy exclaimed.

For a moment, Rose looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Well…" she said uncertainly, "John Smith is a very common name."

"Yeah, it is, isn't it?"

And awkward silence fell. Clara closed her eyes, her mind racing. Three women, all traveling with a male companion, in need of a break because of physical strain? It couldn't be anything more than a coincidence…could it?

"Hey, ladies."

Rose moaned and turned herself around. Water sloshed out of the Jacuzzi onto the tile. "What d'you want, Jack?"

"I thought you were with John Smith," Amy said, suspicion underlying her statement.

"Jack's my other friend," Rose explained.

"Nice to see you, Rose." Jack was on the shorter side, with a stocky, firm build. Laughing eyes, sparking with mischief, looked down at the three. "And who are your friends?"

"Don't even start," Rose reprimanded him. Jack's mouth turned down in a frown.

"You sound just like the Doctor," he complained. "Between you and him, how am I supposed to make any acquaintances?"

"I'm sorry," Clara piped up. Three pairs of eyes turned to her. "Did you say 'the Doctor'?"

"Yeah. Friend of Rose and mine. He's wandering around here somewhere, doin' who-knows-what." Jack caught the warning in Rose's eyes too late. "Oh…uh…" his stuttering died out.

Amy's expression was a mixture of shock, suspicion, and curiosity. Clara's eyes darted from one face to the other. He really did just say 'the Doctor'…didn't he?

"Claraaaa!" a familiar voice called. At the same time, Clara and Amy stood up, trying to locate the direction the voice was coming from. They froze, looking at each other.

"Amyyyyyyyyyyy!" the same voice cried, coming nearer.

"I'm in here!" Amy yelled in response. Footsteps approached the pool room. Jack and the three women stood, tense and dripping wet (with the exception of Jack).

The green swinging doors crashed open, and a man in a red bowtie and tweed jacket entered the pool area. He swung out his gangly limbs, brushing back dark brown hair with one hand as he walked.

"I know what I said about you being able to relax in the Jacuzzi for at least one hour undisturbed," he was saying, "but something very curious and potentially deadly has sort of popped up, and I was wondering if you could just join me upstairs for…" The rant tapered to a stop as the Doctor caught sight of Rose and Jack. He came to an abrupt halt. He blinked his eyes, rubbed them, and blinked again. But the two figures didn't disappear. Stepping forward slowly, gingerly, the Doctor pocked Jack square in the chest with one finger. Jack raised an eyebrow in response.

"Well, then." The Doctor rubbed his hands together, quite at a loss for words.

"Hey, Clara!" The green doors opened again, and the Doctor burst upon the already quite confusing scene. He adjusted his bowtie, and his purple coat billowed out behind him as he walked. "I've picked up some very strange readings in this hotel. I don't know what's causing it, but I may need your assistance…" He froze, staring first at Jack, then at Rose, then at Amy, then at himself.

"What…?" he squeaked. "What's going on?!"

"Rose," the younger Doctor murmured, his attention still entirely focused on his two past companions. He didn't realize how much he had missed the yellow-and-pink girl, nor the immortal man.

"Rose, Jack, you in here?" One more man was going to join the awkward party. The Doctor, complete with trenchcoat and sandshoes, bounced over to the pool. Since he didn't know any of the other people in the room, he wasn't quite as fazed as anyone else was at the moment. The two other Doctors, on the other hand, stared at him as if he were some sort of rare alien (which he was, but that was beside the point).

"Well…then," the Doctor in the tweed said, glancing at the assembly. "I certainly hope this is it."

"Who are all these people, then?" the Doctor asked, fishing a blue sonic screwdriver out of one of his pockets.

"Nice bowtie," the Doctor commented, gesturing to the bright red accessory around his past self's neck.

"Thanks," the Doctor responded. "It's cool."

Amy, Clara, Jack, and Rose exchanged confused and slightly-weirded-out looks.

There you go, Lalalala! I hope you will enjoy this. I tried to do your prompt justice.

And to you other readers: I hope you like it, as well. See that little box just below the chapter? You can type a little review in there. It makes my day. ;)