A/N I own nothing from the source material, songs, or oc's from MyraValhallah's story. Just doing this for fun.
Chapter 8
"Sons and daughters?" Rose looked at the TARDIS. Which, by the way, was kind of screwy for even her well time and space traveled mind. The TARDIS could run simulations and put out warnings by taking the form of a past visitor but Rose had never really spoken with her. She guessed that she wasn't seeing the real form either considering this projection looked exactly like Rose herself.
"You are nervous...and confused? Yes, confused. But how can you be confused so thoroughly?" The TARDIS walked in a slow circle about the little human from her level 5 planet who had seen so many things and been so many places and still could have trouble in wrapping her mind around something. The TARDIS smiled, "He still gets confused as well. You know...I met him when he was already very old. He is my old man and I am his blue box, however, I fear he has been around humans for a bit too long. He used to travel with his granddaughter and then with so many others. Barring that one snog in San Fransisco he had been pretty much chaste for five hundred years. Then you come along and make him think he's human. I wasn't enough for him anymore. True, he still loves our adventures but I am with him all of the time. I see how lonely he gets, even when he is with me, I've been with him through every tragedy. He knows that I don't want him to make a choice he'll regret. I am afraid that is why he left you behind. Silly nit didn't realize that would make him even more miserable. So yes, Sons and Daughters of Gallifrey."
"I'm sorry," Rose stared at her interlocutor then placed a hand to her pounding headache, "was that supposed to help me understand?"
"Well yes, I am changing you silly, that's why you're in pain. It won't last long though. A moment of pain for lifetimes of happiness."
Rose woke with a start and felt strange. It was as though she could taste light and smell purple. Her fingers didn't look right. She didn't feel right, and yet, she felt perfect. Perfectly fine. Perfectly Rose. There was a horrible wrenching feeling in her right side and she pressed her hand against it and then jumped. She felt a heart beat. She placed her hand over the left side of her chest...B-bump...then the other over the right...B-bump. She had two hearts. She looked at her self in the mirror and thought for a moment she was looking at the TARDIS. "No." The word came out with a wisp of regeneration energy thus proving her right. Rose Tyler was now genetically Gallifreyan.
Sarah had her hands pinned between herself and Jareth's chest as he kissed her in a very possessive way. This wasn't right. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. She felt his tongue test the hard line of her lips. Well that's the last straw. She pushed against him and stood staring down at the Goblin King.
"What were you thinking?! Are you insane. I just got a crash course in your family history, catch you up on my life without you, and you think that is an open invitation to attach yourself like a barnacle to my mouth. Let me tell you something Goblin King. I am not easy, I am not that fifteen year old girl confused over subtext, and I am pretty sure that if you had tried that with anyone else it might have gone over no problem but here's the thing. I am Sarah Williams, I have seen things in the last three days, you think reordering time will win you something from me? Well you have another think coming you poofy shirted, entitled...JERK!" She stormed out and pushed past Christine and Ayesha, who had been waiting at the door, and walked to a room where she could find some quiet.
Jareth stared at the space once occupied by the Labyrinth's champion dumbly. His sister and mother had burst into hysterics. Jareth stomped over and glitter poofed as close to them as possible. Neither knew where he might have gone but looked at each other soberly, doused in sparkles, and started giggling again.