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Twenty Second Century Girl
By : lmJillybean
Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who
Views: 3597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Dr. Who, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
Twenty Second Century Girl
Author:
Jillybean“Rose? Rose?”
If Rose
rolled over and woke from her wonderfully deep sleep, she swore she’d be
furious if that turned out to be Susan shaking her shoulder.“Rose,”
Susan managed to somehow whisper her shout.Rose’s eyes
snapped open to level a glare at the little slip of a woman clad only in a silk
nightgown. “What?” she growled. A little voice in the back of her mind
whispered that Susan didn’t know how dangerous it was to wake a sleeping Rose,
but the part of her that had been forced to wake up wasn’t very agreeable. And her face ached.“Rose I
need your help,” Susan whispered. Rose
could just make out a blush on the other woman’s face in the dim light. “I . . . my . . .”Forcing
herself to sit up, Rose gingerly rubbed at her eyes, trying to avoid the
freshly healed flesh on her face. “What
is it, Susan? I’m really tired.”Nervously
pulling at the end of her plait, Susan closed her eyes. “My period’s started,” she whispered,
blushing even further.“Oh.” Rose wondered how cold it was outside her
wonderful bed. “Come here.” God it was cold outside her wonderful
bed. She padded barefoot across the
marble floors, rifling through the huge mahogany vanity chest before emerging
with pads and tampons. “There,” she
tossed them to Susan. “Bathroom’s
through there if you want.”She waited
until Susan had disappeared to the en-suite before she flung herself into her
bed, shivering as she pulled the thick duvet back up to her chin.Susan
emerged some time later, still looking distinctly uncomfortable. “Thanks,” she murmured, rubbing her
arms.“Tha’s
fine,” Rose slurred, snuggling deeper into her bed.“On
Gallifrey . . .” Susan stared off into space, “women didn’t . . . didn’t
have . . . cycles.”“Periods,”
Rose corrected, her curiosity piqued despite herself.“And then
when we landed on Earth . . .” Susan stepped closer to the bed, much to Rose’s
dismay. “Well, when I started . . . it
was in the sixties. I’ve never been
comfortable with it.”Rose rolled
her eyes.“And
Granddad . . . well he didn’t really know,” Susan sat on the very edge of
Rose’s bed.“Really?” Rose asked, curious again. “Huh.”
“Is that
surprising?” Susan asked.“Yeah,”
Rose stretched slightly, feeling herself waking up despite her best
efforts. “He always knows to stock up on
chocolate before mine starts.” She frowned, realising how strange and slightly
stalkerish that sounded out loud.Susan
smiled vaguely. “You’re so . . .
knowledgeable. And brave,” she added.“Me?” Rose
asked, piling the pillows up behind her so she could sit up and talk to the
girl.“Yes,”
Susan nodded her head vigorously. “The
way you handled those men . . .” she stared at Rose in awe. “I was amazed.”“But . . .”
Rose scratched her chin where there should have been a bruise, but wasn’t. The dermal regeneration always left her
feeling itchy. “You’re from the future,
right?”“Well . . .
I chose to stay with David in the twenty second century, yes,” Susan
agreed. “I’m from Gallifrey originally,
but I was very young. I barely remember
it. And I’m half blood.”“How young?”
“Fifty?” Susan shrugged one elegant shoulder. “Could I . . . sleep with you tonight?”
Rose
blinked. “Why?”“Because . . . I don’t want to be alone.” She said it with the same blunt honesty and
vulnerability that wormed the Doctor into her bed oh so many nights, and Rose
found herself pulling the cover back.“Just don’t
steal all the pillows,” she grumbled, handing one over.“I won’t,”
Susan promised, lying down beside her. “I’m
really sorry, Rose. I didn’t mean to get
you hurt.”Lying on
her side, facing away from the young Gallifreyan, Rose sighed. “That’s okay, Susan, I’m just a bit grumpy
today.”oOo
Jack burst into Rose’s room in the proverbial morning,
dressed in boxers and a white tank top, without a care in the world, and it was
only when he jumped on top of her bed did it click in his mind that something
wasn’t right.“Rose!” he
exclaimed, sounding scandalised, as he leapt to the foot of her bed, staring at
Susan incredulously.“Oh!” Susan
squeaked, pulling the duvet up to her nose in an attempt to remain modest and
leaving Rose exposed to the air.“Rose!”
Jack corrected his tone, sounding far more appreciative this time. “Well done, Rose!”“Ja-ack,”
she flung a pillow at him, rolling off the side of the bed and landing hard on
the stone floor. “Clean your mind.” She scrambled to her feet, aided when Jack
decided to pull her up by the hips.“Oh but I’d
be so happy to see that,” Jack purred in her ear. “It’s my birthday soon . . .”“No it’s
not,” she swatted him away. “Susan, just
ignore him.” Standing in front of the
sink, she stared at her bleary eyed reflection in the mirror.“Hi,” she
heard Jack say from her bedroom.“Hello,”
Susan fairly squeaked.“You’re a
shy thing,” Jack mused.“Leave off
her,” Rose called through, squeezing toothpaste out on her brush.“Susan
doesn’t mind!” Jack protested.“And get
out!” Rose stared at the mirror,
wondering why she’d been dreaming about Max Gallagher shagging her senseless .
. . especially when he’d left Casualty years ago. Come to think of it, didn’t Max have a
leather jacket? And then Rose was fairly
sure Josh had inherited it when he’d left . . . which made her feel icky.“Rose?” Susan
appeared at the door, looking ridiculous in her little silk slip.“Hey,” Rose
spat out the toothpaste into the sink.
“You can rifle around for some clothes if you’d like,” she waved vaguely
at the drawers. “Just . . . stay out of
that one,” she pointed to the bottom drawer of her vanity cabinet. She didn’t think Susan would be able to
handle a big pink vibrator.oOo
“Your granddaughter is a nutcase,” she announced as she
entered the kitchen. She yawned,
stretching, and not missing the moment of rapt attention from both men. She kicked the Doctor’s legs out the way and
sat on the bar stool beside him, leaning against the wall. The Doctor, dressed only in the jogging pants
he wore to sleep in, didn’t spare her a look.“She’s hot
though,” Jack said, flipping a pancake in the air.The Doctor
peered over the top of the paper he was reading, raising an eyebrow at Jack.“For a . .
. out of bounds girl,” Jack said, trying to recover. He flipped the pancake again and then forked
it onto a plate, pouring more batter into his pan.“Nuts,”
Rose repeated darkly.“Rose,” the
Doctor began.“Completely!” Rose flung her hands in the air. “She thinks she’s from the sixties!”
“Rose, she is
from the sixties,” the Doctor folded his paper and set it in front of him,
scratching at his bare chest as he leaned forward to eye the pancakes.“She pisses
me off,” Rose told him, kicking at him.He caught
her foot and held it up high, unbalancing her.
“Be nice!”“Why? You’re nasty to my Mum.”
“You’re in
a really bad mood this morning,” Jack said, turning towards them with a plate
piled high with pancakes.“And,” the
Doctor snatched the warmest pancakes from the top of the pile, lathering them
with syrup, “your Mum’s insane.”“And your
granddaughter’s -”“Susan!”
Jack exclaimed with a big grin. “So good to see you.”Rose met
the Doctor’s eyes, refusing to back down as Susan circled the table to sit with
Jack.“Oh,
pancakes!” Susan exclaimed, seizing the
maple syrup. “Where are we going
today?” She and Jack glanced up to see
the tableau before them unresolved.“To see
Rose’s mother,” the Doctor said with forced cheer, still staring at Rose.“Won’t that
be fun,” Rose ground out.Susan
turned to Jack. “Did I miss something?”“Don’t
worry,” Jack put his arm around her.
“Mommy and Daddy are just thinking about divorce, that’s all.”oOo
The stony silence between the antagonists remained
unbreakable all the way up to Jackie’s flat. Susan stuck very close to Jack, her eyes wide
as she took in every aspect of the estate around her.Jackie
didn’t blink when her daughter and the Doctor turned up at the door, and she
didn’t comment when they both tried to come over the threshold at the same
time, resulting in a brief scuffle. An
uncharitable soul may have thought that Jackie would have been pleased by this
behaviour, or even entertained the notion of a break-up, but Jackie wasn’t so
daft. She knew this for what it
was. Normalcy.“Hello,
Jack, cup of tea?” she asked, inviting him in.Jack
grinned down at her, pressing closer.
“That would be fantastic, Mrs Tyler.”Susan
followed her grandfather and Rose as they both sat at opposite ends of the tiny
living room. The Doctor took the
armchair closest to the telly, while Rose thumped down onto the sofa. Jack, very wisely, unfolded a chair and sat
on that, beckoning Susan towards him.Jackie came
through with a tray of mugs and a plate of biscuits. “Hello love,” she nodded to Susan. “I’m Jackie.
Rose’s mum.”“Oh,” Susan
accepted her mug of tea meekly. “Thank
you Mrs Tyler.”“So, how
long are you stopping over?” Jackie asked, knowing she wouldn’t get an answer
out of her daughter.“Just to
say ‘hi’, really,” Jack said, dunking a bourbon biscuit into his tea.Jackie
raised an eyebrow.“I’m going
to see Mickey,” Rose announced, pushing to her feet. “Back soon.”Jackie
watched the blonde girl leave the flat and shook her head. “All right, well, Jack, you know where
everything is. I’m off down the shops, I
won’t be long, love.”“Sure,” Jack
grinned at her, relocating to the sofa.
“Thanks, Jacks,” he added, kissing her on the cheek.Susan waited for the three of them to be alone before she
spoke up. “Grandfather, I don’t mean to
pry, but . . . why are we here?” She
sounded so confused that Jack just had to laugh.“We’re here
to see Jackie,” the Doctor snarked in a very poor
impression of Rose. He folded his arms
and sunk deeper into the armchair.“But Rose
has gone to see Mickey,” Susan said, getting another laugh from Jack.“We’re here
to prove a point,” Jack said, sticking his tongue out at the Doctor.“But . . .”
Susan frowned, “Grandfather, you didn’t used to take your companions home.”“I know,”
the Doctor growled.“So . . .” Susan took a deep
breath and ventured onwards. “Why don’t
we leave?”“Leave?”
the Doctor repeated, looking slightly tempted.
“Rose would kill me.”“Why?”
Susan grimaced. “I don’t understand,
Granddad.”“Much as
I’d love to,” the Doctor made an effort to explain, “my
life would not be worth living if I just left.”“Then . . .
leave Rose too,” Susan frowned, glancing at Jack to see if her logic followed
through.“Yeah . .
.” Jack folded his arms, staring the Doctor down. “Why don’t you leave Rose too?”The Doctor
glared at him. “Ha
ha.”“I’m serious,”
Susan said in a small voice.The Doctor
glanced at her, surprised. “You are?”
“Well . . . yes.”
Susan shifted uncomfortably.“Leave
Rose?” the Doctor repeated. “Not take
her with me?” He look
utterly astounded by the idea. “I’ll be
right back,” he said, pointing at them vaguely and heading out the door.“Where’s he
gone?” Susan asked, staring at the door closing behind him.“No clue,”
Jack switched the telly on, lolling on the couch. “Ooh!
Hey! CBeebies!”oOo
Rose grimaced when she heard the door opening and the
closing. Setting her shoulders, she
stared out at the London sky scape,
trying not to pay attention to the Doctor as he approached.“You have
to find a better hiding place,” he said, standing beside her and huddling down
in his jacket. “Blimey it’s cold up
here.”Rose said
nothing, but her teeth chattered slightly.“We’re so
French Farce . . .” the Doctor said after a moment, watching London
go by.“Huh?” Rose
glanced at him, meeting his eyes and grinning despite herself. “Bastard,” she added, affectionately.“Like those
films,” the Doctor explained. He hiked
up onto the vent cover Rose was sitting on, putting his arm around her and
pulling close to his chest, resting his cheek on the crown of her head. “People trying to pretend they’re in a
relationship when they really hate each other.”“Are you
saying you hate me?” Rose asked, pulling his jacket as
far around her as it would go.“You
obviously don’t watch enough French Farce.”Rose was
silent for a moment, listening to the lub lub dub dub of his hearts. “Are you saying we’re in a relationship?”“There are
a lot of definitions of that word,” he said, swallowing as she sighed in
disappointment, pulling away from him.“You must
have had them,” she said, hopping down from their perch and walking to the edge
of the rooftop. “I mean . . . Susan . .
.”“It’s not
the same for Gallifreyans,” the Doctor scratched his chin thoughtfully. “I mean, yeah, she’s the daughter of my son .
. . but I wasn’t much of a father. My
son wanted a life of bureaucracy.” He
grinned as she laughed. “And I was never
one for that.” The smile faded and he
stared at his hands. “But . . . uh . . .
he had a little girl. Susan. And he didn’t want her, on Gallifrey it’s not
the same,” he hastened to add. “Wasn’t the same.”“Why not?” she asked, leaning against the barrier.
“Kids
aren’t as important . . . I mean we live - lived for so long, thirteen
lives. And even if they bred slowly
compared to you bunch of rabbits, there was still plenty of time for
children. Lots of
children.” He folded his arms
against the chill. “So I offered to look
after Susan. And very shortly after that
I was exiled to Earth.”Rose
sighed. “So you don’t . . . love . . .”He cocked
his head, eyeing her.“I thought Susan
was your girlfriend,” Rose revealed. “When I first saw her.
I thought . . . ‘there you go again.
Any bit of skirt’.”“Excuse
me?” he repeated, incredulous.“Trees,
underage Blitz babes . . .”“Nancy
was older than you,” the Doctor pointed at her.Rose
grimaced. “I mean, Suki I could
understand, Cathica saved our lives . . . but I think Blon was taking it a bit
far.”“Hey!” he
yelled. “I don’t pick up every Adam,
Jack and Mickey I happen to walk past, thank you very much.” He stopped, taking a deep breath to compose
himself.“Everything’s
so . . . quick.” Rose grimaced. “And now you tell me that your lot just . . .
abandoned their kids.”“No,” the
Doctor corrected. “But the parental
input is lacking.”Rose
shrugged. “Have you ever had a
relationship that lasted longer than ten seconds?”That’s not
fair, Rose.” He sighed, standing up and
walking towards her.“Or however
long it takes for Gallifreyans,” she added, flinging a hand over her mouth as
she said it.“Sometimes
I have this urge to kill you,” the Doctor revealed.“Only sometimes?” Rose asked, grimacing.
“And ten
seconds might be all Jack takes,” the Doctor grinned mischievously. “If you ever want a good time, you
know where I am.”She
blinked. “Are you . . . offering?”He
hesitated, and glanced at the door. “I
can’t,” he whispered. “I don’t think
Susan would . . .”“Susan!”
“. . . understand,” he glanced at her. “What?”
“Susan?”
she repeated dangerously.“She
doesn’t understand us,” the Doctor began, “maybe in time . . . I mean you’re
human, after all. It’s all right for her
to live with one, but to her I’m still a Time Lord.”Rose
spluttered incoherently. “I’m human!?”“Susan
wouldn’t expect me to just go off with some little ape,” the Doctor defended
his granddaughter. “She thinks I’m
better than that.”“Oh you really
know how to flatter a girl!” Rose shrieked.
She wrestled away from him as he tried to grab her shoulders.“It’s just
. . . complicated,” he said, deflating slightly. “She has to be my priority, Rose, she’s
my granddaughter.”“I know!”
Rose groaned, running a hand through her hair.
“I. Know.”“Where are
you going?” he called after her as she headed for the stairwell.“Out. And I’m taking
Susan with me.”The Doctor
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