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Twenty Second Century Girl
Author: Jillybean

Shireen didn�t question a night
out � when had she ever � but she did make several remarks about Susan as they
headed out to the local to start off.
�I mean,� Shireen said in an undertone, �she�s weird! Look at her!
Keeps staring around the place.�
�She�s
European,� Rose shrugged it off, opening the doors to the bar and stepping
inside. The drizzle that had soaked her,
Shireen and Susan on the walk over pattered dimly on
the roof of the pub. �What you having?�
Rose asked, shrugging her denim jacket off and revealing a sparkly gold
butterfly top. Susan stared.
�Vodka and
lemon,� Shireen said, accepting Rose�s jacket. �We�ll be over there with Tricia and Kelise,� she said, pointing to the two young women sitting
at a booth.
Rose waited
for Susan to follow Shireen somewhat helplessly
before she marched up to the bar, fluttering her lashes at the barman.
�And a
hello to you too, gorgeous,� the young man said, grinning at her. �What can I get you?�
�Two vodkas, one with lemonade the other with Coke . . . and a Morgans and Coke.�
Rose shimmied as she searched for the coins in her purse, and got ten
pence off her drinks in return.
�Thanking you,� she sung, carrying her three glasses expertly across the
room. �Hey, ya�all,�
she feigned a Southern accent as she handed the glasses out.
�Rose,�
Tricia said, nodding her head, distinctly uncomfortable.
�Ahh shut yer face and budge up,�
Rose said. Damn, Tricia really had
slimmed down. She sat beside
her, taking her Morgans and Coke, and raised it in
the air. �Here�s to men we don�t need.�
�Ah,�
Tricia blushed. �I invited Mickey
along.�
Rose tipped
her head back and downed her drink in three gulps, gasping as she sat up
again. The others cheered. �Fine!� Rose said,
slamming the empty glass on the table.
She pointed at Susan�s drink.
�Are you going to nurse that all night?�
Susan shook
her head mutely.
So Rose
drank it for her.

oOo

When Mickey came in an hour later, he trailed Jack along
too. Rose squealed when she saw him and
the entourage of Mickey�s friends, falling off the stool she�d been sitting on
an.
Jack picked
her up with a grin. �Good measures?�
�Shit
measures,� Rose informed him, hitting him on the chest. �Buy me a drink.�
�Yes, ma�am.� Jack
took orders from the cluster of people and headed for the bar. When he returned with drinks and shots all
round, he pulled up a stool beside Rose and handed over his mobile phone. �He wants you to call him.�
�Isn�t that
nice?� Rose downed her shot.
Jack
glanced at poor, bemused Susan and shrugged.
He�d always held a firm belief that if you couldn�t beat them, you oughtta join them.

oOo

They�d relocated several times since the night began and now
found themselves in a dingy little club playing soft core pop. Jack had abandoned Rose in favour of Shireen and the two of them had disappeared, Rose had a
vague memory of Shireen saying she was going home,
asides from that . . . nothing. She
danced, keeping half an eye on Susan in the corner, the poor soul getting
romanced by some chav.
Sophie
Ellis-Bextor started pumping over the speakers,
�Murder on the Dance Floor� and Rose grinned.
She wished Shireen were here, she and Shireen used to know the entire �all-together� routine from
the videos.
Sashaying
over to rescue Susan, she took the girl�s hands, pulling her out on the floor.
�Rose, what-?�
Rose hushed
her, slowly shimmying against her.
�Dance with me,� she said.
�But,�
Susan�s eyes widened as Rose grabbed her hand again, pulling it into the air as
Rose dipped down low. The chav previously eyeing Susan was laughing now at the
wilting flower.
�Come on,�
Rose coaxed, bringing herself back slowly.
�Dance with me.�
Rose
grinned as Susan slowly began to move with the music, far too slow and
tentative for this song, but it would have to do. Rose executed a little spin, once again
taking Susan�s hands and shimmying towards her, pleased when Susan shimmied
backwards. She let out a little laugh as
Susan warmed to the idea, picking up the pace.
It was probably best not to launch into her �all-together� routine,
besides, it didn�t work with one person anyway, but Rose felt she had truly
accomplished something when Susan waggled her bum in the direction of the chav. Tomorrow night
she�d work on Susan�s taste in men.
�Granddad!� Susan gasped, her hand
flying to her mouth as she stared at a point over Rose�s right shoulder.
Rose
smirked, refusing to turn around. She
danced on when Susan ran past her, knowing without looking that the Doctor had
spoken briefly with the girl, before dismissing her. And now he waited for Rose to acknowledge
him. It would have been nice to suggest
that Rose had some sixth sense, but she had her eyes on the chavs
and their nervous reactions told her all she needed to know about the man
behind her.
She danced
on, swishing her hips and flinging her arms in the air. For all her ambivalence, she shivered when he
pressed up against her, his hands on her hips.
�You�ve
been corrupted my innocent granddaughter.�
�Completely,�
Rose agreed, tracing a hand down her arm, letting her fingertips slide over his
cheek.
�I wish you
wouldn�t,� he murmured.
�How�s she
going to keep up with us three if I don�t?� Rose turned, placing her hands on
his shoulders, rubbing the leather of his jacket.
�You�re
drunk,� he said, sounding surprised.
�Hmm,� she
smiled. �When am I not?�
�Let�s go
home,� he said, not taking his hands off her waist.
Rose tried
to look innocent, but just came off inebriated.
�And what will your precious granddaughter say? A Time Lord going home with
a human?�
�Rose . . .� He sighed, deciding
against whatever he was about to say.
Instead he kissed her forehead.
�You�ll regret all this in the morning.�
�Nah,� Rose
shook her head, leaning against him. �I
really want to know if you�re boyfriend material.�
He laughed
softly. �You know the answer to that,
Rose. I�d never be boyfriend material.�
�But,� she
straightened, jabbing her finger into his chest almost lazily. �I know you�d like to be.�
�Can we go
home?� He stopped moving with the music
and she swayed unsteadily. �Come on.
You can even shout at me tomorrow when you�re hungover.�
�Been
drinking rum,� Rose slurred as she allowed herself to be led out of the
bar. �Don�t get hungover
on rum.�
�But you do
on vodka and you�ve been drinking that too.
Come on.�

oOo

Jackie knocked gingerly on the door to her daughter�s room
later that morning, stepping inside with a glass of water and teaspoon of Japps salts. �Rose?� she half sung.
Her
daughter sat upright, eyes wide and heavy with mascara.
�You really
should take your make-up off before you pass out,� Jackie said with an amused
grin, tipping the white powder into the glass and handing it over.
Rose drank
and bolted for the bathroom, her strappy gold top
hanging off one shoulder, the spaghetti thin straps having snapped in the
night. She twisted the shower on,
scrambling inside and rinsing her skin.
Emerging
from the bathroom dressed in her mother�s bathrobe it clicked. �Where�s the Doctor?�
Jackie
glanced round, nonplussed. �He�s gone�
Rose�s
heart leapt into her mouth
�to get some rolls and sausage,� Jackie frowned at her. �What�s the matter with you?�
Rose didn�t
get a chance to answer, the Doctor opened the door and
came in, Susan trailing behind.
�Morning,
sunshine,� he grinned at her, handing Jackie over a poly bag. �You�re looking hungover.�
�I thought
you�d left,� Rose snapped, thumping him on the chest and remembering very
clearly how good he�d felt to dance against.
With a
knowing glance at Susan, the Doctor led his granddaughter to the living
room. �Told you. Life wouldn�t be worth living.�
Susan
nodded grimly, sitting on the sofa and staring straight ahead.
Rose shook
her head, regretting it when the world shook and throbbed around her. �Want an aspirin, Susan?�
�God yes,�
Susan said, earning a loud laugh from her grandfather.
Rose padded
into the kitchen, standing on tiptoes to reach the medicine cabinet. She pulled out paracetemol
and popped four tablets, handing two to Susan and swallowing the
other two herself. Her temper
slightly improved by the smell of looming food, she sat down on the space the
Doctor had left between him and Susan.
�Why�d you
leave me here?� she asked quietly, hoping her mother wouldn�t hear her over the
sizzle of the sausages in the frying pan.
�What do I
look like, Superman?� he asked. �You
collapsed ten minutes away from the flat, I wasn�t about to carry you that
whole extra block to the TARDIS.�
�You wanted
revenge,� Rose folded her arms.
�A little, yeah.� He
grinned at her, flicking to BBC news 24.
�Where�s Jack?�
Rose had
another fleeting glimpse of what had happened last night. �I don�t think you want to know.�
�Shireen is truly ahead of her time.� The Doctor beamed at Jackie when she came
through with plates stacked with sausage rolls.
�Thanks, Jackie.�
With a nod,
which was as gracious as Jackie got, Rose�s mother sat on the armchair and
complained loudly about the boring news.
Rose left
her mother and the Doctor to argue, heading back to her room. She rifled through her drawers to find some
clothes. Most of them she�d taken
onboard the TARDIS, and she�d left only the most impractical items, such as the
butterfly top. The only thing remotely
wearable was a flowery dress. It was
very bohemian and floaty, she hadn�t ever felt confident enough to wear it before.
�Rose?� Susan�s timid voice at the door made her jump
a mile.
�In you
come, close the door,� Rose gestured, rubbing at her
legs thoughtfully. �Will you pass me
that baby powder on the dresser?� She asked, waving vaguely as she reached for
her electric shaver. Pair of tights on
and she�d be fine. Still
left the question of shoes. She
caught sight of her Sketchers on Susan�s feet and grimaced. �We need to take you shopping.�
�Sorry,�
Susan mumbled, rubbing self consciously at the jeans she was wearing. �I didn�t have anything else.�
�That�s
okay, but my stuff�s way too big for you.�
Trying not to laugh at Susan�s curiosity, she patted her legs dry with
the powder and shaved them quickly.
Pulling underwear on, she wrestled with a pair of tights, finding a one Ugg boot under the bed.
A denim jacket over the top should be enough. �Besides,� Rose grunted as she surfaced from
under the bed with the second boot.
Tying her hair up in a loose ponytail she grabbed her mascara from the
bedside table. �I need a new
phone.� She just couldn�t resist it.
�Hey,� she
announced as she entered the living room once more. The Doctor and Jackie seemed to have
compromised by watching Big Brother on E4.
Rose didn�t miss his double take when he saw her, and she used it to her
advantage, holding her hand out imperiously.
�Going shopping, need to get clothes for Susan.�
�And?� The Doctor stared at her outstretched palm.
Rose raised
an eyebrow and with a sigh he searched his pockets, finally coming out with a
credit card.
�Good boy,�
she purred, giving her mother a kiss on the cheek and flouncing out the door,
grabbing her denim jacket on the way.

oOo

�Is Gap good, then?� Susan asked as they entered the
extremely air conditioned shop.
Rose
shrugged, heading straight for the back and the wall of jeans. �It strikes me as your kind of shop. But this is the first stop for the basics.�
�The basics?� Susan questioned, crowding close to Rose as a
tall, thin and undeniably gay man approached them.
�Hi, I�m
Laurie,� he exulted.
�Hi,
Laurie,� Rose smiled at him, putting an arm around Susan�s shoulders. �My friend needs jeans.�
Laurie
clapped his hands twice as if commanding an entourage. �Perfect!
You came to the right place! I
think low rise,� he added, looking Susan up and down. �You�ve certainly got the figure.� He moved quickly down the wall of denim,
pulling out various styles, sizes and colours not unlike Ian Hart and the
wands. �Go try these on, Gorgeous, and
shout if you need a hand.� He gave her a
little push and approached Rose. �Oh
she�s sweet.�
�European,�
Rose explained.
�Ah,�
Laurie nodded, eyeing Rose. �Let me
guess, you�re a �Long and Lean� girl?�
Rose
nodded, grinning. �Can I ask, do you
guys do your sizes deliberately big or something because this is the only shop
in the universe that I can fit into a size ten in.�
Laurie
beamed. �That�s the beauty of a decent
fitting pair of jeans.�

Post Gap Rose decided that Next was
on their agenda. Susan was very much a
classic girl, and not to be distracted by bright colours. She left Susan browsing the t-shirts and
nipped to Carphone Warehouse, trying to convince the
seller that really, all she wanted was a handset. When she came out with the exact same model
she had before, at an incredibly steep price � and yes she wasn�t actually
paying for it, but it was the principle � she found Susan still in Next
with an armful of clothes.
�Now
you�re getting it,� Rose grinned, standing in the queue with her.
Susan
beamed. �I like shopping. It�s fun.�
�Rose
Tyler!�
Rose
flinched around, her jaw dropping when she saw the young man swaggering up to
her.
�Rose,� he
repeated, running a hand through a shock of blonde hair. �You�re looking fantastic.�
She tried
not to shiver when he used the word, shuffling forward and dumping the armful
of clothes on the counter. �Jimmy . . .
wow. You�re . . .�
�I know,�
he held out his arms, then pounded his chest.
�I joined a gym.�
Rose had
been about to say he looked like a gangster one step away from the cooler, but
she felt the statement would have been lost on him. Handing over her credit card with what she
hoped was as little a fuss as possible, she mustered a smile. �You�re looking good.�
He stepped
closer, his eyes raking Susan as he clocked the credit card and the bags they
were already laden with.
Some
instinct woke up in Rose and she deliberately moved to block his view of
Susan. Handing the bags to the younger
girl, in case anything did come to blows, she levelled a cool stare at
him. �We were just leaving, so, catch
you around?� She had to turn away to
quickly input her PIN for the credit card, just knowing he was watching her
like a hawk.
�No time
for a drink?� Jimmy asked. �I saw you
last night, by the way, down at Yates.�
Rose
gritted her teeth, wishing the till assistant would hurry up and bag the
clothes. �Sorry, Jimmy, you know how it
is.�
�That was a
lovely top,� Jimmy continued. He pointed
at Susan. �I was talking to you there,
remember?�
Susan took
the bags, glancing at Rose for a lead.
�I�m afraid
we have to go,� Rose said, taking Susan�s arm.
�My boyfriend�s waiting.�
�Yeah,�
Jimmy said. �Big bloke. He the one who kidnapped
you?�
Rose was
aware of the attention they were getting.
She gave Susan a little push towards the door and turned to confront
him. �Yeah, actually, he is.�
Jimmy
scoffed, making to reach for her.
She
deflected his hand with a quick movement, hurting his wrist. �Sorry, Jimmy,� she said coolly, stepping
backwards. �But I have to go.�

oOo

�There,� the Doctor finished modifying her new mobile and
glanced up at Jackie. �Want the number?�
�Please,�
Jackie nodded, trying not to look too interested in what was going on with all
the gadgetry.
Rose leaned
against the arm of the settee, waiting for the Doctor to return her phone. �We�ll come back again soon,� she promised.
Jackie
looked sceptical as she hugged her daughter.
�Just don�t be a stranger, eh?� She eyed the Doctor. �Give my love to Jack.�
�Not
personally,� he replied, looking slightly amused. �See you later, Jackie.�
�See,� he
added as he and Rose walked down the close.
�I can be nice to your mother.�
�I�ve been
very nice to Susan,� she told him, flicking through her phone. �You do know you�ve forgotten to put Mickey�s
number on this?�
�Haven�t
�forgotten�, no,� the Doctor corrected, trying not to smirk.
Rose sighed
and pocketed the phone, matching his pace down the stairs. �So I can�t date you because your
granddaughter�s �fragile� and I can�t date other men because you�ll kill them .
. .� she trailed off as he stopped beside her.
�I hate
that word,� the Doctor muttered.
�What
word?�
� �Date�,� he said, wrinkling his nose in disdain.
Rose
shrugged. �I can think of a few
alternatives.�
�Jack�s a
bad influence on you.�
�No I was
this perverted beforehand too.�
He sighed
deeply and leaned against the wall. �You
could get hurt,� he said in a tiny voice.
�I could
get hurt anyway,� Rose said. �You could
get hurt. Leave me . . . or worse, come
back with all the same memories and not . . .� she stopped, her throat closing
up.
He kicked
at a stone, staring at his Doc Martins.
�If there�s
one thing I learned from my Dad,� Rose glanced up the stairwell, irrationally
afraid her mother was listening in, �it�s that you should take a chance. I mean, not if it . . .� she blushed, �makes
the timeline explode or something.�
The Doctor
laughed.
�But . . .
I had all those extra hours with him.�
�Loved and
lost,� the Doctor murmured.
Leaning
closer, Rose stared into his eyes, a smile flickering over her lips. �So . . . before I
completely embarrass myself. Tell
me now. Because I can�t . . . I won�t
be around forever.�
�Um . . .�
the Doctor exhaled loudly. �Can we
discuss this in the TARDIS?�
�With Jack and Susan?�
�Good
point.� He grabbed the lapels of her
jacket and kissed her on the lips. It
was short and sweet, far more chaste than Rose would
have liked, but that didn�t mean she wasn�t reeling when he let her go.
After a
moment of stunned silence, he coughed, taking her hand. �Uh . . .�
�Yeah,� she
said, still feeling a little dazed as they walked to the TARDIS.

oOo

�What�s up with you two?� Jack asked,
stepping away from the central pillar as the Doctor approached to set
co-ordinates. �You�re awfully smiley,�
he added, frowning at them.
�Seeing Shireen again, then?� Rose asked casually. �Want a hand putting that stuff away?� She pointed
at Susan�s bags. She didn�t even feel
the tiniest bit guilty about leaving the Doctor to field Jack�s questions.
Susan was
quiet as she unpacked the multitude of clothes she�d bought into her room. Rose, deep in thought herself, didn�t notice until
the young Gallifreyan collapsed onto the bed.
�Something up?�
�That boy,�
Susan said, frowning slightly, �he called granddad your boyfriend.�
�Ah.� Rose finished folding up the top in her hands
and laid it into the drawer. �Yeah he
did,� she said at length. �Is that
okay?� Ducking her head to catch Susan�s
eye she tried to coax a smile from her.
�I guess .
. . well, Gallifrey�s gone.� Susan paled slightly. �What else is there for him?�
Rose was
desperate to make a comment about being a stupid little ape, but she ruthlessly
quashed the urge.
�And you�re
really nice,� Susan�s eyes were sincere.
�I think he likes you, a lot.�
�Well . .
.� Rose again clamped down on the words in her mouth. �I think he loves me quite a lot� sprung to
mind.
Nodding
slowly, a smile spread across Susan�s face.
She stood to give Rose a tentative hug.
�If I have to have a grandmother, I�m glad it�d be you.�
Grandmother!
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