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Twenty Second Century Girl
Author: Jillybean

Mornings were not Rose�s favourite time of day, even when
she was woken by a slightly stubbly chin nestling into the crook of her
shoulder. The cool hands that slipped
over her stomach were an unusual, but highly welcome addition. She even reciprocated by wriggling backwards
into his embrace, sighing sleepily as he gave her a little squeeze.
And she
jerked away, landing off the edge of the bed and onto the marble floor with a
thump.
�Jesus,
Rose!� the Doctor exclaimed, peering over the mattress at her. �I thought the idea of a relationship was to
get closer.�
�There�s all kinds of relationships,� she retorted, staring
up at him like a bunny caught in the headlights.
He couldn�t
say it wasn�t cute, but it was a little alarming. �Is there something I should know?�
�I just
think we should take it slow,� Rose said, jumping to her feet and taking a step
backwards. Trying not to look at him
half clothed, she became acutely aware of the thin t-shirt and boxers she was
wearing.
�Fair
enough,� the Doctor said slowly, sitting up.
�But you�re regressing.�
�I just
think . . .� holding her hands up and backing away, she put even more distance
between them. �I mean, what if we split
up?�
The Doctor
gave her a look.
�It could
happen!� she exclaimed.
�I think
we�d be more likely to be executed first.�
�That too!�
she said, seizing on the point gratefully.
�We should take it slow.�
�I�ve slept
in your bed before,� he said, kicking his legs over the side and approaching
her. When she started backing up again
he paused, frowning. �Alright,� he said
with a little, confused shrug. �At least
you�re awake.�
Rose
groaned, leaning against the wall. She
squeaked when he swooped on her, giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek.
�Hmm,� he
said, sounding slightly more satisfied.
Rose
watched him leave, sliding down the wall with a muffled whimper. Grandmother. Grandmother!
Susan had
to die.

oOo

Susan was fully dressed in Gap jeans and a white shirt,
looking very innocent and sweet, when Rose found her way to the kitchen. The others hadn�t gotten around to the idea
of clothing and bathing yet, Jack still bleary eyed and unrepentantly waiting
for his coffee.
�Where to
today, then?� the Doctor asked, rifling in the cupboards for teabags.
�Top
shelf,� Rose instructed, sitting beside Susan and reaching across the table to
pat Jack on the head.
�Ah,
thanks.� Emerging from
the cupboard with a fresh box of Tetley.
�The past,�
Susan said, grinning around. �We went to
the future earlier.�
�The
relative future,� Jack grumbled. �Your future. Not
mine.�
The Doctor
placed a mug off coffee in front of him, pouring boiling water into two mugs on
the sideboard, dropping a teabag in each.
�Oh, Susan, what do you want?�
�I�ll get
it,� she said, hopping off her stool and running for the fridge. Returning with a glass of orange juice she
beamed at them. �Well, I fancy going renaissance.�
Raising an
eyebrow, the Doctor sat down beside Jack, sliding Rose�s tea towards her. �Anyone got any objections?�
�I have a
horrible feeling this is going to include corsets,� Rose grumbled.
�Well Jack�ll have to dress up too,� the Doctor pointed out, a
wicked glint in his eye.
Rose,
suddenly uncomfortable, took one look at Susan and bolted from the room.

oOo

�This is a corset,� Rose pointed out as the Doctor locked
the doors to the TARDIS. �I think I
should point that out.�
�Rose,�
Jack said, �we�d dress you up as a guy but, Babes, you just have too many
assets.�
Rose glared
at him, her eyes drifting over to the tall and lanky Susan who did get to dress
as a boy. �When are we?� she grumbled as
she looked up at the tottering, Tudor-like houses that lined the streets.
�Eighteenth
century,� Susan informed her, tugging at the pony tail she�d tied her hair
in.
�Pre French
Revolution, actually,� the Doctor said, taking Rose�s arm. He eyed the powder blue gown she was wearing,
and he wasn�t checking out its historical accuracy either. �We�re in Vienna.�
�Mozart,�
Rose grinned at the others surprise.
�The Simpsons is educational, you know.�
�I never
argued with that,� the Doctor said.
�Shall we? I do believe we have
tickets to tonight�s performance.�
Jack
grinned at Susan as they tagged along behind.
�Hey, Doctor, when are you ever going to dress up?�
�Don�t have
the legs for this time period,� the Doctor replied, eyeing the tight leggings
that Jack was sporting.
�I think
you�d look fabulous,� Jack grinned.
�But he�s
with Rose,� Susan said curiously.
Jack�s eyes
widened, but he had enough sense not to say anything else. The narrow, cobbled streets were crowded with
finely dressed people. Everyone was
powdered with white and marked with the pox, and the air crackled with stale
make-up and alcohol.
�You took
us partying,� Jack approved, shooting a grin at a well endowed young man
standing by the steps to the theatre house.
�Well I
missed out last night,� the Doctor said.
Pausing by the doorman he flashed the psychic paper with a grin, blagging their way in.
Up a
sweeping stair case, carpeted in red much to Rose�s amusement, they were led to
a box overlooking the stage. Susan and
Jack rushed in, delighted to see the huge audience and the complimentary
alcohol respectively.
Hanging
back, the Doctor caught hold of Rose�s waist, pulling her closer. �Okay, I admit the corset�s
really do something for me.�
�What I
don�t get,� she grumbled, �is why you never change. Even in ancient Terulia.� She could see his fingers tracing the blue
satin on her stomach, but she couldn�t feel it through the corset bone.
�Be very
nice to me,� he whispered in her ear, his lips brushing her earlobe, �and I�ll
wear the grey jumper you love so much.�
�Hey,
guys!� Jack turned to them, his expression fluctuating wildly to hide the surprise
and amusement he felt when he saw them together. He proffered glasses of bubbly to cover the
moment. �Come on, show�s starting. Don Giovanni!�
Reluctantly,
the Doctor slipped away from Rose, leaving her to figure out how to sit in her
voluminous skirts by herself.
Susan eyed
her sympathetically. �I�m so glad I can
dress as a boy. You look very hot.�
Hiding
behind her fan from the double entendre, Rose made a vaguely affirmative noise.
Her skirt was bunching uncomfortable, caused partly because the Doctor had
squished her many petticoats. �You know,
I�ll be right back.� She stood, trying
to squeeze between the chairs to get out.
�Bring back
popcorn!� Jack called to her as she escaped.

Returning from the powder room where she�d hastily
rearranged some petticoats, she was halted by a silky voice.
�Excuse me,
Mademoiselle.�
�Uh . . .�
Rose turned to see an attractive young man approach her. �Hi.�
The young
gentlemen smiled at her, reaching out for her hand to kiss. �I must say, I�ve never seen such beauty
before.�
Rose
blushed, grinning despite herself.
�Thanks!�
Her new
friend eyed her curiously as he straightened.
�Forgive my impudence, but you�re not from around here.�
�And you�re
not either,� Rose said, pointing at him.
She chuckled. �What are you? A Time Agent?�
Blinking,
he took her arm and led her to a more secluded hallway. �Lieutenant Neil Jackson,� he said to
her. �Are you an agent?�
�Nah, my
friend is,� Rose said, shrugging.
�Ah,� Neil
nodded. �Well. You say �friend�. Should I be . . .�
�Do they
teach you guys these lines?� Rose asked.
�What
lines?� another voice interjected from behind them. The Doctor approached, shooting daggers at
Neil as he put his arm around Rose�s waist.
�Who�s this?�
�Jack Harkness?� Neil said in surprise.
�No,� the
Doctor snorted in disdain.
�Hey,� Rose
said, frowning, �how did you-�
The
remainder of her sentence was cut off as Neil gave her an almighty push into
the Doctor, sending both of them tumbling into a broom closet in a mess of
skirts and petticoats.
As Rose
thumped to the floor, the blow cushioned by the Doctor beneath her, Neil
slammed the door on them, plunging their tiny prison into darkness. There was the unmistakeable noise of a sonic
cannon/blaster/resonator combo being used on the lock before retreating
footsteps told them they were alone.
�Gerroff,� the Doctor fought with the satin and lace for a
few minutes, his fingers skimming her thighs more than strictly necessary. Finally depositing her on the floor he flung
his weight into the door, bouncing off it and landing on Rose with a muffled
yelp.
�Sonic screwdriver!� Rose said, pushing him away. She blinked in the darkness, wondering how
big this cupboard was.
The Doctor
mumbled something above her.
�What?�
�Gave it to
Susan,� he repeated, only a little louder.
Gawping at
him in the darkness, Rose couldn�t find the words to express his stupidity.
�In case
she got into trouble,� the Doctor said.
�I get into
trouble all the time!� Rose squealed. �Why didn�t you give me the sonic
screwdriver?�
�And risk
ending the world?�
Folding her
arms, Rose pulled her knees up to her chest and sulked. �I can�t believe you gave her the sonic
screwdriver.�
The Doctor
thudded off the door again, colliding down beside her. �Ow,� he muttered
after a moment.
�I don�t
think that�s working, dear,� she said caustically.
He gave her
a push, laughing when she went down. �Serves you right.�
Without warning he materialised from the gloom, his face inches from
hers.
�Doctor,�
she whispered, �shouldn�t you be . . .� glancing at the door, her eyes flicked
back up to his.
�Like you said. My
tactic wasn�t working.� One of his hands
was rustling in her skirts, and that alone was enough to send shivers down her
spine. She wondered what would happen
when he actually found something of hers with nerve endings. �Don�t suppose you have a battering ram
hidden under that bodice?�
�Your
Johnny Depp obsession stops now,� she husked, arching
her back as the fingers of his other hand stroked her neck.
�Of all the
Earth religions, Deppism in the late twentytwenties is the only one I�ve ever felt drawn to,� he
said, leaning closer.
�M-Mozart.� It was
difficult moving her lips when he was so close. �Susan,� she added, about to
give up.
�Has Jack looking after her.
And we�re locked in here.� His
lips grazed hers as he spoke.
It was a
combination of the corset, the recent burst of exercise, and her frenzied
state, but she had to breath in, right then.
Right as the Doctor moved to kiss her.
Tongue, lips, everything so . . . flat. As she tried to shift her body, seeking any
semblance of comfort, she bashed her nose off his. To put the icing on the cake, the elbow he
was propping himself up on slipped on her satin dress, bringing him crashing
down on top of her. Exhaling sharply,
their teeth knocked together and Rose groaned.
�Bollocks,�
the Doctor muttered.
Sitting up,
Rose ripped at her petticoats, finally removing the thick starchy one that had
been causing so much trouble.
With a wry
smile, the Doctor helped her, depositing the fabric to the side of him. �Try again?�
�Susan
called me her grandmother,� Rose announced, folding her arms and leaning back. �Her grandmother.�
�Is that
why you�ve been so funny?� Realisation
flooded his voice. �That makes sense.�
�She�s like
. . . she�s . . .� Rose grimaced, kicking at him when she heard his shoulders
shaking with helpless, silent laughter.
�Sorry,� he
snickered. �Do you knit? I think you�d look cute if you knitted.�
�That�s not
the point!� she exclaimed heatedly.
�She�s my age!�
�She�s a
good century older,� the Doctor retorted, laughing outright now.
�You have a
granddaughter older than me!� She
slapped at him some more.
�You always
knew there was an age gap,� he said, cackling.

Rose
launched herself at him, straddling his lap and pummelling his chest. �Yes but . . . nine hundred years!�
He caught
her wrists, stilling her with the touch of his fingertips on her pulse. �Is that a problem?�
�You�ve
probably been with . . . hundreds,� Rose whispered. She wrenched out of his grasp, sitting back
slightly. �You�ve probably slept with
more species than I have men.�
He was
silent, regarding her in the darkness.
�Is that really bothering you?�
�Do you
know how many guys I�ve slept with?�
�I don�t
particularly want - �
�Four. Wait,� she hesitated, �five. If I�m honest.�
�Are you
counting the Moxx of Balhoon?�
he asked genuinely.
�Excuse
me?�
�The spit
you so callously wiped off your face and flung to floor,� he said. Taking advantage of her shock, he ran his
hands up her arms. �That�s an exchange
of genetic material. Your bacterial
kiddies probably died when it got too hot though.�
�You were
saving that for a special occasion, weren�t you?� Rose said after a moment.
�Yep.�
�Five plus the Moxx of Balhoon.�
Rose grimaced.
�Well I�m
not sure Jack�s all human,� the Doctor said, shifting uncomfortably. His jeans were getting a bit tight.
�I�ve never
slept with Jack.�
�You
haven�t?� he asked, staring at her.
In a small
voice, she replied that she hadn�t.
�Huh.� His fingers played with the strands of hair
at her neck. �Even if sex was all our
relationship was based on, I wouldn�t be complaining.� He smiled at her. �Sex can be taught. Learned.�
Quietly,
Rose reached out to touch his face, feeling his smile under her
fingertips. �You realise that so far our
relationship has consisted of one boring and one dreadful kiss?�
�Well we
got the �how many� conversation over with pretty quickly,� he shrugged. �We can�t be doing too badly.�
Groaning,
she leaned against him, thunking
her forehead off his shoulder. �This
isn�t how I pictured it.�
�Hang
on.� He unceremoniously dumped her off
his lap, grabbing the bucket glinting behind her. Prying the handle off he
made for the door, busting it open with his new leverage. �Fantastic,� he beamed, stumbling into the
light. �Let�s go save Jack and Susan!�

oOo

Running down the corridor, they heard the unmistakeable
sound of a woman�s scream. The Doctor
skidded to a stop, putting his arms out to halt Rose�s headlong dash.
�Susan!�
Rose didn�t
reply, she couldn�t run and breathe in a corset at the same time. The corridor opened out onto the landing,
where the entries to the boxes opened to.
From this vantage point, Rose had a good view as Jack went sailing over
a marble banister and down into the foyer below.
�Jack!� she
screeched, barging past the Doctor and taking the sweeping staircase three
steps at a time.
�Rose!
Move!� the Doctor�s shout came just in time.
Rose flung herself to the wall as a second figure leapt from the
banister, Neil Jackson.
He grinned
at Rose as he landed, grabbing a fistful of Jack�s shirt and hauling the rogue
Time Agent to his feet. �Goodbye, Jack,�
he said, levelling a sonic cannon at Jack�s face as the young man began to come
round.
Rose
launched herself at Neil, sending both of them tumbling down the carpet and out
into the streets. She clawed for the
gun, her fingers making contact with it just long enough to send the metal
barrel skittering out of his reach. She
came out of the roll on top, slugging him in the face.
�That�s for
locking me in a cupboard!�
He lifted
his head, butting his forehead against hers.
She felt her world spinning as he flung her off him. Scrambling to her feet she cast around,
catching sight of him running into the streets.
�Rose!� Jack�s insistent call stopped her from giving
chase. Limping back into the theatre she
joined him at the top of the stairs, about to say something.
The Doctor
emerged from the box, a limp figure in his arms. He met her eyes, and she saw nothing behind
his gaze.
�Oh God.� The dreaded
corset wasn�t the cause of her lack of breath.
�Is she . . .�
�Alive,�
the Doctor said, shooting a glare at Jack as he passed.
�Shit,�
Jack whispered, his face ashen. He watched as the Doctor left the theatre,
still looking as though he was going to be sick.
�You okay?�
Rose placed a hand on his arm, giving him a little squeeze. �Come on.�
Looping his arm over his shoulder, she helped him back to the TARDIS.

oOo

In the wardrobe, much later that night, and in an entirely
different time and place, Rose finally found the time to start unlacing her
dress. Her fingers worried at the tight
bows, finding little purchase on the silk.
�Here,� the
Doctor approached her, taking the sonic screwdriver to the knots.
Rose didn�t
say anything as he worked, she didn�t think there was
much to say. Except of
course, when he pulled off the outer layer of her dress, leaving her standing
in her corset and petticoats.
�Have you spoken to Jack yet?�
He grunted,
putting the sonic screwdriver back into his pocket as he pulled at the corset�s
bindings.
�It wasn�t
his fault,� Rose said softly, surprised when he jerked away from her
touch. �Doctor . . .�
�The last
good thing to come out of Gallifrey and he nearly killed her!� the Doctor exclaimed savagely. �Rose, he nearly killed her!�
�He tried
to protect her! Neil had a bigger
gun.� She grimaced as the Doctor turned
away from her. Trying not to flinch when
he kicked the wall, she took a step towards him, setting her hand on his
shoulder. �She�s okay.�
�No thanks
to him,� the Doctor snarled. His rage
faded, replaced with exhaustion. Sliding
down the wall, he let his head sink into his hands. �No thanks to me.�
�You tried
your best,� Rose murmured. �No one could
do better.�
�I have to
do better.� He sighed, sitting up. �I can�t let her die again.�
Something
tugged at the back of Rose�s mind and she frowned pulling the corset away from
her and quickly shoving a t-shirt over the top.
She had to keep reminding herself that it was nothing he hadn�t seen
before.
�How do you
think she survived?� the Doctor said slowly.
�The Time Wars.
How did she . . .�
�Don�t ask
me,� Rose shrugged, pulling a pair of jeans on.
�I�m going
to stay with her tonight,� the Doctor got to his feet.
�I could
stay up with you if you wanted,� Rose suggested, trying to sound nonchalant.
He smiled
at her, pulling her closer to kiss her forehead. �Nah it�s okay. You should get some sleep.�
Sleep, Rose
thought as she watched him walk down the corridor, was the last thing she�d do
tonight.
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