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Twenty Second Century Girl
Author: Rose
AN: ONE DAY TO GO!!!!! *hides*
AN2: For ineluctability

Silent as the grave, Rose Tyler took another step across the
marble floor. Her bare feet protested at
the cold stone, but she knew the rewards would be worth it. The target was the white bed, its huge snowy
duvet concealing the occupant. The warm
breeze which seemed ever present in this room tugged at the overlarge t-shirt
she wore. She was close now, so very
close. Tensing every muscle, she waited
with baited breath; the moment was so close she could feel it.
With an
almighty battle cry she launched herself across the mattress, getting neatly
deflected and pinned to the pillowcases by a sleepy ex-Time Agent.
�Try
again,� he murmured, collapsing on top of her.
She
struggled against the death grip for a moment before relenting, letting him use
her as his own personally teddy bear.
�It�s time to wake up.�
�Five more minutes.�
With a well
executed wriggle she managed to get herself in a more comfortable position. She traced her fingers over the bruise on his
cheek. �How you
feeling?�
�Mmph.� He squeezed tighter.
�Jack,� she
hissed, scrabbling. �Don�t make me hurt
you.�
With a
groan, Jack let her go, hopping out of the bed.
�I have no
idea how you do that,� Rose frowned.
�Do what?�
he asked.
�Wake up so
quickly.�
Grinning,
he grabbed her wrists, dragging her out the bed. �Come on,� he said, ignoring her
struggles. �Time for
breakfast.�
Half way to
the kitchen, Rose gave up struggling and let herself be dragged the rest of the
way.
�Huh,� Jack
said, dropping her to reach for the coffee cup left on the counter. �So he doesn�t hate me.�
�Of course
not,� Rose picked herself up off the floor and found a cup of tea waiting for
her, as well as freshly made toast.
�Wonder where he is?�
�With Susan
probably,� Jack sipped his coffee and grimaced.
�Ahh, but we�re not perfect. This is instant.� The distaste in his voice was evident and he
regarded the cup with great unhappiness.
�Poor
baby,� Rose cooed, reaching for the percolator.
�We�ll get you a real cup in a few minutes.� She sipped her tea, reaching for a piece of
toast. �This is why you should start
drinking tea.�
�Never.�
�Seen the
marmite?�
�In the
trash I hope.� Jack found himself a
knife and began spreading jam over his toast.
With military precision he eyed the thickness of the spread, smoothing
it out and patting the knife twice on top once he�d finished. Satisfied, he bit into the toast.
Rose
nibbled at the toast, but it wasn�t really what she was looking for.
�Reckon
we�re going to get to do anything today?� Jack asked, eyeing the door
mutinously. �Or are we �recuperating�?�
Rose turned
to him. It was one thing for the Doctor
to ignore her, but it was an entirely different thing for him to give Jack the
cold shoulder. He knew as well as she
did that Jack couldn�t take that kind of treatment. She beamed at Jack, dropping the unsatisfying
toast on her plate. �Let�s find out,�
she announced.

oOo

Susan was sitting on her bed, propped up by far more pillows
than was necessary. She looked delighted
to see them both, her smile sending her eyebrows shooting up behind the bandage
wrapped around her forehead.
The Doctor
was sitting at the foot of the bed, and he frowned when he saw them, as if
unsure how much of a threat they posed to his little girl.
Taking one
look at this fragile flower wilting in the bed, and her stone-faced guardian,
Rose decided that there was only one way to go.
With a similar war cry she launched herself at Susan, landing beside her
and snuggling under the duvet before anyone could shout otherwise.
�Toast and
banana?� she exclaimed, examining the plate Susan had swept out of her
way. �How come she gets toast and
banana?� she asked the Doctor, pointing at the plate.
�Want
some?� Susan asked.
�Mmm,� Rose grabbed a slice, taking a huge bite. �Now this is what I really fancied. Thanks, Susan.� She wriggled her way further under the
covers, grinning at the Doctor�s annoyance and Jack�s horror. �How�s the head?�
�Fine,�
Susan told her, oblivious to the silent confrontation playing out in front of
her. �I just got a bit bashed up.�
�Your skull
was fractured in two places,� the Doctor pointed out levelly.
Jack
cringed. �I�m so sorry, Susan, I
had no idea . . .�
�Nah,�
Susan waved him off, finishing her slice of toast and offering the last one to
Rose. �It wasn�t your fault. You tried really hard to help me.� She grinned, a face splitting grin straight
from the Doctor�s repertoire. �At least,
that�s what I remember before I was thrown against the wall.�
Rose shot
the Doctor a triumphant little grin as she licked the last of the smushed banana off her fingers.
�But Jack,�
Susan frowned, fingering the embroidery on her duvet, �why was he trying to get
you?�
�Yes,� the
Doctor leaned back against the post, folding his arms and glaring up at
Jack. �Why indeed?�
�I don�t
know,� Jack grated.
Rose leaned
closer to Susan to say in a faux whisper; �Jack�s missing two years of his
life.�
�Missing?�
Susan�s eyes were wide.
�They took
my memory,� Jack said, folding his arms in an uncanny echo of the Doctor.
�We should
get them back!� Susan proclaimed. �Granddad!�
With a
sigh, the Doctor unfolded his arms, relaxing slightly. �Where should we start?�
�Well . .
.� Susan glanced at Rose to check she wasn�t missing something. �Vienna of course. Can�t we pick up the time trail or
something?�
�Yeah,�
Rose grinned. �What she said.�
The Doctor
grimaced at their expectant faces, but it was the look of sheer hope that Jack
wore which did him in. �All right,� he
sighed. �Get dressed, we�re going
hunting.�
And Rose
felt the manic grin which accompanied those words suited him far better than
his sulky face.

oOo

�Found it yet?� she asked as she came into the control room.
The Doctor
glanced up from his read-outs, his gaze lingering just for a moment on
her. Laurie from Gap was right, Rose
thought, a well fitting pair of jeans were every girl�s best friend.
�We�re
closing in,� Jack replied for him. �He�s
trying to mask the trail, but I think we can find him.�
Susan
beamed at her. �Isn�t this exciting?�
Rose
nodded, heading towards the Doctor.
�What can I do?�
He pointed
at a display. �Tell me if that changes.� He hesitated, eyeing Susan standing on the
sidelines. �And you,� he pointed. �Come here and earn your keep. Watch the trails, like Rose is doing. See anything that looks familiar, lock on to
it.� He brushed away from her, grabbing
Rose�s arm and dragging her into the corridor.
�What . . .
?�
�I want you
to promise me something,� he hissed as they rounded the bed. Hidden from sight, he suddenly looked so much
more vulnerable.
�What?� she
asked.
�Please . .
. if we find this guy and he causes trouble.
Just . . .�
�I�ll take
care of Susan,� she promised.
�I meant you.�
�Oh.� She stepped back, hitting the wall. �Well, I�ll take care of me too.�
�Good,� he
said, spinning and marching back to the control room.
Rose sucked
in a deep breath, spreading her sticky palms against the cool walls of the
TARDIS. When her head had stopped
spinning she went through to join them.
�Ah-hah!� Jack exulted.
�Found him! Hold on!�
Which was all she could do as the TARDIS materialised.

oOo

�So . . .� Susan glanced around at the world they�d ended up
on. �Where are we?�
�The Raen system,� the Doctor told them, checking his
watch. �Roughly around
the Byzantean era on Earth.�
�The when?� Rose asked, staring at a glob of jelly that was wibbling its way across the rocky landscape.
�We�re at
the other side of the universe,� Jack breathed.
�Why would he come here?�
�Something
to hide?� the Doctor asked. He closed
the TARDIS door, locking it firmly.
�Okay . . . let�s go. And try not
to step on any of the locals.�
Clinging to
Susan�s arm as they made their way across the planet�s surface, Rose gave an
almighty shudder. �I can�t say how much
that disgusts me.�
Regarding
his wrist device for a few minutes, Jack finally pointed to a long ridge on the
horizon. �I�m picking up life signs that
way. You know,� he eyed another passing
glob of jelly, �other than the jelly life signs.�
�Human?�
the Doctor asked.
�Possibly. Can�t tell, there�s some sort of interference.�
The sun
beat down on them as they trekked, and occasionally a glob of jelly would try
to investigate them, spawning bouts of running-away. Wasn�t an adventure without one.
Dropping to
the ground, they crawled to the lip of the ridge, peering over the top at the
campsite in the crater below. Rose
counted four aliens sitting around a glowing red block, which she assumed was
the equivalent of a campfire. And one of
them was Neil Jackson.
�That�s the
bastard,� Jack growled, shutting up when the Doctor motioned at him to be
quiet.
�Okay,� the
Doctor said, glancing at them. �You guys
stay here. I�ll be right back.� With a final glance down at the campsite, the
Gallifreyan stood and began circling the crater.
�What�s he
doing?� Rose hissed at Susan, turning to Jack to repeat the question.
�I dunno, but,� he grabbed Rose�s hand. �We�re holding here.�
She
grumbled, but settled down to watch the Doctor jog down the other side of the
crater, his biggest, daftest grin on.
�Hey!� he
called out, spreading his arms in a wide, happy gesture of openness. He seemed completely oblivious to the
panicked gun-drawing going on in front of him.
�My ship�s broken down, I was thinking-� he didn�t get any further. Neil leapt at him, getting a fist in his nose
for the trouble. Rose and Jack didn�t
need any further cues, charging down the dusty hillside to tackle the other
opponents. With the entire camp neatly
de-armed, Rose grinned, sitting on top of a spindly little alien.
�Sorry,�
the Doctor said, flinging Neil to the ground and inspecting his sonic cannon
curiously. �As I was saying, my ship�s
broken down, could I hitch a lift?� He
waited, eyebrows raised for a suitable response, only getting gibberish in
return.
�Enough of this!� Jack exclaimed, dropping to his knees to
give Neil a good shake. �What the Hell
did you do to my memories!�
�Stop!� one
of the other aliens shouted. He glanced
at the gun Susan was pointing rather vaguely at him, lifting his hands to show
he meant no harm. �Lieutenant Jackson
doesn�t know anything, Captain Harkness.�
�What�s
with these names?� the Doctor asked.
The alien
shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable. He threw Susan a withering glance as she
reaffirmed her aim. �Please, darling,
don�t embarrass yourself.� Returning his gaze to the Doctor, he kept his
hands in the air. �I�m Captain Hulia, I sent Lieutenant Jackson on his mission.�
�Yeah, I
know nothing!� Neil exclaimed.
�Shut up
Lieutenant,� Hulia and the Doctor said at once.
�Go on?�
the Doctor prompted.
�Well,� Hulia glanced at Jack.
�All I was told was that I had to recover a Time Agent who went
rogue. Recover him and take him back to
base.�
�Where�s
base?� Rose asked.
Jack shook
his head. �It�s impossible to find, they
can�t give us the co-ordinates anyway.
Don�t you think I would have tried that?�
�Sorry,�
Rose snarked.
�Sorry,
stressed,� Jack replied, glaring at Hulia. �You really don�t know anything about my
memories?�
Hulia shrugged. �Only that . . . whatever happened, the Agency hasn�t finished with
you yet.� He turned his big,
green eyes to the Doctor. �So what now? Are you
going to kill us? Let us go, I�m afraid
I must track you down.�
The Doctor
grinned, stepping away from Neil. He
beckoned Susan towards him, trusting his other companions to take care of
themselves. �I don�t think you�ll be
able to follow my ship, sunshine.�

oOo

They were half-way back to the TARDIS when one of the wibbling jelly blobs made a surprise tackle for Rose. She went down, the clear ooze seeping through
her jeans and jumper.
�Oi!� the Doctor exclaimed, grabbing her hand and pulling
her out with a sickening �thwoop� noise.
�Oh God!� Rose wailed, wiping the stuff off. �This better not create Rose-babies!�
�Better
not!� the Doctor agreed, brushing the stuff off her. It recongealed with
its mother blob, shivering its way across the rocks. �Let�s get you inside,� the Doctor murmured,
leading her away by the elbow.
He stopped
to regard her in the control room.
�Jack?� he said, his voice sounding oddly pitched.
Rose
blinked when his eyes met hers. They
suddenly seemed to get a hundred shades darker.
�Yeah?� Jack said.
The captain�s voice sounded very far away, so quiet under the noise of
Rose�s breathing.
�Can you
take us out of here?� The Doctor pressed closer, pushing her impatiently down
the corridor. �GottagetRosecleanedup,�
he said all in a rush, practically dragging her along the hallways of the
TARDIS. The space-ship shuddered as it
dematerialised, but Rose didn�t pay much attention to that.
Stumbling
backwards into his room, she ripped at his shirt, not caring about the fabric
as she just wanted it off of him.
He bore down on her, frantic, hot kisses as he ripped her t-shirt in
half. She muffled a happy scream as his
fingers dived behind the waist band of her jeans, having to hold onto his neck
as he wrestled her clothes off her without much care for her balance.
She hit the
wall of the shower with a muffled �oomph�, glad to finally have him naked and
all hers. He pushed her hands up,
holding them above her head as water streamed down over them, washing the dust
and grime of the planet away.
�Mmph,� she tried to extricate her tongue from his mouth
long enough to form a coherent sentence.
�In me � oooohhhhhhh,�
�Shut up,�
he grunted, letting go of her hands long enough steady himself against the wall
as he thrust himself into her.
Rose would
have complied, but something inside her exploded, sending furious heat through
her body and disengaging any sort of language inhibitors. He laughed at the steady stream of deities
she mentioned, looking more than a little smug as he held her close.

oOo

�Doctor!�
The Doctor
rolled over to look Rose in the eye. �I
think they want in.�
�I�m not
sharing you,� Rose slurred, wrapping her arms around him. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the
duvet, half way across the room and looking a little the worse for wear.
�Granddad!� Susan implored, hammering on the door to his
room.
Rose
grimaced. She knew there was no way he
would ignore that.
Still
playing with her left breast, the Doctor sighed deeply. �What?� he snarled, his tone sending shivers
up Rose�s spine.
�Mine, all
mine,� she purred, wriggling closer to kiss him.
�Doctor we
really need to talk!� Jack yelled.
�Granddad?�
�Hold that
thought,� the Doctor whispered in Rose�s ear.
He rolled off the bed, snatching the sonic screwdriver from the pile of
ruined clothing . . . and proceeded to soundproof and lock the door. Grinning, he turned back to her. �Where were we?�
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