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Twenty Second Century Girl
Author: Jillybean

Rose flinched away when Jack came bounding into the
kitchen. Grinning, he plonked down on
the stool beside her, leaning into her personal space.
�Well?�
�Well
what?� she asked, sniffing slightly and turning the page of her newspaper.
Jack raised
an eyebrow. �Well . . . uh . . . how�d
it go?� he asked, with a meaningful quaver in his voice.
�How�d what
go?� Rose sipped her tea demurely.
�The hot
shagging,� Jack said. �Between
you and the Doctor.�
Rose turned
to him, smiling prettily. Jack knew by
now that this was Rose at her most dangerous and he drew back smartly. �Ahh, Jack, my
friend,� she said. �Have I mentioned how
much I want to thank you for stopping the drug addled screwing?�
�Uh . . .�
�Hey!� the
Doctor charged in with his largest smile.
�Thought we�d return to the past, we kind of got cut off in Vienna. Talked to Susan about it she�s in the
wardrobe, Jack you�ll need to get changed.
I was thinking medieval?�
Jack
glanced between the frostily polite and the falsely preppy and decided that the
wardrobe was undoubtedly the lesser of two evils.
The Doctor
hesitated, moving to stand opposite Rose.
He watched the top of her head as she studiously read the paper from
1982. Without taking his eyes off her,
he reached for the pot of coffee, pouring himself a mug. He sipped at it, still gazing at her.
�I don�t
think this is working,� Rose said after a moment.
�Me
neither.� He grimaced. �I hate coffee.�
�Well don�t
drink it.� She folded the paper,
smoothing it against the table top meticulously. Finally meeting his eyes, she grimaced. �Maybe we�re just better friends than we
are . . .�
�Yeah,� he
sighed. �So . . . I guess this is . . .�
�Goodbye? I�m not leaving!� Rose laughed. �You�ll have to put up with me, mate.�
�I was
going to say �it�,� he said dryly.
�Oh.� She blinked.
�Well I�m still not leaving.�
�Good.� He offered her a wan smile. �You know I hope we can . . . stay close
friends.�
She
nodded. �I�m sure we can.�
He nodded
too, both their heads bobbing up and down as though their necks had been
mysteriously weakened.
�I�d . . .
better get changed,� Rose pointed to the hallway, fumbling with an awkward
goodbye kiss on the cheek, before she fled.

oOo

Jack wrinkled his nose as he stepped out the TARDIS. �I hate horses.�
Susan
smiled, taking his hand as she moved out into the dirt street. This time, mostly because corsets were not
required, she�d donned a peasant girl�s dress.
�I quite like them,� she said.
�Pretty.�
�So where
are we?� Rose glanced around at the
banners adorning the street.
�Rouen,
I believe.� The Doctor locked the TARDIS
doors, leaving it in its secure little alley.
�Looks like there�s a jousting tournament.� He caught the arm of a passing peasant. �Excuse me.
Is there a tournament?�
�Oh, yes,�
the peasant enthused. �Sir William
Thatcher is in the lists.�
�The lists?� Susan whispered.
�Kind of
like the league tables,� Jack replied, sotto voce. �I used to have a boyfriend who was really
into this sort of thing.� He tugged
Susan along the street a bit. �Let�s go
investigate this tournament. Rose, Doctor, you two coming or what?�

They stood in the stands with the rest of the common folk,
Jack and the Doctor not afraid to elbow their way through little kids and old
women in order to get them a decent spot at the railings. Rose leaned against the pine, watching the
horses prance as the squires fought to secure their lords� armour. The air around the crowd sparked as the
onlookers jostled for position.
�My Lords
and Ladies,� a squat little Herald stood before the box stand of royalty. �May I introduce Lord Charles deGauay, son of Lord Paul deGauay,
Lord of Rouen.�
He bowed to those in the stands, sweeping his hand out to gesture to the
Knight on Rose�s left.
�The rules
are . . .� Jack frowned, clicking his fingers as he tried to remember. �You get one point if you break a lance on a
man�s chest, two on the head � and three points if you unseat or kill him.�
�You also win
his horse,� the Doctor added.
�Goody,�
Jack drawled.
�I think
it�s exciting,� Susan said, bouncing on the balls of her feet as another man
walked forward. �Who�s this?�
�Looks like
Paul Bettany,� Rose giggled. �Nice arse.�
�Yeah,�
Jack agreed, a hint of drool at the corner of his
mouth.
The Doctor
grinned suddenly. �Oh you�ll like this,�
he assured them.
�Lords and
Ladies,� the Herald said, his back to the royalty in
the box. He stared out at his crowd, his
eyes catching on the Doctor and his companions for the briefest moment. �And the royal ones too,� the Herald added,
nodding his head backwards.
Rose
grinned. �Cheeky, isn�t he?�
�I could
list the heritage of Sir William Thatcher,� the Herald shrugged as he began to
pace his stage of dirt. �But should we
exist here for so long! What deeds one
could accomplish if we had the lifetime it would take to note every member of
noble blood in Sir Thatcher�s family!�
�He�s
almost as good as you, Jack,� the Doctor elbowed him, grinning.
�No!� the Herald lifted
his finger in the air. �I shall
not! And could I tell you of his many
deeds? He only just recently rescued a
fair French maid from the cruel, evil intentions of her German step brother,
and since then, has been sent on the path of God!� the Herald
hesitated, shooting a look at the Doctor.
�Nay, I have not the time!�
�Hi,
Geoff,� the Doctor murmured under his breath.
�Old flame?� Jack asked.
�People!� Geoffrey
Chaucer turned to the audience, spreading his arms out wide. �I give to you! Sir!
William! Thatcher!�
While they
applauded, Chaucer approached them, grinning.
�Well then, Doctor,� he said, shaking the Time Lord�s hand. �I haven�t seen you in a while.� He eyed Rose and Susan, extending his hand to
the one not being ferociously guarded by Jack.
�I�m Geoffrey Chaucer, the writer.�
�Rose
Tyler,� Rose grinned as he kissed her hand.
�That�s Susan and Jack.�
�I�m
sure.� Chaucer turned his head
fractionally to watch as Sir William won another tilt.
�So,
Geoff,� the Doctor indicated the stands. �Not your usual stadium.�
�Yes, well
. . .� Chaucer shrugged. �I�ve met the
most interesting man, Doctor. I think
you�ll like him.�

oOo

Chaucer led the way through the congregation of tents in the
field closest to the joust. He made for
one of the larger efforts, pulling back the green fabric and grimacing at the
red headed man sat inside, stuffing his face with rolls.
�Those are
for William,� Geoff snapped, slapping his friend on the back of the head,
knocking the rolls out of his mouth.
�But I�m
hungry!� He hesitated, staring at Rose
and Susan with undisguised interest.
�Hello.�
�Ladies,�
Geoff said with an eternally tired air, �meet Master Wat
Falhurst.�
�Charmed,
I�m sure,� Wat stumbled to his feet, grabbing Rose�s
hand and bowing to kiss it. She waited
for the Doctor�s jealous reaction . . . or even a protective glare coming from
Jack . . . and got neither. Both men
escorted Susan further into the cool of the tent.
�Wat have you seen . . .� a tall, muscled, blonde man burst
into the tent. He frowned when he caught
sight of the newcomers. �Er . . . hello.�
�Hello,�
Jack exclaimed.
�Sir
William,� Geoff nodded to him. �Roland,�
he added in deference to the squire tagging along behind. �This is the Doctor, and his companions Jack
and Rose, and his granddaughter Susan.�
�Granddaughter?� William repeated.
�I
moisturise,� the Doctor shrugged. �How�s
the tournament going?�
�Er, very well, thanks,� William glanced at his Herald,
raising his eyebrows. �Sorry, how do we
know these people again?�
�Oh they�re
travellers,� Geoff dismissed William�s concerns with a shrug. �Like us.�
�They don�t
look much like Knights,� Roland said. He
smiled brightly, bowing to pick up the basket of rolls. �Come on then William,
let�s get you fed before the next match.�
He ushered his charge out into the sun, sitting him down and foisting
rolls upon him.
Rose
followed, the others trailing behind.
�Mind if I . . . ?� she pointed at the basket. �Didn�t get much to eat
this morning.�
�Of
course,� William enthused, tossing her a lump of bread. �Are you from England?�
�Yeah, London,�
she said, biting into the roll with gusto.
�Thanks, mate.�
�You�ll
forgive me my bluntness,� William�s eyes sparkled, �but you don�t sound like
nobility.�
�You�re not
the first to tell me that,� Rose said quizzically. She glanced at the Doctor. �Why do people keep saying that?�
The Time
Lord shrugged, completely failing to rise to the joke.
With a
forced smile, Rose turned back to William.
�The jousting, you really enjoy that?�
�Wouldn�t
do anything else,� William grinned. �Did
you watch the last one?�
Rose
nodded.
�That was a
brilliant match,� he almost bounced in his seat. �Lord deGauay
is an excellent jouster, I feel I really learn from him.�
Rose
giggled, infected by his enthusiasm.
�So, how does it all work?� she sat on the wooden bench beside him. �Jack tried to explain it but I never
remembered the off-side rule, either.�
�The what?�
�Um . . .�
she glanced at the Doctor, and he studiously avoided her gaze. �Never mind.�

oOo

�This is great fun!� Susan enthused, supping from her cup of
hot mead as they were escorted to sit beside Sir William�s lady. Jack eyed this Jocelyn with undisguised
contempt and was heard to mutter about her rather revealing dress. Conversely, the Doctor sat beside her and
began chatting amicably.
Rose felt a
burning in her stomach as Jocelyn laughed at one of his dreadfully bad
puns. That was her duty, not some
medieval tart�s . . . she stopped that line of
thought, looking out at the Knights. He
wasn�t hers to glower at anymore. She
wanted to howl from the injustice of it all.
Drugs are your friend . . . apparently.
At least, they are the horny girl�s friend. She grimaced as Jocelyn�s high pitched
laughter grated on her ears. Well, two
could play at the jealousy game, Doctor . . .
�Wow,� Rose
turned her head and the word left her mouth before she could stop it. The most beautiful man she�d ever seen sat
next to her, his eyes sparkling as she saw him.
He�d been watching her watch the Doctor and Jocelyn, lazing back in his
ornate chair, a brown bearskin jacket, perfectly matching his mop of dark
hair. His face twitched into a smile as
she blushed, there was a tiny cross-shaped scar on his
cheek. Rose had an urge to kiss it.
�Friends of
yours?� he asked, his voice rolling over her.
�Oh . . .�
her mind couldn�t quite grasp the thought of sentences.
�I�m
Edward,� he said, holding out his hand.
She loosely
sort of grasped it, feeling the calluses under his thumb and between his
fingers. �Rose.�
�Is your
name?� he asked, grinning as she blushed even deeper. �Do you watch the joust often? I�ve never seen you before.�
�Maybe I
was just at a different tournament,� she recovered enough to say. Reluctantly she extracted her hand from his.
He laughed
and she thought she might melt inside.
�Well I�ve never seen you at any tournament, and I�ve been to quite a
few.�
�Perhaps
you just don�t remember me,� she added, biting her bottom lip.
�Oh I think
I�d remember you.�
�Rose?� the
Doctor called over. �Who are you talking
to?�
Edward
glanced up, giving the Doctor a withering stare. �Prince Edward of England,
my good sir. And how may I
address you?�
Rose tried
not to look too smug as the Doctor folded his arms, regarding Edward with a
look of utter contempt. �I�m the
Doctor.�
�How nice
for you,� Edward stood, extending a hand for Rose to take. �Would you escort me, Lady Rose?�
She
dimpled, deliberately not looking at the Doctor as she accepted his hand. �I�d be delighted to.�

oOo

�Well the free armies aren�t always the most reputable,�
Edward said, holding her hand as they walked the ramparts of Rouen�s
castle. �But we need all we can to fight
the French.�
Rose leaned
into him, feeling the chill in the evening air as she watched the skies pinken and darken.
�You�re always fighting,� she murmured.
�Don�t you get tired of it?�
�If I don�t
fight . . .� he sighed, running his free hand over the stone buttress, �then England
will fall.�
His face
wrinkled and for a moment he appeared to be miles away. Rose stepped closer, into his warmth. �Is there no one else?�
He laughed
bitterly. �Like my brother? John of Gaunt? No there�s only
me. I fight while my father tries to
make peace in the French courts.� He
glanced at her, smiling once more when he felt her closeness. �But it�s not all bad. I meet many, many interesting people on my
travels.�
Rose
nodded. �I bet you do.�
�And I
enjoy myself while I can,� his fingers traced her jawline. �If your friend doesn�t mind, that is.�
�Whaa?�
�He�s
watching us from the other wall.� Edward
pulled away, smiling wryly. He
concentrated on the fading sunset as Rose stared out across the
balustrade.
�I�ll kill
him,� she muttered. �If it�s not his
bloody granddaughter interrupting it�s him . . .� she hesitated. They had said they were splitting up, hadn�t
they? And he had been getting friendly
with Jocelyn, hadn�t he? This wasn�t a
betrayal, was it?
�Bugger
it,� she muttered under her breath. She
seized Edward�s face in her hands, dragging him down to her level for a kiss.
He
responded eagerly, one hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer. His other hand caressed her face as his
tongue probed her mouth.
So this was
what it felt like to be desired. Fire
trickled down her body as he very slowly pulled his lips away from her, kissing
her forehead. Not drug induced, lust
crazed fumblings.
Rose exhaled shakily, staring up into his eyes.
�Rose,� he
smiled, still holding her face. �Have
you got a partner for the dance tonight?�
She shook
her head mutely.
�Could I
trouble you for the honour?� he asked.
�Oh . . .
yes,� she said.

oOo

�You�re cheery,� the Doctor noted as she pranced inside the
TARDIS doors.
�Well
life�s not all a loss,� she grinned at him, leaning against the coral
supports. �I have a date for the dance
tonight.�
The Doctor nodded, his mouth in a tight line. �Me too.�
�You do?�
She glared at him. �Who!�
�Christiana,�
he responded pleasantly. �Lovely girl, Jocelyn�s maid. She�s always wanted to travel apparently, I
was thinking of asking her along.�
�Do we
really need someone else in the TARDIS?� Rose asked, folding her arms.
Shrugging,
the Doctor brushed past her. �I don�t
know, but I�ve got to get changed. Have
to look my best.�
Rose�s hand
grabbed his sleeve as he passed. Without
looking at him, she tried to unpurse her lips long
enough to grate out the words. �Just . .
. be careful, yeah. You might be on the
rebound.�
�Rose Tyler,�
he began, �Time Lords do not rebound.
Humans, on the other hand . . .�
�And what�s
that supposed to mean?� she spun, staring him in the eyes.
�That you should be careful.� His tone was too forced, too light to ever be
used in a conversation about her love life.
�Don�t reckon you know much about the Black Prince of Wales.�
�I reckon I
know him better than you,� she snapped.
�I spent all day with him, I really like him. He likes me too.�
�Whoopee,�
the Doctor deadpanned.
Rose swept
passed him, heading for the wardrobe with tears in her eyes.

oOo

Jack beamed at Susan when he saw her dressed up in all her
finery. �You look fantastic,� he said,
taking her hands and leading her through the great hall to the dance
floor. �Can I have this dance?�
She
giggled. �Granddad�ll
kill you if you try anything,� she murmured, standing opposite him as a
traditional set dance began.
Jack let
his eyes wander across the room to where Edward and Rose were. �I have a feeling your Granddad�s got enough
people to be killing.�
Susan
laughed outright. �Oh you�re so very right.� As the minstrels started playing, she joined
hands with him, curtseying respectfully.
Jack bowed,
his lips gracing her hand. �Shall we
dance, then, Time Lady?�

Rose laughed breathlessly as Edward pulled her against him,
swaying his hips in time with hers. She
had always thought the medieval lot were against showing ankles and fast moving
music, but this could have been Bowie. She caught sight of Wat
shaking his thang in front of some, poor maid; and in
the middle of the floor William and Jocelyn were
dancing, clearly not paying the rest of the world any attention. Maybe it was the mead speaking, but she was
very, very happy.
�You�re
right, you know,� she mumbled as he pressed against her.
�About what?�
�He�s more
than a friend.�
Gently,
Edward led her off the floor, taking her into the dark cloisters. The blast of cool air made her shiver and he
shrugged off the bearskin coat, draping it over her posh dress.
�We just split
up,� she said to him, her tongue feeling rather heavy.
�You�re
very drunk,� he said, slightly amused.
�Yep,� she
leaned against him, feeling his arms around her. �Take me back to your tent. Or room if you have one.�
�I�m the
Prince of Wales, of course I have a room in the castle,� he said. �But you�re not yourself, Rose.�
�If you
don�t I�ll have to go back with him,� she craned her neck to look into his
eyes. �And then I�d do something I
really regret.�
�Like
what?�
�Like jump
him or beg for sex or something completely humiliating.� She frowned as she felt the laughter in his
chest. �S�not funny!�
�Is!�
�Hmm,� she
snuggled into his embrace. �It�s just
fun, right?�
He pressed
a kiss into the top of her head.
�Right,� he said, leading her up a spiral staircase and into the
darkness.
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