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Twenty Second Century Girl
Author:
Jillybean
AN: For LoneRaven

�What I�m saying is that in this time, Earth was so . . .�
Jack hesitated, looking to the skies for the word eluding him. �Primitive!�
Rose groaned. �Twenty second century,� she gestured at the
skyscrapers. �Peace and goodwill! How is this primitive?�
Jack rolled
his eyes, grabbing her arm and pulling her into a pitying hug. �Oh little Rosie.�
She
wrestled away, laughing as he held tight.
A well placed, and carefully gauged elbow in the tickliest spot on his
ribs facilitated her escape, and she stumbled forwards into the Doctor�s back.
She grinned
up at him, a little breathless, wanting to pull him round and drag him into the
argument.
�Not so
very primitive,� the Doctor murmured, still gazing around the city square. He glanced back at the TARDIS, frowning at
the ship. �Why here?�
Jack and
Rose twisted to stare at the blue box, before turning in unison to regard the
Doctor.
�What am I
missing?� Jack asked, prodding Rose.
�Not sure,�
she shook him off, sliding her fingers into the Doctor�s hands. He didn�t quite grip back.
�In a
different life . . .� the Doctor murmured, gazing around, �none of this was
here.� He stepped forward, slipping out of Rose�s grasp, still regarding every
face that passed them by with an intensity that spooked Jack, and didn�t
exactly set Rose at ease.
�Daleks and
. . . ruins.� He flinched as a pretty
girl walked past, staring after her, hungrily. �Rubble.�
�Doctor,�
Rose didn�t have anything more to say, though she felt like she should have.
�And a
little girl.� The Doctor shook his head,
moving off into the city.
Jack
shrugged, grabbing Rose�s hand and jogging after him.

oOo

They tailed behind the Gallifreyan on the march, unable to
speak and keep up the sharp pace. The
Doctor covered the ground in long, determined strides, always scanning the
faces which passed him by.
Reaching
one of the skyscrapers, the Doctor barged past the doorman, leaving Jack and
Rose to bluff their way through. He
stood in the lift, pressing a number at random.
Rose cried
out in frustration as she saw the lift doors close on him, the counter going
all the way up to thirty one. A few
unproductive minutes with the doorman resulted in the doors sliding open once more
and Jack gave her a sharp elbow. He
preened in front of the doorman, turning the charm on full blast as Rose made a
break for it.
She jiggled
from one foot to another as the express elevator zoomed upwards, unable to keep
still. When the doors pinged and began
to open, she squeezed out the narrowest gap, launching herself down the hallway
to see . . .
The Doctor,
embracing a tall, leggy brunette as though he thought she would disappear if he
so much as slackened off the embrace.
One long, perfectly sculpted leg on the woman popped upwards, and the
Doctor leaned backwards, lifting her off the floor. He laughed out loud.
�Susan,� he
gasped, pulling apart at last and holding her at arms length. He had his biggest, happiest grin on. �Susan.�
The brunette
hiccupped through tears, running her fingers over his face, her manicured nails
brushing over the smile lines. �You�ve changed!�
�Handsome
as ever.�
She
laughed, her tone clear as a bell.
Throwing her head back, she caught sight of Rose over his shoulder when
she straightened again. �And is this
your new companion?� she asked, sounding delighted.
The Doctor
turned, something in his eyes snapping when he saw Rose standing there. �Yeah.
This is Rose. Uh . . .� he shook
his head, putting one arm around Susan�s shoulders. �TARDIS?�

�Oh,� Susan�s plump little
mouth rounded in anticipation.
�Yes. Yes!�

oOo

�Whoah!� had been Jack�s initial assessment of their
visitor. He leaned against the central
pillar, peering down the corridor.
�You�re not
going to develop x-ray vision,� Rose muttered, tossing an archaic Telbuen Peace
Ball in the air. It had always looked,
to her, like one of those overpriced oddities you could buy in Habitat.
�Lover�s
reunion?� Jack asked her, still staring into the TARDIS� depths. �They disappeared pretty quick. Couldn�t take their hands off each other.�
�Jack,
please, she�s obviously important to him.�
Rose slammed the ball onto the console, a little harder than she�d
intended, earning herself a glare from Jack.
He leaned
against a support strut, a smile flickering over his eyes. �Ah, Rosie doesn�t like this idea.�
She glared
at him.
�Someone
else to be the dance partner, but,� he held up a finger, �correct me if I�m
wrong, Rose, Babe, but have you ever actually told him how you feel?�
Rose said
nothing.
�He�s only
a bloke,� Jack said, returning his attention to the corridor.
�Having no
problems with Susan though,� Rose muttered, shocking herself.
Jack didn�t
let her see his smile, and he didn�t tell her that he was fairly sure the
connection between Susan and the Doctor wasn�t romantic. �Come on,� he said, marching down the
hall. He paused at the archway,
extending a hand out to her. �Let�s go
meet our new guest.�

oOo

She didn�t exactly drag her feet, but Jack found the Doctor
and Susan in the kitchen long before she�d even passed the swimming pool. His shout, echoing down the corridors, didn�t
serve to hurry her up much.

When she reached the threshold, she pulled herself across
it, forcing herself to smile at the dark haired girl sitting at the breakfast
bar, holding the Doctor�s hand.
�Rose,� she
beamed at her.
�It�s okay, Rose,� Jack said from the
counter. �Susan�s his granddaughter.�
�Your . .
.� Rose stared at him, her smile suddenly picking up. �Your . . .� She hesitated, frowning
slightly. Susan wasn�t any older than
her. �Your granddaughter?�
�Yes,� the
Doctor grinned, pulling Susan close and kissing her on the forehead.
Rose nodded
slowly, sticking her hands in the pockets of her jumper. �Oh,� she said, realising he was waiting for
more. �That�s . . . nice.�
�The TARDIS
found her.� The Doctor squeezed Susan
into another hug. �I can�t believe
it. I can�t believe you survived!�
�Yeah,�
Jack turned, handing out mugs of tea. �How did you survive? Tea, Rose?�
Rose
nodded, drifting closer to the bar.
Susan
couldn�t take her eyes off the Doctor, big, brown eyes. Almost like Rose�s. Almost Rose�s age. A good bit taller though.
I�ll
tell him you�re not my boyfriend . . .
He never liked being referred to as her
boyfriend, and he was pretty hostile to all those men at her door. He liked to teach her about the universe.
Susan
smiled at Rose as one of her long fingered, finely manicured hands reached
across the table for a mug of tea. �I
don�t know what happened. One minute I
was going to bed, with David . . . and when I woke up,� she shrugged her
shoulders, gazing into her tea�s milky depths.
The Doctor
covered her hand with his. �It was
different?�
�Everything
was.� She blinked. �David . . . didn�t remember anything. Said we�d met in London
a year earlier, said . . . said so many things.
I thought I was going mad. I
spent a year in a psych ward.�
Rose
swallowed.
�You�re
safe now,� the Doctor promised, pulling her into a hug. �And I can have David killed.�
Susan
hiccupped as she laughed through tears.
�Do you
want us to go back and get your stuff?� Jack asked.
Susan shook
her head, still clinging to the Doctor. �Granddad?�
The Doctor
stroked her hair, smiling when he heard the word. �Yeah?�
�Take me
somewhere else.�
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