A Swell Party - 11/13
Title: A Swell Party 11/13
Fandom: Doctor Who/Jeeves and Wooster crossover
Rating: PG
Summary: Following a signal, the trio find themselves in the quaint time of Jeeves and Wooster. Unfortunately, getting their hands on what they're after isn't as easy as they might expect. Eventual 9/Rose/Jack
Part 1 / /Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5
Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10
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“Well Jeeves,” Bertie asked, as he dressed for dinner, “did all go as planned?”
“I believe so, sir,” Jeeves said, smoothing out the shoulders of Bertie’s jacket. “Better than I anticipated, in fact. I was fortunate enough to see the Doctor and Miss Tyler kissing, and it was fortuitous that Captain Harkness also happened to see them. He appeared…greatly distressed.”
Bertie wrinkled his nose slightly as he adjusted his bow tie.
“I suppose he does love her,” he mused. “Jeeves, I think we have done something beastly.”
“Sir?”
“Yes Jeeves. In our ardent desire to avoid my attachment to the Glossop, we may have caused Captain Harkness some injury.”
“It is possible, sir, we have saved him some pain,” Jeeves said, brushing down the back of the dinner jacket. “The attraction between Miss Tyler and the Doctor was clearly very strong, and if Miss Tyler and Captain Harkness had remained engaged, it would have caused him more distress when she chose the Doctor.”
“But would she have chosen the Doctor?” Bertie asked. “No, Jeeves, I’m not convinced. Saved though I may be, I am wracked with guilt. My stomach is churning.”
“If I may be permitted to say so, sir, that is not guilt. That is merely hunger. I advise you proceed to dinner.”
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For the first time since their arrival at Brinkley Court, there was something of a strain between the Doctor, Jack and Rose that dinner time. Jack hadn’t mentioned anything about the kiss after rescuing them, and when either of them - more Rose than the Doctor - had tried to talk to him about it, he’d changed the subject, or disappeared. The closest he’d come to acknowledging it was just before they went into dinner.
“Claude and Eustace have started up some kind of betting pool on what sort of scandal we cause,” he told them lightly. “Let me know what we’re planning, then at least I can get some cash out of it.”
Rose shot the Doctor a helpless look and the Doctor raised his eyebrows, saying very plainly ‘I told you this was a mistake. Clearly, I am right. Again. And it never gets tiring.’ She ignored him, in favour of trying to catch Jack’s eye.
Jack excused himself quickly after dinner, and it was a testament to his charm that he managed it without offending anyone. Rose tried to follow after him, but Bertie ambushed her.
“Hallo there,” he said cheerfully. “Mind if I have a word?”
Rose glanced past him to where Jack was disappearing out the door.
“It’s about that errand you asked me to run,” he added, and her attention was immediately back on him again, dragging him over to a quiet corner of the room.
“Yes?” she prompted. “Has she got it?”
Bertie nodded, and smiled and waved at Bingo, who was shooting him a look that was both parts hurt and confused.
“Haven’t got a bally clue what you’d want with such a revolting piece,” he said. “She’s going to give it to Angela for her birthday.”
“Damn.” Rose ran her tongue over her teeth, thoughtfully. “I suppose that means she’s not going to give it to us…” She blew out her cheeks. “We’re going to have to pinch it.”
“Well don’t expect me to have any part of it,” Bertie said haughtily. “I’m not stealing anything.”
“Fine, look, could you maybe…draw it?” Rose looked around and grabbed a pen and a piece of paper from the writing desk they were next to. “So we know what we’re looking for.”
Bertie obliged, a little baffled, and handed the paper over to Rose. She smiled brightly at him, then headed off after Jack, slipping the drawing into the Doctor’s hand as she passed.
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Jack wasn’t anywhere in the TARDIS, which was worrying enough. Rose eventually found him standing on the bridge over the ornamental lake, leaning on the stone and frowning at the lily pads, the moonlight being reflected back into his face.
“Jack?” she called quietly, coming up beside him. He glanced at her and flashed her a bright smile.
“Hey there, gorgeous. What can I do for you?”
“Just wanted to see if you were okay,” she said, leaning her back against the wall of the bridge and studying his face carefully.
“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Rose nodded, pushing some of her hair out of her face.
“Jack…about earlier…”
“If you’re planning on making an excuse, don’t bother,” he told her. “It’s fine. Wasn’t like I didn’t expect it, sooner or later.” The look on his face said he clearly would have preferred it to be later. “But it’s okay. We’ll get this done, and then you guys can drop me off wherever and enjoy the honeymoon period.”
Rose frowned at him.
“What?” she asked. “You mean…You want to leave…?”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, sweetheart, but I don’t want to be around if you two are finally getting on with it. It’ll sort of spoil the mood, for one thing.” He turned to face her properly and smiled at her.
“Jack…I don’t want you to go,” she told him. He reached up and cupped her face gently.
“Rose,” he said. “The Doctor loves you, and he was possessive enough before. You don’t want me around while you’re still settling into your relationship. I’ll just get in the way. Besides, the Doctor probably wouldn’t let me even talk to you,” he gave a small smile. “It’s fine.”
Rose grabbed his wrist when he turned to leave.
“Jack - the other day, when you kissed me - he wasn’t jealous of you.”
“Really? Then he does a damn good impression.” He tried to tug his wrist from her grip, but she held tighter. “Rose, let me at least get out of this with some dignity. Let go.”
“He was jealous of both of us,” she insisted. “He told me so!”
“Because he’s usually so forthcoming with that sort of thing,” Jack scoffed.
“He did! He said he cared about us! Both of us!”
“Some more than others,” Jack said, prying her hand off his arm. “I knew that already.”
“Jack,” Rose snapped. “You’re not listening! He wants both of us.”
Jack’s expression was sceptical.
“You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t quite believe that,” he said.
“Well, what about me?” she asked.
“You love the Doctor, that’s obvious.” Jack shrugged. “Don’t try and make me stay out of loyalty, Rose. I’d rather go.”
“I love you too, Jack,” she said firmly.
“Rose, don’t, it’s not fair - ”
“It’s the truth!” She moved around to block his path. “You told me that in your time, it was perfectly acceptable for three or more people to be together.”
“Yeah, my time.” He gripped her arms and moved her out the way. “You’re only used to having two people around - the Doctor can barely handle the idea of one. Having me there would just make everything harder than it needed to be.”
“It wouldn’t Jack, it wouldn’t! I want you there, the Doctor wants you there - ”
“Rose, stop!” Jack glared at her, and she stilled, stunned at his shout. “Look, I…I care about you, and the Doctor, but I’m damned if I’m going to hang around like a third wheel while you guys go gaga over each other. Neither of you’re used to having more than two people in a relationship - I’d just make things awkward. So just…Stop trying to give me ideas, because all it’s gonna do is make it hurt more when I go, and that’s not fair!”
She slapped him.
His face stayed blank, mouth pressed into a firm line as his cheek darkened in the moonlight.
“If you say anything like that again, Jack, I’ll knock you into next week,” she snapped. “Why’re you making this so complicated? I want you, the Doctor wants you, and you want us. Where is the problem?”
“Rose, it won’t work.”
“We’ll make it work,” she said, taking his hand. “We’ve done harder things.”
Jack eyed her for a moment, expressionlessly, before bringing her hand to his lips.
“Rose Tyler,” he said with a small smile, linking her arm through his. “You are something else.”
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When they got back to the TARDIS, the Doctor was pacing around the console, agitated.
“What’s wrong?” Jack asked as they headed up the ramp.
“This,” the Doctor said, shoving the drawing Bertie had done into Jack’s hands. Jack stared at it.
“That’s not good,” Jack said, staring at the picture. “That’s not good at all.”
“What? What is it?” Rose peered at the picture over Jack’s arm.
“It’s a weapon,” the Doctor said grimly. “It contains a biological agent - a virus - ”
“It’s a bomb,” Jack clarified. “Only it won’t just kill everyone here if it explodes,”
“The virus’ll get into the atmosphere,” the Doctor said. “It’ll kill everyone on the planet.”
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Fandom: Doctor Who/Jeeves and Wooster crossover
Rating: PG
Summary: Following a signal, the trio find themselves in the quaint time of Jeeves and Wooster. Unfortunately, getting their hands on what they're after isn't as easy as they might expect. Eventual 9/Rose/Jack
Part 1 / /Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5
Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10
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“Well Jeeves,” Bertie asked, as he dressed for dinner, “did all go as planned?”
“I believe so, sir,” Jeeves said, smoothing out the shoulders of Bertie’s jacket. “Better than I anticipated, in fact. I was fortunate enough to see the Doctor and Miss Tyler kissing, and it was fortuitous that Captain Harkness also happened to see them. He appeared…greatly distressed.”
Bertie wrinkled his nose slightly as he adjusted his bow tie.
“I suppose he does love her,” he mused. “Jeeves, I think we have done something beastly.”
“Sir?”
“Yes Jeeves. In our ardent desire to avoid my attachment to the Glossop, we may have caused Captain Harkness some injury.”
“It is possible, sir, we have saved him some pain,” Jeeves said, brushing down the back of the dinner jacket. “The attraction between Miss Tyler and the Doctor was clearly very strong, and if Miss Tyler and Captain Harkness had remained engaged, it would have caused him more distress when she chose the Doctor.”
“But would she have chosen the Doctor?” Bertie asked. “No, Jeeves, I’m not convinced. Saved though I may be, I am wracked with guilt. My stomach is churning.”
“If I may be permitted to say so, sir, that is not guilt. That is merely hunger. I advise you proceed to dinner.”
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For the first time since their arrival at Brinkley Court, there was something of a strain between the Doctor, Jack and Rose that dinner time. Jack hadn’t mentioned anything about the kiss after rescuing them, and when either of them - more Rose than the Doctor - had tried to talk to him about it, he’d changed the subject, or disappeared. The closest he’d come to acknowledging it was just before they went into dinner.
“Claude and Eustace have started up some kind of betting pool on what sort of scandal we cause,” he told them lightly. “Let me know what we’re planning, then at least I can get some cash out of it.”
Rose shot the Doctor a helpless look and the Doctor raised his eyebrows, saying very plainly ‘I told you this was a mistake. Clearly, I am right. Again. And it never gets tiring.’ She ignored him, in favour of trying to catch Jack’s eye.
Jack excused himself quickly after dinner, and it was a testament to his charm that he managed it without offending anyone. Rose tried to follow after him, but Bertie ambushed her.
“Hallo there,” he said cheerfully. “Mind if I have a word?”
Rose glanced past him to where Jack was disappearing out the door.
“It’s about that errand you asked me to run,” he added, and her attention was immediately back on him again, dragging him over to a quiet corner of the room.
“Yes?” she prompted. “Has she got it?”
Bertie nodded, and smiled and waved at Bingo, who was shooting him a look that was both parts hurt and confused.
“Haven’t got a bally clue what you’d want with such a revolting piece,” he said. “She’s going to give it to Angela for her birthday.”
“Damn.” Rose ran her tongue over her teeth, thoughtfully. “I suppose that means she’s not going to give it to us…” She blew out her cheeks. “We’re going to have to pinch it.”
“Well don’t expect me to have any part of it,” Bertie said haughtily. “I’m not stealing anything.”
“Fine, look, could you maybe…draw it?” Rose looked around and grabbed a pen and a piece of paper from the writing desk they were next to. “So we know what we’re looking for.”
Bertie obliged, a little baffled, and handed the paper over to Rose. She smiled brightly at him, then headed off after Jack, slipping the drawing into the Doctor’s hand as she passed.
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Jack wasn’t anywhere in the TARDIS, which was worrying enough. Rose eventually found him standing on the bridge over the ornamental lake, leaning on the stone and frowning at the lily pads, the moonlight being reflected back into his face.
“Jack?” she called quietly, coming up beside him. He glanced at her and flashed her a bright smile.
“Hey there, gorgeous. What can I do for you?”
“Just wanted to see if you were okay,” she said, leaning her back against the wall of the bridge and studying his face carefully.
“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Rose nodded, pushing some of her hair out of her face.
“Jack…about earlier…”
“If you’re planning on making an excuse, don’t bother,” he told her. “It’s fine. Wasn’t like I didn’t expect it, sooner or later.” The look on his face said he clearly would have preferred it to be later. “But it’s okay. We’ll get this done, and then you guys can drop me off wherever and enjoy the honeymoon period.”
Rose frowned at him.
“What?” she asked. “You mean…You want to leave…?”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, sweetheart, but I don’t want to be around if you two are finally getting on with it. It’ll sort of spoil the mood, for one thing.” He turned to face her properly and smiled at her.
“Jack…I don’t want you to go,” she told him. He reached up and cupped her face gently.
“Rose,” he said. “The Doctor loves you, and he was possessive enough before. You don’t want me around while you’re still settling into your relationship. I’ll just get in the way. Besides, the Doctor probably wouldn’t let me even talk to you,” he gave a small smile. “It’s fine.”
Rose grabbed his wrist when he turned to leave.
“Jack - the other day, when you kissed me - he wasn’t jealous of you.”
“Really? Then he does a damn good impression.” He tried to tug his wrist from her grip, but she held tighter. “Rose, let me at least get out of this with some dignity. Let go.”
“He was jealous of both of us,” she insisted. “He told me so!”
“Because he’s usually so forthcoming with that sort of thing,” Jack scoffed.
“He did! He said he cared about us! Both of us!”
“Some more than others,” Jack said, prying her hand off his arm. “I knew that already.”
“Jack,” Rose snapped. “You’re not listening! He wants both of us.”
Jack’s expression was sceptical.
“You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t quite believe that,” he said.
“Well, what about me?” she asked.
“You love the Doctor, that’s obvious.” Jack shrugged. “Don’t try and make me stay out of loyalty, Rose. I’d rather go.”
“I love you too, Jack,” she said firmly.
“Rose, don’t, it’s not fair - ”
“It’s the truth!” She moved around to block his path. “You told me that in your time, it was perfectly acceptable for three or more people to be together.”
“Yeah, my time.” He gripped her arms and moved her out the way. “You’re only used to having two people around - the Doctor can barely handle the idea of one. Having me there would just make everything harder than it needed to be.”
“It wouldn’t Jack, it wouldn’t! I want you there, the Doctor wants you there - ”
“Rose, stop!” Jack glared at her, and she stilled, stunned at his shout. “Look, I…I care about you, and the Doctor, but I’m damned if I’m going to hang around like a third wheel while you guys go gaga over each other. Neither of you’re used to having more than two people in a relationship - I’d just make things awkward. So just…Stop trying to give me ideas, because all it’s gonna do is make it hurt more when I go, and that’s not fair!”
She slapped him.
His face stayed blank, mouth pressed into a firm line as his cheek darkened in the moonlight.
“If you say anything like that again, Jack, I’ll knock you into next week,” she snapped. “Why’re you making this so complicated? I want you, the Doctor wants you, and you want us. Where is the problem?”
“Rose, it won’t work.”
“We’ll make it work,” she said, taking his hand. “We’ve done harder things.”
Jack eyed her for a moment, expressionlessly, before bringing her hand to his lips.
“Rose Tyler,” he said with a small smile, linking her arm through his. “You are something else.”
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When they got back to the TARDIS, the Doctor was pacing around the console, agitated.
“What’s wrong?” Jack asked as they headed up the ramp.
“This,” the Doctor said, shoving the drawing Bertie had done into Jack’s hands. Jack stared at it.
“That’s not good,” Jack said, staring at the picture. “That’s not good at all.”
“What? What is it?” Rose peered at the picture over Jack’s arm.
“It’s a weapon,” the Doctor said grimly. “It contains a biological agent - a virus - ”
“It’s a bomb,” Jack clarified. “Only it won’t just kill everyone here if it explodes,”
“The virus’ll get into the atmosphere,” the Doctor said. “It’ll kill everyone on the planet.”
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