A Swell Party - 13/13
Title: A Swell Party 13/13
Author: Claire
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
Part 11 // Part 12
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The Doctor arrived to catch the tail end of Jack and Bertie’s performance, standing next to Rose with a grin that declared his genius had once again saved the day and the queue to thank him started there. Jack caught sight of him and grinned as well, wrapping up the song with a flourish and he and Bertie bowed to a round of polite and somewhat impressed applause, immediately after which Bertie dove off the stage and made a beeline for the gin and tonic.
Jack sauntered over to them, hands in his pockets, looking extremely pleased with himself.
“Where did you learn to play the piano?” Rose asked, when he drew closer, shooting him a teasing grin.
“Time Agency,” he told her. “You’d be surprised what they taught us ‘just in case’. Didn’t take much time - they just uploaded it into our minds.”
“Same way they wiped your memories?”
“Something like that.” Jack glanced at the Doctor. “World saved?”
“Yep.” the Doctor’s grin grew impossibly wider. “You’d expect anything else?”
“From you?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “Nah.”
“We off then?” Rose looped her arm through the Doctor’s.
“What’s the rush? Thought we might stay and enjoy the party.” The Doctor grabbed a glass of wine from the tray of a passing waiter. “We were invited, after all.”
“Yeah, Rose.” Jack glanced away, over the rest of the guests. “Anyone’d think you were in a rush to get rid of me.”
Rose stared at him.
“Jack, you don’t still want to leave?”
“I think it’d probably be best, don’t you?”
“No,” she said, and elbowed the Doctor viciously. He winced dramatically and glared at her. She glared back and he sighed.
“Jack,” he said. “I don’t want you to go.”
Jack glanced at him.
“Why not?” he asked, a challenge.
“Oh you’re not going to make me say it again, are you? Can’t you just take Rose’s word for it?”
“Doctor…” Rose muttered grimly.
“I want you to stay because…” He rolled his eyes, unable to believe he was going to say it. “Because I…care, alright?”
“You do.” Jack raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not saying it again,” the Doctor said warningly. “You humans, it’s all about words with you, isn’t it? And it’s never the fun ones, either. Always the meaningless pap.”
“You didn’t sound terribly sure when you said it that time,” Jack pointed out. “Don’t do this out of pity, Doc. I don’t want it.”
Rose reached over and took Jack’s hand.
“It’s not pity, Jack,” she said. “He’s just useless.”
“Oi!”
“He practically screamed it at me,” she added. “He said it so he could win our argument.”
“And did he?” Jack asked with a small grin. Rose grinned back.
“Not a chance.”
“Jack,” the Doctor said again. “Stay. Because… Rose wants you to.”
“Just Rose?” Jack said. “That’s not really the offer I’m after, Doc.”
“I want you to as well,” the Doctor told him.
Jack studied them both. The Doctor raised his eyebrows expectantly and Rose squeezed his hand. He broke into a grin, and grabbed his own glass of wine.
“I accept,” he said, clinking his glass with the Doctor’s. “But you’re going to have to prove it.”
“Later,” the Doctor said, matching Jack’s grin as Rose stole his wine. “I’ve promised someone a favour.”
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“Bertie,” Claude hissed, sneaking up on his cousin later that evening. “Bertie, I think something’s wrong with Jeeves!”
Bertie was immediately on the alert, turning to face his cousins.
“What?” he asked, anguish writ plainly on his face.
Eustace nodded, his own expression grave.
“I think he’s reached the end of his genius, Bertie,” he said, placing a comforting hand on Bertie’s shoulder. “His intellect, which once burned bright, has gone out.”
“What do you mean? How? Why?”
“You know we set up that pool,” Claude said. “On what scandal your three friends would cause?”
“Yes…?”
“Jeeves came to us earlier and placed a rather…unusual bet. For both of you. For…quite a lot of money,” Eustace said.
“What was it?” Bertie asked, his stomach clenching in dread.
“Well - ”
There was a shriek and the whole room fell silent. Claude, Eustace and Bertie whirled around to see what the problem was.
There, in the middle of the dance floor, were the Doctor and Jack locked in what could only be described as a ‘passionate embrace’.
“Oh blast it!” Claude snapped, and he and Eustace turned out their pockets, shoving a load of money into Bertie’s hands.
“I don’t know how he does it,” Eustace muttered. “I really don’t.”
Bertie took the money wordlessly, the dread tightening its grip on his innards as if trying to squeeze the birthday cake he’d just eaten out of his ears.
The crowd looked on in horror. Honoria looked ready to kill someone. Aunt Dahlia gritted her teeth. Aunt Agatha seemed to swell to three times her normal size and turn purple.
The pair broke apart, grinning, and Jack caught his eye and winked at him.
“Bertie!” roared Aunt Agatha, with all the air power of a force nine gale.
Bertie legged it.
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He crashed into Jeeves just outside the back door.
“Jeeves!” he cried. “Jeeves, we must leave! Post haste! There’s been an incident and the aunts are out for blood!”
“I expect so, sir,” Jeeves said calmly, taking the money out of Bertie’s hands and slipping it into the small carry case he was holding. “Given the nature of the occurrence, and your acquaintance with the two involved, it is unsurprising that they are blaming you.”
Bertie blinked.
“Yes…Yes, exactly. So go pack!”
“Already done, sir,” Jeeves said, handing Bertie the hat and coat he had been holding, drawing Bertie’s attention to the fact that he was already wearing his bowler hat and coat. “And if you would care to follow me, I have already arranged transport for us.”
Bertie trailed after Jeeves as he led the way around the side of the house.
“I feel it would be prudent, sir, if we were to remove from England for a space, so I have made arrangements for us to be taken to your New York residence.”
“You’re a marvel, Jeeves,” Bertie said, struggling into his coat and putting his hat on. “When do we leave?”
“I have been given to understand, sir, that we will be departing this very evening.”
“And what of the Doctor and Captain Harkness?”
“I believe it will be discovered upon further investigation that both the Doctor and Captain Harkness had been drinking heavily for most of the day and therefore cannot be held accountable for their actions. However, this will present Captain Harkness as an eminently unsuitable partner for Miss Glossop, and also by your acquaintance with him, rule you out as a prospective beau.”
“Good God, Jeeves!” Bertie cried, as the came to a stop outside the Police Call box that Rose had disappeared into the previous day. “You don’t mean to say you planned all this!”
“With some help, sir, yes.” Jeeves knocked firmly on the door.
Before Bertie could question this bizarre action, the door opened and Jack grinned out at them.
“You were quick,” he said, and stepped aside so Jeeves could lead the way in.
Bertie followed, in the vague sense that he was very rapidly going insane. He found himself inside an impossibly cavernous room, with some strange contraption in the middle, which the Doctor was standing at, grinning over to them. Rose gave him a little wave from her perch on the railing and Jack closed the door behind them.
“Everything work?” the Doctor asked.
“I believe so, sir,” Jeeves said, gracing the Doctor with the minute twitch of lips which was the closest he ever came to a smile.
“Fantastic!” He pulled a lever beside him and the whole room shook. Bertie clung helplessly to the wall, and noticed the bags he had brought with him to Brinkley Court piled neatly beside the door.
“Jeeves!” Bertie cried. “What’s happening?”
“I took the liberty of explaining to the Doctor why we locked Miss Tyler and himself in the drawing room yesterday. He proved surprisingly sympathetic to your predicament and offered his services.”
“But where are we?”
“My ship,” the Doctor called. “I tell you what, if your man Jeeves had been born a couple of centuries later, he could rule the world.”
“I thought you said they’d been drinking!” Bertie hissed at Jeeves, watching as the Doctor and Jack bounded around the console, swapping innuendo with each other and Rose as they pushed levers and twisted knobs.
“They have, sir,” Jeeves said calmly. “It is, however, the instance that due to the nature of Captain Harkness and the Doctor, neither of them is able to become drunk very easily.”
“What on Earth do you mean, ‘due to the nature of’?” Bertie demanded, still clinging to the wall.
“If you recall, sir, when we first met the Doctor, I expressed certain concerns that he was somewhat…out of the ordinary.” Jeeves looked over at the Doctor, who grinned back. “I took the liberty of observing him during our time at Brinkley Court and discovered that he was perhaps more…unusual that I had at first suspected. He confirmed this suspicion earlier this afternoon after I came across him destroying the present Miss Glossop had brought for your cousin.”
“But…” Bertie frowned. “He didn’t destroy it - I saw Angela open it!”
“That was a replica,” the Doctor called. “Keep up!”
“Suffice to say, sir, that the Doctor is not of our world.”
“You worked that out on your own?” Bertie asked weakly.
“I will admit, sir, that until the Doctor confided the situation to me, I had found myself perplexed.”
The entire room shuddered again and the Doctor beamed at them.
“Here we are! New York! A week after you left Brinkley Court!”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Bertie protested, “it’s barely been ten minutes!”
The Doctor rolled his eyes and shot Jeeves a pointed look. Jeeves inclined his head - in thanks or agreement - and opened the door, guiding Bertie gently out, before returning to retrieve the bags.
“Just tell him it was a dream,” the Doctor advised, before Jeeves disappeared out the door again. “Say he had some bad cake or something.”
Jeeves inclined his head again.
“Thank you for your help, sir.”
“Not a problem.” The Doctor grinned. “Might see you again, Jeeves. Who knows?”
“Very good, sir,” Jeeves said, and disappeared out the door.
The Doctor shook his head slightly.
“If all humans were as intelligent as him, my life would be so much easier.”
“Be nice,” Rose said.
“It’s the truth!”
“You know...” Jack folded his arms and leaned back against the railing, “for a guy who supposedly ‘cares’ about us, you’re not going out of your way to show it.”
“See,” the Doctor said, “if you were more intelligent, you’d know and I wouldn’t have to show it.”
“Bloody full of yourself, aren’t you?” Rose said.
“Bloody bossy, aren’t you?” the Doctor shot back.
“Yeah,” Rose grinned, her tongue caught between her teeth. “Never manage with you if I wasn’t.”
The Doctor reached out to swat her and she danced out of the way, pressing a kiss against his cheek and then slipping around to kiss Jack before disappearing out of the console room with a cackle.
An awkward silence fell. For all his confidence earlier, it was clear Jack still wasn’t sure where he stood with the Doctor.
“I, um.” Jack licked his lips. “I’d better go get changed.”
“I meant what I said earlier,” the Doctor said, before he could move off the platform.
Jack paused.
“I know you did,” Jack said. “You don’t say things you don’t mean.”
“Yes I do,” the Doctor shot him a small smile. “But you’re worried I don’t mean it in the way you want me to mean it.”
“Can you blame me?” Jack asked with a wry grin.
“Not really.” The Doctor moved around the console. “You’ve been here long enough, should know by now that I don’t do all that human talking about feelings stuff. Not my thing.”
“Sometimes,” Jack said, “a guy just needs to know where he stands.”
The Doctor tugged him forward and kissed him. After a moment’s hesitation, Jack kissed back.
“Well!” came Rose’s voice. “Considering neither of you wanted to do this, you seem to be enjoying yourselves without me.”
“’S ‘cause you’re so bossy,” the Doctor said, pulling back to grin wickedly at Jack. “We were worried you’d start dictating everything.”
Jack grinned and kissed him again, while the Doctor held out a hand to Rose.
It seemed strange that for all the experience between them, it had taken a nineteen-year-old shop girl from a primitive time to convince them to try this. Then again, the Doctor thought, as Rose hung off his arm while Jack kissed her, maybe it was all their experience which had been holding them back.
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The next day, Bertie sat up in bed, reading the paper Jeeves had brought in with his tea.
“I say, Jeeves,” he said, shaking his head in a baffled manner. “I don’t know what I ate, but the week has just disappeared!”
“Indeed, sir?” Jeeves said impassively, setting out the suit for the day.
“I’ll be damned if I can’t remember any of the trip over here,” Bertie continued, sipping his tea with enthusiasm. “And I had the most bally peculiar dream, that that Doctor chappy was some sort of creature, or something, and he had a magic police box,” he shook his head again and laughed. “All very rummy.”
“Quite, sir,” Jeeves agreed calmly.
“I bet it was that cake, you know,” Bertie said. “I’ve always said that Aunt Dahlia’s chef was a loss on the baking, for all his skill when it comes to a beef joint. It’s no wonder that Uncle Tom’s always in such a jolly foul mood.”
“As you say, sir,” Jeeves said. “Will that be all, sir?”
“What? Oh yes, thank you Jeeves.”
“Very good, sir.” Jeeves inclined his head and shimmered out of the room.
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Author: Claire
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
Part 11 // Part 12
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The Doctor arrived to catch the tail end of Jack and Bertie’s performance, standing next to Rose with a grin that declared his genius had once again saved the day and the queue to thank him started there. Jack caught sight of him and grinned as well, wrapping up the song with a flourish and he and Bertie bowed to a round of polite and somewhat impressed applause, immediately after which Bertie dove off the stage and made a beeline for the gin and tonic.
Jack sauntered over to them, hands in his pockets, looking extremely pleased with himself.
“Where did you learn to play the piano?” Rose asked, when he drew closer, shooting him a teasing grin.
“Time Agency,” he told her. “You’d be surprised what they taught us ‘just in case’. Didn’t take much time - they just uploaded it into our minds.”
“Same way they wiped your memories?”
“Something like that.” Jack glanced at the Doctor. “World saved?”
“Yep.” the Doctor’s grin grew impossibly wider. “You’d expect anything else?”
“From you?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “Nah.”
“We off then?” Rose looped her arm through the Doctor’s.
“What’s the rush? Thought we might stay and enjoy the party.” The Doctor grabbed a glass of wine from the tray of a passing waiter. “We were invited, after all.”
“Yeah, Rose.” Jack glanced away, over the rest of the guests. “Anyone’d think you were in a rush to get rid of me.”
Rose stared at him.
“Jack, you don’t still want to leave?”
“I think it’d probably be best, don’t you?”
“No,” she said, and elbowed the Doctor viciously. He winced dramatically and glared at her. She glared back and he sighed.
“Jack,” he said. “I don’t want you to go.”
Jack glanced at him.
“Why not?” he asked, a challenge.
“Oh you’re not going to make me say it again, are you? Can’t you just take Rose’s word for it?”
“Doctor…” Rose muttered grimly.
“I want you to stay because…” He rolled his eyes, unable to believe he was going to say it. “Because I…care, alright?”
“You do.” Jack raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not saying it again,” the Doctor said warningly. “You humans, it’s all about words with you, isn’t it? And it’s never the fun ones, either. Always the meaningless pap.”
“You didn’t sound terribly sure when you said it that time,” Jack pointed out. “Don’t do this out of pity, Doc. I don’t want it.”
Rose reached over and took Jack’s hand.
“It’s not pity, Jack,” she said. “He’s just useless.”
“Oi!”
“He practically screamed it at me,” she added. “He said it so he could win our argument.”
“And did he?” Jack asked with a small grin. Rose grinned back.
“Not a chance.”
“Jack,” the Doctor said again. “Stay. Because… Rose wants you to.”
“Just Rose?” Jack said. “That’s not really the offer I’m after, Doc.”
“I want you to as well,” the Doctor told him.
Jack studied them both. The Doctor raised his eyebrows expectantly and Rose squeezed his hand. He broke into a grin, and grabbed his own glass of wine.
“I accept,” he said, clinking his glass with the Doctor’s. “But you’re going to have to prove it.”
“Later,” the Doctor said, matching Jack’s grin as Rose stole his wine. “I’ve promised someone a favour.”
-----
“Bertie,” Claude hissed, sneaking up on his cousin later that evening. “Bertie, I think something’s wrong with Jeeves!”
Bertie was immediately on the alert, turning to face his cousins.
“What?” he asked, anguish writ plainly on his face.
Eustace nodded, his own expression grave.
“I think he’s reached the end of his genius, Bertie,” he said, placing a comforting hand on Bertie’s shoulder. “His intellect, which once burned bright, has gone out.”
“What do you mean? How? Why?”
“You know we set up that pool,” Claude said. “On what scandal your three friends would cause?”
“Yes…?”
“Jeeves came to us earlier and placed a rather…unusual bet. For both of you. For…quite a lot of money,” Eustace said.
“What was it?” Bertie asked, his stomach clenching in dread.
“Well - ”
There was a shriek and the whole room fell silent. Claude, Eustace and Bertie whirled around to see what the problem was.
There, in the middle of the dance floor, were the Doctor and Jack locked in what could only be described as a ‘passionate embrace’.
“Oh blast it!” Claude snapped, and he and Eustace turned out their pockets, shoving a load of money into Bertie’s hands.
“I don’t know how he does it,” Eustace muttered. “I really don’t.”
Bertie took the money wordlessly, the dread tightening its grip on his innards as if trying to squeeze the birthday cake he’d just eaten out of his ears.
The crowd looked on in horror. Honoria looked ready to kill someone. Aunt Dahlia gritted her teeth. Aunt Agatha seemed to swell to three times her normal size and turn purple.
The pair broke apart, grinning, and Jack caught his eye and winked at him.
“Bertie!” roared Aunt Agatha, with all the air power of a force nine gale.
Bertie legged it.
-----
He crashed into Jeeves just outside the back door.
“Jeeves!” he cried. “Jeeves, we must leave! Post haste! There’s been an incident and the aunts are out for blood!”
“I expect so, sir,” Jeeves said calmly, taking the money out of Bertie’s hands and slipping it into the small carry case he was holding. “Given the nature of the occurrence, and your acquaintance with the two involved, it is unsurprising that they are blaming you.”
Bertie blinked.
“Yes…Yes, exactly. So go pack!”
“Already done, sir,” Jeeves said, handing Bertie the hat and coat he had been holding, drawing Bertie’s attention to the fact that he was already wearing his bowler hat and coat. “And if you would care to follow me, I have already arranged transport for us.”
Bertie trailed after Jeeves as he led the way around the side of the house.
“I feel it would be prudent, sir, if we were to remove from England for a space, so I have made arrangements for us to be taken to your New York residence.”
“You’re a marvel, Jeeves,” Bertie said, struggling into his coat and putting his hat on. “When do we leave?”
“I have been given to understand, sir, that we will be departing this very evening.”
“And what of the Doctor and Captain Harkness?”
“I believe it will be discovered upon further investigation that both the Doctor and Captain Harkness had been drinking heavily for most of the day and therefore cannot be held accountable for their actions. However, this will present Captain Harkness as an eminently unsuitable partner for Miss Glossop, and also by your acquaintance with him, rule you out as a prospective beau.”
“Good God, Jeeves!” Bertie cried, as the came to a stop outside the Police Call box that Rose had disappeared into the previous day. “You don’t mean to say you planned all this!”
“With some help, sir, yes.” Jeeves knocked firmly on the door.
Before Bertie could question this bizarre action, the door opened and Jack grinned out at them.
“You were quick,” he said, and stepped aside so Jeeves could lead the way in.
Bertie followed, in the vague sense that he was very rapidly going insane. He found himself inside an impossibly cavernous room, with some strange contraption in the middle, which the Doctor was standing at, grinning over to them. Rose gave him a little wave from her perch on the railing and Jack closed the door behind them.
“Everything work?” the Doctor asked.
“I believe so, sir,” Jeeves said, gracing the Doctor with the minute twitch of lips which was the closest he ever came to a smile.
“Fantastic!” He pulled a lever beside him and the whole room shook. Bertie clung helplessly to the wall, and noticed the bags he had brought with him to Brinkley Court piled neatly beside the door.
“Jeeves!” Bertie cried. “What’s happening?”
“I took the liberty of explaining to the Doctor why we locked Miss Tyler and himself in the drawing room yesterday. He proved surprisingly sympathetic to your predicament and offered his services.”
“But where are we?”
“My ship,” the Doctor called. “I tell you what, if your man Jeeves had been born a couple of centuries later, he could rule the world.”
“I thought you said they’d been drinking!” Bertie hissed at Jeeves, watching as the Doctor and Jack bounded around the console, swapping innuendo with each other and Rose as they pushed levers and twisted knobs.
“They have, sir,” Jeeves said calmly. “It is, however, the instance that due to the nature of Captain Harkness and the Doctor, neither of them is able to become drunk very easily.”
“What on Earth do you mean, ‘due to the nature of’?” Bertie demanded, still clinging to the wall.
“If you recall, sir, when we first met the Doctor, I expressed certain concerns that he was somewhat…out of the ordinary.” Jeeves looked over at the Doctor, who grinned back. “I took the liberty of observing him during our time at Brinkley Court and discovered that he was perhaps more…unusual that I had at first suspected. He confirmed this suspicion earlier this afternoon after I came across him destroying the present Miss Glossop had brought for your cousin.”
“But…” Bertie frowned. “He didn’t destroy it - I saw Angela open it!”
“That was a replica,” the Doctor called. “Keep up!”
“Suffice to say, sir, that the Doctor is not of our world.”
“You worked that out on your own?” Bertie asked weakly.
“I will admit, sir, that until the Doctor confided the situation to me, I had found myself perplexed.”
The entire room shuddered again and the Doctor beamed at them.
“Here we are! New York! A week after you left Brinkley Court!”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Bertie protested, “it’s barely been ten minutes!”
The Doctor rolled his eyes and shot Jeeves a pointed look. Jeeves inclined his head - in thanks or agreement - and opened the door, guiding Bertie gently out, before returning to retrieve the bags.
“Just tell him it was a dream,” the Doctor advised, before Jeeves disappeared out the door again. “Say he had some bad cake or something.”
Jeeves inclined his head again.
“Thank you for your help, sir.”
“Not a problem.” The Doctor grinned. “Might see you again, Jeeves. Who knows?”
“Very good, sir,” Jeeves said, and disappeared out the door.
The Doctor shook his head slightly.
“If all humans were as intelligent as him, my life would be so much easier.”
“Be nice,” Rose said.
“It’s the truth!”
“You know...” Jack folded his arms and leaned back against the railing, “for a guy who supposedly ‘cares’ about us, you’re not going out of your way to show it.”
“See,” the Doctor said, “if you were more intelligent, you’d know and I wouldn’t have to show it.”
“Bloody full of yourself, aren’t you?” Rose said.
“Bloody bossy, aren’t you?” the Doctor shot back.
“Yeah,” Rose grinned, her tongue caught between her teeth. “Never manage with you if I wasn’t.”
The Doctor reached out to swat her and she danced out of the way, pressing a kiss against his cheek and then slipping around to kiss Jack before disappearing out of the console room with a cackle.
An awkward silence fell. For all his confidence earlier, it was clear Jack still wasn’t sure where he stood with the Doctor.
“I, um.” Jack licked his lips. “I’d better go get changed.”
“I meant what I said earlier,” the Doctor said, before he could move off the platform.
Jack paused.
“I know you did,” Jack said. “You don’t say things you don’t mean.”
“Yes I do,” the Doctor shot him a small smile. “But you’re worried I don’t mean it in the way you want me to mean it.”
“Can you blame me?” Jack asked with a wry grin.
“Not really.” The Doctor moved around the console. “You’ve been here long enough, should know by now that I don’t do all that human talking about feelings stuff. Not my thing.”
“Sometimes,” Jack said, “a guy just needs to know where he stands.”
The Doctor tugged him forward and kissed him. After a moment’s hesitation, Jack kissed back.
“Well!” came Rose’s voice. “Considering neither of you wanted to do this, you seem to be enjoying yourselves without me.”
“’S ‘cause you’re so bossy,” the Doctor said, pulling back to grin wickedly at Jack. “We were worried you’d start dictating everything.”
Jack grinned and kissed him again, while the Doctor held out a hand to Rose.
It seemed strange that for all the experience between them, it had taken a nineteen-year-old shop girl from a primitive time to convince them to try this. Then again, the Doctor thought, as Rose hung off his arm while Jack kissed her, maybe it was all their experience which had been holding them back.
-----
The next day, Bertie sat up in bed, reading the paper Jeeves had brought in with his tea.
“I say, Jeeves,” he said, shaking his head in a baffled manner. “I don’t know what I ate, but the week has just disappeared!”
“Indeed, sir?” Jeeves said impassively, setting out the suit for the day.
“I’ll be damned if I can’t remember any of the trip over here,” Bertie continued, sipping his tea with enthusiasm. “And I had the most bally peculiar dream, that that Doctor chappy was some sort of creature, or something, and he had a magic police box,” he shook his head again and laughed. “All very rummy.”
“Quite, sir,” Jeeves agreed calmly.
“I bet it was that cake, you know,” Bertie said. “I’ve always said that Aunt Dahlia’s chef was a loss on the baking, for all his skill when it comes to a beef joint. It’s no wonder that Uncle Tom’s always in such a jolly foul mood.”
“As you say, sir,” Jeeves said. “Will that be all, sir?”
“What? Oh yes, thank you Jeeves.”
“Very good, sir.” Jeeves inclined his head and shimmered out of the room.
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