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Title: Ageing Gracefully
Author: dave7
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing: Nine, Jack, Rose
Spoilers: None
Author's Notes: A tripple-drabble (300 words exactly) for wiggiemomsi, who outbid the dynamic duo. Hope you enjoy it, dear. :) With thanks to wendymr for BRing.
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Ageing Gracefully
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Rose leans against the console, her face flushed with laughter. “What, Doctor, were you born yesterday?”
She’s grinning at him, pink tongue caught between her teeth, and he really, really can’t help himself.
“Actually,” he says, pulling back his sleeve and making a show of looking at his watch, “not yesterday, no. I’d have been born sometime next week.”
Her grin widens. “It’s your birthday next week?”
Jack’s head pops out from the open grating. “Birthday?” He grins - his most charming one, the Doctor realises - and winks at them. “Can we have a party? I know this bar on the Fifty-seventh-”
“Don’t be silly, Jack,” Rose interrupts. “The Doctor’s way too old for a bar.”
“You’re never too old for a bar,” Jack corrects, his grin widening. “Although... what do you get a guy who’s nearly a thousand?”
“A cane?”
“Now that sounds-”
“What I meant -” The Doctor cuts in. “- was that a week from Thursday, relative time, I’ll be born.”
“Wait, like...”
“Yup.”
Rose’s brow knits. “But you’re - I mean, look at you.” She frowns. “When are we?”
“In your timeline? Twenty-third century.”
“Hang on.” Jack’s already wide grin widens further as he points at the Doctor. “Twenty-third.” He motions towards himself. “Fifty-first.” -and then turns towards Rose. “Twentieth. That officially makes you the oldest person here.”
“I’m not even close,” she says, “no matter how many face masks you use, Jack.”
“It’s a matter of temporal dynamics,” the Doctor says, holding back his grin.
“What does that mean?” Rose asks, folding her arms across her chest.
“One thing the beauty of time travel can’t help,” Jack says. “You can go as far back as you’d like, but your grandmother will always be older than you.”
Rose frowns.
“Come on, Grandma,” the Doctor says, “I’ll buy you a drink.”
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Remember, bidding closes today - 11:59pm CST time - and drabbles are still on offer!
Author: dave7
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing: Nine, Jack, Rose
Spoilers: None
Author's Notes: A tripple-drabble (300 words exactly) for wiggiemomsi, who outbid the dynamic duo. Hope you enjoy it, dear. :) With thanks to wendymr for BRing.
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Ageing Gracefully
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Rose leans against the console, her face flushed with laughter. “What, Doctor, were you born yesterday?”
She’s grinning at him, pink tongue caught between her teeth, and he really, really can’t help himself.
“Actually,” he says, pulling back his sleeve and making a show of looking at his watch, “not yesterday, no. I’d have been born sometime next week.”
Her grin widens. “It’s your birthday next week?”
Jack’s head pops out from the open grating. “Birthday?” He grins - his most charming one, the Doctor realises - and winks at them. “Can we have a party? I know this bar on the Fifty-seventh-”
“Don’t be silly, Jack,” Rose interrupts. “The Doctor’s way too old for a bar.”
“You’re never too old for a bar,” Jack corrects, his grin widening. “Although... what do you get a guy who’s nearly a thousand?”
“A cane?”
“Now that sounds-”
“What I meant -” The Doctor cuts in. “- was that a week from Thursday, relative time, I’ll be born.”
“Wait, like...”
“Yup.”
Rose’s brow knits. “But you’re - I mean, look at you.” She frowns. “When are we?”
“In your timeline? Twenty-third century.”
“Hang on.” Jack’s already wide grin widens further as he points at the Doctor. “Twenty-third.” He motions towards himself. “Fifty-first.” -and then turns towards Rose. “Twentieth. That officially makes you the oldest person here.”
“I’m not even close,” she says, “no matter how many face masks you use, Jack.”
“It’s a matter of temporal dynamics,” the Doctor says, holding back his grin.
“What does that mean?” Rose asks, folding her arms across her chest.
“One thing the beauty of time travel can’t help,” Jack says. “You can go as far back as you’d like, but your grandmother will always be older than you.”
Rose frowns.
“Come on, Grandma,” the Doctor says, “I’ll buy you a drink.”
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Remember, bidding closes today - 11:59pm CST time - and drabbles are still on offer!