Dated late April, 2011:
After putting it off for too long, Chase admits that he has to confront the situation and stops avoiding Rose Tyler.

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"Hold on..." Rose Tyler was currently sitting on the couch in the Rec Room, a giant book in her lap. She was cross-legged, her hair in braids, the sort of shorts and tank top that she'd have worn when she was eighteen, not twenty-four, but considering how hot it was outside she supposed that she'd earned a pass ( Read more... )

In the early afternoon, John Skillpa stumbled into the hall of the Compound's fourth level, his arms leaden with clothes. A bundle of dresses, stockings and undergarments, grabbed hastily and held in a tangle against his chest. Dangling from one hand was a pink vanity case, and tucked under his arm was a softly curling brown wig ( Read more... )

The good news for the patrons of the Winchester was that Archie had gotten better with his cooking. The bad news was that for a space of time, he had had to sacrifice his eaters to the pursuit of learning. Nothing had ever been inedible, and certainly nothing had ever caused one harm, but a regular patron with middling intelligence would have ( Read more... )

Dated February 7, 2011:
When she's been on the island for only a couple of hours, Rose finds herself at the doorway of the TARDIS to see an old friend.

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Dated February 16, 2011:
Jack and Rose follow the island norm - trying to figure what to do next.

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Some days are better than others. He's been spending a lot of time alone, no humvee to lie under, but he's been at the hut that he shared with Nate whent hey were together, methodically cleaning things out and stowing things away. He's putting their life together away because, as far as he can see, there's no other way to go on. He's got Terry ( Read more... )

"Yes. Yes, I know that it's- hold on." Rose clamped her cell phone between her cheek and shoulder as she turned into the driveway of the house was currently renting. Not home, not yet, but it'd get there so long as she'd not have to move again. "I know that we've not got diplomatic relations with the Atraxi, but they've still got to respect the ( Read more... )

There were only so many things to do in a day, and Jack had done most of them. Most. Sure, he'd missed out on some expert flirting, and the bookshelf had decided he needed books about what to do when the honeymoon was over and coping with memory loss. Those, and one can of film.

He'd seen it. It really wasn't his shining moment, but it was...well ( Read more... )

Rose had been surprised enough when the trunk had just appeared at the foot of her bed. It had happened several days ago, her foot slamming into it when she woke up and swung her legs over the side as she'd done every day since moving into her new hut. The sudden jolt of pain had surprised her, and she had rubbed her eyes a few times to make sure ( Read more... )

Jack had spent last night in the rec room, watching, oh, three hours of his better footage. Not Torchwood, but it was Cardiff. He'd been here long enough and seen enough film reels of all sorts of people that he could watch them a little detached, a little less emotionally invested. A little more appreciative of his own ass. He had a great ass ( Read more... )