DW Fic: Relative Humanity (4/10)
Title: Relative Humanity (4/10)
Author: irishlullaby / RamblingRose
Rated: R
Warnings: Will contain adult content in later chapter
Summary: (Nine/Rose) The Doctor takes on a human form to hide from the Family of Blood… He thinks he’s a writer and Rose is his assistant. AU of Human Nature/Family of Blood
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three
Rose pursed her lips and removed her feet from the console. The TARDIS was dark and quiet now that the Doctor was locked away in the fob watch. She rolled the watch between her hands. It responded with soft whispers of the Doctor's voice saying her name and telling her to keep him safe.
Two days. It had been two days since it happened.
Jack was busily trying to get the Doctor settled in as seamlessly as possible. Upon waking up from his extended nap, he had started ranting for a type writer and Jack had been surprised to discover that the Doctor thought he was his agent. Jack, forever the one to roll with whatever punches were thrown his way, had taken to the role with ease.
Rose had been stuck in the TARDIS until Jack could figure out how to logically work her into the Doctor's new, albeit temporary, life. She had debated popping around to see her mum, but the first day in, Jack pointed out that the Doctor had blundered the landing by a few years. They were on London, on Earth. But they hadn't landed in 2007 as the Doctor had planned. Instead they had turned up in 2013.
A little research was in order before she could properly go visit her mum. And she'd like to know if her and Mickey had ever properly ended things, before popping around for a visit. After all, a lot could happen in six years time. her mum could have won the lottery and gone off to live in a big fancy house.
The only good thing about landing in 2013 was, apparently, the Doctor had quite the group of friends. And by friends, Rose meant scientists and government officials that were willing to play into the little fantasy world the Doctor had woke up into. One young and cute brunette with glasses that wore an entirely too long scarf had been a little too enthusiastic about helping, quizzing Rose on what it was like travelling with him.
"It must be so exciting. Oh! Does he still have the long scarf like this one," the girl asked, indicating her own scarf. "I knitted this one myself because I liked his that much. I've always wanted to meet the Doctor. That's when I would really like to meet him, in his scarf wearing years. But any Doctor will do. Do you think I could get him to autograph something once he comes 'round to being the Doctor again?" Her eyes widened. "I forgot. You're his companion. What's it like? Does he take you to fantastic places? I bet you've seen all sorts of beautiful alien planets. What's it like inside the TARDIS?"
Thankfully Jack had come to her rescue and lured the girl away, because it had started to over-whelm her. Jack hadn't said how he found the people but Rose was grateful, just a little bit, for them.
Rose sat up in the jump seat with a heavy sigh. For about the third time that day, she started the recording the Doctor had made before he had changed. It was the closest thing she had to a manual for how to cope with the Doctor being turned into a human. He had laid out the general rules: if the Family showed up, open the watch. No pears, no aspirin... She wound it forward.
"And Jack pointed out one thing," the Doctor said. "As a human, I will have human emotions and feelings. There's a slim chance I may end up falling in love. Whatever you do Rose, don't interfere unless the Family shows up. Just let me have a human life. If there's ever any sort of danger, the watch is to be used as the last option." He reached for something close to the monitor, but then he paused and seemed to be looking directly into her eyes. "But if it does happen, Rose... I want you to do one thing for me. Have a fantastic life."
Then the recording blipped away.
Rose dabbed at the corners of her eyes, trying to keep from crying. It was funny how, she could sit through the entire recording, smile and laugh, and shake her head at how silly he was, but that last bit always brought her to tears.
The door of the TARDIS creaked open, making Rose jump. Jack swaggered in, a cheek grin on his face. "Get your interview clothes on Rose," Jack said. "It would seem that Doctor John Smith is in need of an assistant."
#
John had always been of the opinion that his fingers, aside from him incredibly creative mind, were his most talented body parts. So far he had yet to be disproved. After all, he was a writer. He had attended MIT and headed several projects where steady and certain hands were the finest tool one could possess. Many people in his family were jealous of his ability to untangle the finest of chain jewellery from the nastiest of knots.
He was always being complimented on how nimble his fingers were when seeing to a task.
Rose was certainly paying him some good compliments at the moment.
He had her partially pinned to the bed, one hand under the sheets wrapped around her waist, in her knickers, and his tongue as far into her mouth as he could get it. Rose squeezed her thighs around his wrist as her back arched away from the bed. Her mouth tore away from his and she let out a beautiful, lusty cry.
John smirked and pulled his hand from underneath the blankets, letting it come to rest on her hip as he kissed along her jaw. Rose reached up and entwined her fingers behind his neck, pulling his face to hers so their foreheads were touching. She placed feather light kisses on his lips as she fought to catch her breath.
"We shouldn't be..." she breathed. "It's... Blimey it's hard."
John chuckled filthily. "Glad you finally noticed," he said cheekily.
Rose grinned and laughed quietly. "That's not what I meant," she replied. She nuzzled her nose against his. "I don’t know what the rules are for this sort of thing."
"Generally, you either say yes or no and we proceed accordingly," John murmured.
Hesitantly, Rose kissed him. He took that as her answer being 'yes' and deepened the kiss, letting his hand slide under her shirt. John pulled away just enough to get her shirt off then resumed kissing her.
"Hey Doc, up at at 'em... we've got a long day a--oh hello."
Both John and Rose gasped in surprise and looked towards the bedroom door where Jack was lounging against the door jamb, a smirk on his lips. "Am I interrupting? I can leave... or..." he waggled his eyebrows. "I can join in or watch. I'm not picky, either way I'd be happy."
"Jack," Rose scoffed, pulling away so she could put her shirt back on. "Shove off yeah?"
John could feel his face burning with embarrassment, now regretting the idea of giving his agent a key. But at least Rose hadn't retorted with a responding flirt to the handsome man. That, in and of itself was a miracle in John's opinion. Especially considering John thought Jack would attempt to pull a toaster if it was sentient.
Jack gave a mock frown. "Aww, come on," Jack said. "It could be fun."
Rose shoved her jeans under the blankets and pulled them on, still glaring at Jack. John watched her as she crawled out of the bed and breezed out of the bedroom. "I really don't like you right now," John groused at his agent.
Jack grinned widely. "No you don't. You love me. You know why you love me?"
"Seriously, Jack, I'm considering killing you in the climax of my series," John huffed.
"You love me because I am brilliant," Jack answered his own question, rubbing his hands together gleefully. "I did a little research on that meteor last night. Wasn't supposed to happen. Scientists are boggled by it. In fact they have the park closed right now investigating. You know why? Because they said there should have been something left. But there was nothing. That is... until they did a full walk through of the area."
"I'm really considering making it a painful death," John piped in.
Jack groaned in annoyance. "Are you even listening? This stuff is gold. You could use it in your book." He sighed heavily. "They found a cloaked alien ship."
"Maybe a Dalek could shoot you. I'll have to figure out a way to bring them back," John grumbled. He got up off of his bed and rubbed his palm over his shorn hair. "I appreciate your help, Jack, I really do. But right now I could use a shower and some more coffee. Do something useful while I'm doing that, like have a look at what I wrote last night and then tell me what you think."
Jack looked him over and smirked. "Might want to make that shower a cold one," he said with a wink.
John simply scowled at Jack and made his way to the bathroom for a much needed cold shower. By time he emerged from his room, freshly cleaned and clothed, Jack had Rose giggling over an energetic tale he was weaving. "And then Brakovich falls," Jack was saying, full of energy. "So I turn to him and say... I knew we should have turned left."
Rose gave Jack a playful shove. "Come off it. You're so full of it."
Jack made to take a drink from a mug. A very familiar mug. It was bad enough Jack seemed to be trying to schmooze in between him and Rose, damn it all if he was going to steal John's mug as well! John strode over purposely and yanked the mug from Jack. "That's mine thanks," he growled. "Was he tellin' you that rubbish military tale of his?"
"Heeey," Jack said. "It's not rubbish. It's funny."
John glowered at Jack a long moment as he took a drink of coffee. "It's nice that you have amusing military tales. You don't have to deal with making a bad decision and thousands of people getting killed," he grumbled. He made a face and looked down at his coffee then handed the mug over to Rose. "Rose, he ruined perfectly good coffee. Could you remake a cup for me?"
Rose tilted her head and studied him while she took the mug from his hand. Then she shook her head and chuckled. "You're so you it's ridiculous.
That wasn't the first time she had said that sort, John thought. He just wished he could figure out what the hell she meant by it. Jack however, looked at Rose, smiled, nodded, and replied, "He is isn't he?"
Not Jack too.
"One day, I'll find out what you two mean by that lot," John grumbled as Rose handed his mug bag, full of coffee with two sugars. He turned his attention to his agent. "So, Jack, what was so important you felt you needed to just barge into my flat unannounced?"
Jack beamed happily. "The meteor, I was telling you. Turned out it was cloaked. That's why we couldn’t find it last night. And I just happen to have a friend that can get us in to talk to the aliens that were inside it. Apparently they stole human forms and had come here tracking someone."
Rose gave Jack a horrified look. "Why would he want to do that, Jack?" she said with a warning tone.
"Oh I don't know... a guy that makes a living of writing about aliens, space ships, and outer space," Jack replied, sarcasm lacing his tone. "He wouldn’t possibly be interested in talking to real aliens, seeing a real space ship, or, I dunno, seeing the inside of a top secret government facility."
There were times in which John wanted to slug Jack in the face. Usually when Jack was flirting with Rose, mind, but there were also other times. But at that moment, John could kiss him! "Of course I'd love to do that," John replied with all the enthusiasm of a child being told they were about to go visit the zoo. He beamed a grin at Rose. "Rose Tyler, it's my turn to say this and I won't hear any whining. Go get a shower and get changed."
"You can't be serious," she groaned. "This... this idea is dangerous."
"He said no whining," Jack chimed.
Rose glared at Jack then slugged him in the arm. "I don't have anything to change into."
"I've got it covered," John said. "Now off you go."
Author: irishlullaby / RamblingRose
Rated: R
Warnings: Will contain adult content in later chapter
Summary: (Nine/Rose) The Doctor takes on a human form to hide from the Family of Blood… He thinks he’s a writer and Rose is his assistant. AU of Human Nature/Family of Blood
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three
Rose pursed her lips and removed her feet from the console. The TARDIS was dark and quiet now that the Doctor was locked away in the fob watch. She rolled the watch between her hands. It responded with soft whispers of the Doctor's voice saying her name and telling her to keep him safe.
Two days. It had been two days since it happened.
Jack was busily trying to get the Doctor settled in as seamlessly as possible. Upon waking up from his extended nap, he had started ranting for a type writer and Jack had been surprised to discover that the Doctor thought he was his agent. Jack, forever the one to roll with whatever punches were thrown his way, had taken to the role with ease.
Rose had been stuck in the TARDIS until Jack could figure out how to logically work her into the Doctor's new, albeit temporary, life. She had debated popping around to see her mum, but the first day in, Jack pointed out that the Doctor had blundered the landing by a few years. They were on London, on Earth. But they hadn't landed in 2007 as the Doctor had planned. Instead they had turned up in 2013.
A little research was in order before she could properly go visit her mum. And she'd like to know if her and Mickey had ever properly ended things, before popping around for a visit. After all, a lot could happen in six years time. her mum could have won the lottery and gone off to live in a big fancy house.
The only good thing about landing in 2013 was, apparently, the Doctor had quite the group of friends. And by friends, Rose meant scientists and government officials that were willing to play into the little fantasy world the Doctor had woke up into. One young and cute brunette with glasses that wore an entirely too long scarf had been a little too enthusiastic about helping, quizzing Rose on what it was like travelling with him.
"It must be so exciting. Oh! Does he still have the long scarf like this one," the girl asked, indicating her own scarf. "I knitted this one myself because I liked his that much. I've always wanted to meet the Doctor. That's when I would really like to meet him, in his scarf wearing years. But any Doctor will do. Do you think I could get him to autograph something once he comes 'round to being the Doctor again?" Her eyes widened. "I forgot. You're his companion. What's it like? Does he take you to fantastic places? I bet you've seen all sorts of beautiful alien planets. What's it like inside the TARDIS?"
Thankfully Jack had come to her rescue and lured the girl away, because it had started to over-whelm her. Jack hadn't said how he found the people but Rose was grateful, just a little bit, for them.
Rose sat up in the jump seat with a heavy sigh. For about the third time that day, she started the recording the Doctor had made before he had changed. It was the closest thing she had to a manual for how to cope with the Doctor being turned into a human. He had laid out the general rules: if the Family showed up, open the watch. No pears, no aspirin... She wound it forward.
"And Jack pointed out one thing," the Doctor said. "As a human, I will have human emotions and feelings. There's a slim chance I may end up falling in love. Whatever you do Rose, don't interfere unless the Family shows up. Just let me have a human life. If there's ever any sort of danger, the watch is to be used as the last option." He reached for something close to the monitor, but then he paused and seemed to be looking directly into her eyes. "But if it does happen, Rose... I want you to do one thing for me. Have a fantastic life."
Then the recording blipped away.
Rose dabbed at the corners of her eyes, trying to keep from crying. It was funny how, she could sit through the entire recording, smile and laugh, and shake her head at how silly he was, but that last bit always brought her to tears.
The door of the TARDIS creaked open, making Rose jump. Jack swaggered in, a cheek grin on his face. "Get your interview clothes on Rose," Jack said. "It would seem that Doctor John Smith is in need of an assistant."
#
John had always been of the opinion that his fingers, aside from him incredibly creative mind, were his most talented body parts. So far he had yet to be disproved. After all, he was a writer. He had attended MIT and headed several projects where steady and certain hands were the finest tool one could possess. Many people in his family were jealous of his ability to untangle the finest of chain jewellery from the nastiest of knots.
He was always being complimented on how nimble his fingers were when seeing to a task.
Rose was certainly paying him some good compliments at the moment.
He had her partially pinned to the bed, one hand under the sheets wrapped around her waist, in her knickers, and his tongue as far into her mouth as he could get it. Rose squeezed her thighs around his wrist as her back arched away from the bed. Her mouth tore away from his and she let out a beautiful, lusty cry.
John smirked and pulled his hand from underneath the blankets, letting it come to rest on her hip as he kissed along her jaw. Rose reached up and entwined her fingers behind his neck, pulling his face to hers so their foreheads were touching. She placed feather light kisses on his lips as she fought to catch her breath.
"We shouldn't be..." she breathed. "It's... Blimey it's hard."
John chuckled filthily. "Glad you finally noticed," he said cheekily.
Rose grinned and laughed quietly. "That's not what I meant," she replied. She nuzzled her nose against his. "I don’t know what the rules are for this sort of thing."
"Generally, you either say yes or no and we proceed accordingly," John murmured.
Hesitantly, Rose kissed him. He took that as her answer being 'yes' and deepened the kiss, letting his hand slide under her shirt. John pulled away just enough to get her shirt off then resumed kissing her.
"Hey Doc, up at at 'em... we've got a long day a--oh hello."
Both John and Rose gasped in surprise and looked towards the bedroom door where Jack was lounging against the door jamb, a smirk on his lips. "Am I interrupting? I can leave... or..." he waggled his eyebrows. "I can join in or watch. I'm not picky, either way I'd be happy."
"Jack," Rose scoffed, pulling away so she could put her shirt back on. "Shove off yeah?"
John could feel his face burning with embarrassment, now regretting the idea of giving his agent a key. But at least Rose hadn't retorted with a responding flirt to the handsome man. That, in and of itself was a miracle in John's opinion. Especially considering John thought Jack would attempt to pull a toaster if it was sentient.
Jack gave a mock frown. "Aww, come on," Jack said. "It could be fun."
Rose shoved her jeans under the blankets and pulled them on, still glaring at Jack. John watched her as she crawled out of the bed and breezed out of the bedroom. "I really don't like you right now," John groused at his agent.
Jack grinned widely. "No you don't. You love me. You know why you love me?"
"Seriously, Jack, I'm considering killing you in the climax of my series," John huffed.
"You love me because I am brilliant," Jack answered his own question, rubbing his hands together gleefully. "I did a little research on that meteor last night. Wasn't supposed to happen. Scientists are boggled by it. In fact they have the park closed right now investigating. You know why? Because they said there should have been something left. But there was nothing. That is... until they did a full walk through of the area."
"I'm really considering making it a painful death," John piped in.
Jack groaned in annoyance. "Are you even listening? This stuff is gold. You could use it in your book." He sighed heavily. "They found a cloaked alien ship."
"Maybe a Dalek could shoot you. I'll have to figure out a way to bring them back," John grumbled. He got up off of his bed and rubbed his palm over his shorn hair. "I appreciate your help, Jack, I really do. But right now I could use a shower and some more coffee. Do something useful while I'm doing that, like have a look at what I wrote last night and then tell me what you think."
Jack looked him over and smirked. "Might want to make that shower a cold one," he said with a wink.
John simply scowled at Jack and made his way to the bathroom for a much needed cold shower. By time he emerged from his room, freshly cleaned and clothed, Jack had Rose giggling over an energetic tale he was weaving. "And then Brakovich falls," Jack was saying, full of energy. "So I turn to him and say... I knew we should have turned left."
Rose gave Jack a playful shove. "Come off it. You're so full of it."
Jack made to take a drink from a mug. A very familiar mug. It was bad enough Jack seemed to be trying to schmooze in between him and Rose, damn it all if he was going to steal John's mug as well! John strode over purposely and yanked the mug from Jack. "That's mine thanks," he growled. "Was he tellin' you that rubbish military tale of his?"
"Heeey," Jack said. "It's not rubbish. It's funny."
John glowered at Jack a long moment as he took a drink of coffee. "It's nice that you have amusing military tales. You don't have to deal with making a bad decision and thousands of people getting killed," he grumbled. He made a face and looked down at his coffee then handed the mug over to Rose. "Rose, he ruined perfectly good coffee. Could you remake a cup for me?"
Rose tilted her head and studied him while she took the mug from his hand. Then she shook her head and chuckled. "You're so you it's ridiculous.
That wasn't the first time she had said that sort, John thought. He just wished he could figure out what the hell she meant by it. Jack however, looked at Rose, smiled, nodded, and replied, "He is isn't he?"
Not Jack too.
"One day, I'll find out what you two mean by that lot," John grumbled as Rose handed his mug bag, full of coffee with two sugars. He turned his attention to his agent. "So, Jack, what was so important you felt you needed to just barge into my flat unannounced?"
Jack beamed happily. "The meteor, I was telling you. Turned out it was cloaked. That's why we couldn’t find it last night. And I just happen to have a friend that can get us in to talk to the aliens that were inside it. Apparently they stole human forms and had come here tracking someone."
Rose gave Jack a horrified look. "Why would he want to do that, Jack?" she said with a warning tone.
"Oh I don't know... a guy that makes a living of writing about aliens, space ships, and outer space," Jack replied, sarcasm lacing his tone. "He wouldn’t possibly be interested in talking to real aliens, seeing a real space ship, or, I dunno, seeing the inside of a top secret government facility."
There were times in which John wanted to slug Jack in the face. Usually when Jack was flirting with Rose, mind, but there were also other times. But at that moment, John could kiss him! "Of course I'd love to do that," John replied with all the enthusiasm of a child being told they were about to go visit the zoo. He beamed a grin at Rose. "Rose Tyler, it's my turn to say this and I won't hear any whining. Go get a shower and get changed."
"You can't be serious," she groaned. "This... this idea is dangerous."
"He said no whining," Jack chimed.
Rose glared at Jack then slugged him in the arm. "I don't have anything to change into."
"I've got it covered," John said. "Now off you go."