HP/DW: Clarke's Third Law (11.2/20)
Summary: Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. So what happens when witch meets scientist, and each tries to teach the other about their brand of magic? Things become a tad confusing. And more than a bit fantastic. Doctor/Rose
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Harry Potter. I'm not nearly that brilliant.
Note: Not a rewrite of any particular episode, but set between "The Doctor Dances" and "Boomtown." It basically explores how the Doctor, Rose, and Jack grew closer through the end of the series. Oh, and there's Quidditch!
(Chapter 10 part 1 here)
Chapter 10: Understanding-An Interlude (Part 1.2)
She let go of the Doctor’s hand to loop her arm around both of their shoulders. It was a bit of a stretch for her, but she managed. Together, the three of them made their way through the crowds and into the large stadium.
As they went, Jack shot out question after question and, for once, Rose was the one doing all of the answering. Not the Doctor. It felt good to teach Jack about something which he knew nothing about, especially considering that, most of the time, she was the one who was being taught things.
Jack got distracted for a moment with the pretty young witch handing out fliers.
“What is it with witches and pretty boys?” the Doctor said, shaking his head in disappointment. Rose nudged him.
“You better be careful, Doctor. You keep talking like that and next thing you know, you’ll be a pretty boy in your next life.”
“What?” the Doctor asked urgently. Rose jumped backwards, surprised.
“I just meant, you know, like karma and stuff. It’s just a saying.” Rose’s eyes widened. “I didn’t offend you or nothing, right? ‘Cause if I did, I didn’t know, honest, I swear I-”
“Rose you didn’t offend me,” the Doctor shifted his weight from foot to foot. "Something you said just made it sound like you knew about-"
"About what, Doctor?" Rose asked with a frown. The Doctor shook his head and took a deep breath through his nose. Rose could tell he was hiding something.
“Ah, nothin'! Just didn’t know you believed in reincarnation, that’s all.”
“I never know what to believe in these days, Doctor. Ever since I started traveling with you, everything’s gone all topsy-turvy.”
Jack finally finished his conversation and joined his friends. Together, they continued to the stadium. While the
Doctor used his psychic paper to get into the stadium, Rose stepped off to the side and bough them each a pair of Omnioculars. She handed a pair to the Doctor, who took them with a thanks, and to Jack, who instantly began fiddling with the buttons with a boyish enthusiasm.
Rose carefully guided him to their (absolutely wonderful) seats, taking great care to make sure he didn’t bump into anything (or anyone, although Rose doubted that he would have minded that). Jack hadn’t sat down just yet, though. He stood up to get a better view of the Quidditch pitch. He took in everything: from the grass, to the hoops, to the bright advertisements that floated in the air above them.
Madame Pippi’s Beauty Emporium: You Don’t Need A Glamour Charm to Look Gorgeous!
The Bad Wolf: International Standard Racing Broom, the Official Broom of the 2025 Quidditch World Cup
Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes: The Only Place to Get Patented Daydream Charms! (Not for sale for wizards under 16)
“Patented Daydream Charms, huh?” Jack grinned. Rose groaned.
“Is sex the only thing you think about?” She demanded.
Jack blinked. “As opposed to what?”
Rose laughed this time. “You’re unbelievable!”
“That’s what they tell me!” Jack chirped.
“Settle down, you two!” The Doctor admonished. He made a gesture towards the field. “Game’s about to begin!”
The cheering and clapping in the stadium reached deafening levels, not that anybody seemed to mind. Jack joined in with the best of them and, after a few standard announcements, the teams were introduced and the game began.
Although Rose enjoyed Quidditch as much as the next person, she couldn’t help but keep glancing to Jack. He was just excited. She couldn’t help it. Occasionally, he would lean down to ask her a question about the game or the Omnioculars, but he not once commented on the fact that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him.
Rose thanked her lucky stars for that, knowing full well what Jack would make of it.
“Do you get it?” The Doctor leaned down to whisper to her. She jumped and looked over at him, confused. He gestured to Jack. “Do you understand why I never stay still? Why I love having you with me?”
Rose looked at Jack and realized that how she felt right now must be similar to how the Doctor felt whenever he brought her somewhere new. She had never understood why he traveled with her, no doubt there were hundreds of people more qualified for it, but she understood now. It wasn’t intelligence or experience that made him bring her. It was because of her lack of experience (among other things, she hoped). The thrill of teaching somebody something they had never known or showing them something they had never dreamed of.
“Yea,” she breathed, beaming up at him. “I get it.”
The Doctor smiled at her and for a moment it was just the two of them, Rose and the Doctor, as it should be.
The moment was broken by loud laughter from the audience. Rose frowned and brought her Omnioculars up to her eyes, hoping to get a better view. Apparently, the referee, who had been hit earlier in the head with a bludger, had been hurt just a bit worse than the officials had anticipated. He was currently twirling around the field, his jacket tied around his waist like some sort of skirt.
Rose’s jaw dropped. “Does he think he’s a ballerina?”
“Looks like!” The Doctor laughed. The officials tried to wrestle him off the field, but he didn’t want to go.
“He’s stronger than he looks,” noted Jack.
Rose winced, “And he’s got one helluva right-hook!”
The game settled down after that, with Brazil ultimately smashing the rest of the competition, their Seeker catching the Snitch with almost no trouble.
“That was great!” Jack exclaimed as they exited the stadium and began to make their way towards the TARDIS. Rose couldn’t help but agree.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been to a good Quidditch Game.” She squeezed the Doctor’s hand. “Thank you for bringing us here, Doctor.”
“Just don’t expect me to make a habit of it,” the Doctor said amusedly. “You two go enjoy the parties. I’ll be in the TARDIS.”
“You sure you don’t want to come?” Rose pouted.
The Doctor glanced into the distance, where the beginnings of a rather wild party were forming. “I’m sure.”
Rose and Jack shrugged. Jack said, “Alright, Doc. We’ll see you in a couple of hours, then.”
The Doctor nodded and Rose, feeling particularly devious, sidled up to him. “Thanks again, Doctor.”
She leaned up and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. He stuttered and the tips of his ears turned pink. She laughed at him and bounced away, calling for Jack over her shoulder.
Jack smirked. “Yea, thanks, Doctor.”
Before the Doctor could warn him, Jack also planted a kiss on the Doctor’s cheek, before turning around and running after Rose.
The Doctor, flustered, yelled the first thing he could think of. “Stay out of trouble!”
Oh, who was he kidding?
If all the trouble in the universe was hiding under a rock, Rose would somehow find a way to trip over it.
“‘Stay out of trouble,’” grumbled Rose. She made a disgruntled noise and looked up at Jack. “Honestly! Who does he think we are?”
“I think he knows exactly who we are!” he laughed. Rose scowled. Jack was supposed to be on her side! Jack threw his arm around her shoulder, hugging her close. “Ah, let it go. We’re here to party! To dance and laugh and
be merry!”
Jack then added, “And to drink. Drinking will definitely be involved.”
“Not too much, yea,” cautioned Rose with a small smile. “Last thing we need is you waking up somewhere with no clue of how you got there.”
She saw Jack wince out of the corner of her eye and she gasped. “Oh, Jack! I didn’t mean it like that! I’m sorry, I didn’t even think-”
“I know you didn’t, doll. Don’t worry about it.” He assured her.
“You shouldn’t worry too much about it either,” Rose said gently after a minute. Jack looked as though he didn’t understand what she was saying. “I mean, I get that they’re your memories and it’s wrong that somebody took them and you think you deserve to get them back-and you do! But I know that you’re worried about what you did during those two years ‘cause for all you know you’re some sort of mass murderer, but I just don’t think you should worry about that ‘cause I know you, Jack, and you’re not a bad person and I refuse to believe that whatever you did that you don’t remember was bad.”
Rose said everything in one breath. Once she paused to get some air, Jack squeezed her shoulder, feeling warmed by her words, even if he couldn’t believe them himself.
“Thanks,” he said. Rose smiled at him, panting slightly.
“You’re welcome. Now, whad’ya say we join the party?”
“You took the words right out of my mouth!”
The two eventually found themselves in a large tent filled to the brim with celebrating men and women. There were flashing lights and smoke and the smell of sweat and Rose felt as though she had just entered a club.
“I love when stuff is bigger on the inside!” Jack yelled over the music. Rose shook her head in amusement and turned to the crowd.
“I’m going to get a drink,” Rose announced. “Would you like something?”
“Aren’t you underage?” Jack frowned. Rose doubted he cared about underage drinking. Rather, he was probably wondering if she was going to manage to get a drink without ID. Rose rolled her eyes.
“Thinking like a muggle again, Jack.” Rose chided. “I’m of age in the wizarding world.”
Not giving him a chance to respond, she left him, calling over her shoulder, “And just for that, you’re on your own!”
After finding and downing a shot of Firewhiskey, Rose, pleasant warmth buzzing through her veins, made conversation with some witches her own age. Every now and then she would look up to check on Jack, who seemed to be having a very good time making some new friends of his own.
Rose laughed at something Melinda (a sweet, albeit sarcastic, red-head from the area) said. Rose opened her mouth to retort, but was cut off by somebody behind her.
“Rose?” she felt a tap at her shoulder. It couldn’t be...
Rose turned around so fast that she stumbled, almost sending her falling backwards into one of the girls, who was kind enough to help her regain her balance. When she had found found her footing, Rose also found herself staring into a face she thought she would never see again.
“Jimmy?”
( Chapter 11 here)
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Harry Potter. I'm not nearly that brilliant.
Note: Not a rewrite of any particular episode, but set between "The Doctor Dances" and "Boomtown." It basically explores how the Doctor, Rose, and Jack grew closer through the end of the series. Oh, and there's Quidditch!
(Chapter 10 part 1 here)
Chapter 10: Understanding-An Interlude (Part 1.2)
She let go of the Doctor’s hand to loop her arm around both of their shoulders. It was a bit of a stretch for her, but she managed. Together, the three of them made their way through the crowds and into the large stadium.
As they went, Jack shot out question after question and, for once, Rose was the one doing all of the answering. Not the Doctor. It felt good to teach Jack about something which he knew nothing about, especially considering that, most of the time, she was the one who was being taught things.
Jack got distracted for a moment with the pretty young witch handing out fliers.
“What is it with witches and pretty boys?” the Doctor said, shaking his head in disappointment. Rose nudged him.
“You better be careful, Doctor. You keep talking like that and next thing you know, you’ll be a pretty boy in your next life.”
“What?” the Doctor asked urgently. Rose jumped backwards, surprised.
“I just meant, you know, like karma and stuff. It’s just a saying.” Rose’s eyes widened. “I didn’t offend you or nothing, right? ‘Cause if I did, I didn’t know, honest, I swear I-”
“Rose you didn’t offend me,” the Doctor shifted his weight from foot to foot. "Something you said just made it sound like you knew about-"
"About what, Doctor?" Rose asked with a frown. The Doctor shook his head and took a deep breath through his nose. Rose could tell he was hiding something.
“Ah, nothin'! Just didn’t know you believed in reincarnation, that’s all.”
“I never know what to believe in these days, Doctor. Ever since I started traveling with you, everything’s gone all topsy-turvy.”
Jack finally finished his conversation and joined his friends. Together, they continued to the stadium. While the
Doctor used his psychic paper to get into the stadium, Rose stepped off to the side and bough them each a pair of Omnioculars. She handed a pair to the Doctor, who took them with a thanks, and to Jack, who instantly began fiddling with the buttons with a boyish enthusiasm.
Rose carefully guided him to their (absolutely wonderful) seats, taking great care to make sure he didn’t bump into anything (or anyone, although Rose doubted that he would have minded that). Jack hadn’t sat down just yet, though. He stood up to get a better view of the Quidditch pitch. He took in everything: from the grass, to the hoops, to the bright advertisements that floated in the air above them.
Madame Pippi’s Beauty Emporium: You Don’t Need A Glamour Charm to Look Gorgeous!
The Bad Wolf: International Standard Racing Broom, the Official Broom of the 2025 Quidditch World Cup
Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes: The Only Place to Get Patented Daydream Charms! (Not for sale for wizards under 16)
“Patented Daydream Charms, huh?” Jack grinned. Rose groaned.
“Is sex the only thing you think about?” She demanded.
Jack blinked. “As opposed to what?”
Rose laughed this time. “You’re unbelievable!”
“That’s what they tell me!” Jack chirped.
“Settle down, you two!” The Doctor admonished. He made a gesture towards the field. “Game’s about to begin!”
The cheering and clapping in the stadium reached deafening levels, not that anybody seemed to mind. Jack joined in with the best of them and, after a few standard announcements, the teams were introduced and the game began.
Although Rose enjoyed Quidditch as much as the next person, she couldn’t help but keep glancing to Jack. He was just excited. She couldn’t help it. Occasionally, he would lean down to ask her a question about the game or the Omnioculars, but he not once commented on the fact that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him.
Rose thanked her lucky stars for that, knowing full well what Jack would make of it.
“Do you get it?” The Doctor leaned down to whisper to her. She jumped and looked over at him, confused. He gestured to Jack. “Do you understand why I never stay still? Why I love having you with me?”
Rose looked at Jack and realized that how she felt right now must be similar to how the Doctor felt whenever he brought her somewhere new. She had never understood why he traveled with her, no doubt there were hundreds of people more qualified for it, but she understood now. It wasn’t intelligence or experience that made him bring her. It was because of her lack of experience (among other things, she hoped). The thrill of teaching somebody something they had never known or showing them something they had never dreamed of.
“Yea,” she breathed, beaming up at him. “I get it.”
The Doctor smiled at her and for a moment it was just the two of them, Rose and the Doctor, as it should be.
The moment was broken by loud laughter from the audience. Rose frowned and brought her Omnioculars up to her eyes, hoping to get a better view. Apparently, the referee, who had been hit earlier in the head with a bludger, had been hurt just a bit worse than the officials had anticipated. He was currently twirling around the field, his jacket tied around his waist like some sort of skirt.
Rose’s jaw dropped. “Does he think he’s a ballerina?”
“Looks like!” The Doctor laughed. The officials tried to wrestle him off the field, but he didn’t want to go.
“He’s stronger than he looks,” noted Jack.
Rose winced, “And he’s got one helluva right-hook!”
The game settled down after that, with Brazil ultimately smashing the rest of the competition, their Seeker catching the Snitch with almost no trouble.
“That was great!” Jack exclaimed as they exited the stadium and began to make their way towards the TARDIS. Rose couldn’t help but agree.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been to a good Quidditch Game.” She squeezed the Doctor’s hand. “Thank you for bringing us here, Doctor.”
“Just don’t expect me to make a habit of it,” the Doctor said amusedly. “You two go enjoy the parties. I’ll be in the TARDIS.”
“You sure you don’t want to come?” Rose pouted.
The Doctor glanced into the distance, where the beginnings of a rather wild party were forming. “I’m sure.”
Rose and Jack shrugged. Jack said, “Alright, Doc. We’ll see you in a couple of hours, then.”
The Doctor nodded and Rose, feeling particularly devious, sidled up to him. “Thanks again, Doctor.”
She leaned up and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. He stuttered and the tips of his ears turned pink. She laughed at him and bounced away, calling for Jack over her shoulder.
Jack smirked. “Yea, thanks, Doctor.”
Before the Doctor could warn him, Jack also planted a kiss on the Doctor’s cheek, before turning around and running after Rose.
The Doctor, flustered, yelled the first thing he could think of. “Stay out of trouble!”
Oh, who was he kidding?
If all the trouble in the universe was hiding under a rock, Rose would somehow find a way to trip over it.
“‘Stay out of trouble,’” grumbled Rose. She made a disgruntled noise and looked up at Jack. “Honestly! Who does he think we are?”
“I think he knows exactly who we are!” he laughed. Rose scowled. Jack was supposed to be on her side! Jack threw his arm around her shoulder, hugging her close. “Ah, let it go. We’re here to party! To dance and laugh and
be merry!”
Jack then added, “And to drink. Drinking will definitely be involved.”
“Not too much, yea,” cautioned Rose with a small smile. “Last thing we need is you waking up somewhere with no clue of how you got there.”
She saw Jack wince out of the corner of her eye and she gasped. “Oh, Jack! I didn’t mean it like that! I’m sorry, I didn’t even think-”
“I know you didn’t, doll. Don’t worry about it.” He assured her.
“You shouldn’t worry too much about it either,” Rose said gently after a minute. Jack looked as though he didn’t understand what she was saying. “I mean, I get that they’re your memories and it’s wrong that somebody took them and you think you deserve to get them back-and you do! But I know that you’re worried about what you did during those two years ‘cause for all you know you’re some sort of mass murderer, but I just don’t think you should worry about that ‘cause I know you, Jack, and you’re not a bad person and I refuse to believe that whatever you did that you don’t remember was bad.”
Rose said everything in one breath. Once she paused to get some air, Jack squeezed her shoulder, feeling warmed by her words, even if he couldn’t believe them himself.
“Thanks,” he said. Rose smiled at him, panting slightly.
“You’re welcome. Now, whad’ya say we join the party?”
“You took the words right out of my mouth!”
The two eventually found themselves in a large tent filled to the brim with celebrating men and women. There were flashing lights and smoke and the smell of sweat and Rose felt as though she had just entered a club.
“I love when stuff is bigger on the inside!” Jack yelled over the music. Rose shook her head in amusement and turned to the crowd.
“I’m going to get a drink,” Rose announced. “Would you like something?”
“Aren’t you underage?” Jack frowned. Rose doubted he cared about underage drinking. Rather, he was probably wondering if she was going to manage to get a drink without ID. Rose rolled her eyes.
“Thinking like a muggle again, Jack.” Rose chided. “I’m of age in the wizarding world.”
Not giving him a chance to respond, she left him, calling over her shoulder, “And just for that, you’re on your own!”
After finding and downing a shot of Firewhiskey, Rose, pleasant warmth buzzing through her veins, made conversation with some witches her own age. Every now and then she would look up to check on Jack, who seemed to be having a very good time making some new friends of his own.
Rose laughed at something Melinda (a sweet, albeit sarcastic, red-head from the area) said. Rose opened her mouth to retort, but was cut off by somebody behind her.
“Rose?” she felt a tap at her shoulder. It couldn’t be...
Rose turned around so fast that she stumbled, almost sending her falling backwards into one of the girls, who was kind enough to help her regain her balance. When she had found found her footing, Rose also found herself staring into a face she thought she would never see again.
“Jimmy?”
( Chapter 11 here)