Partners in Time
I love you guys so much I decided to give you a bonus chapter! I hope you like it. It's a little Harry Potter, actually. (For those of you who have read it, you'll understand what I mean. For those of you who haven't read it yet—what's wrong with you? ((just kidding.)
Anyway. Enjoy.
Epilogue
A small section of London was busy, crowding with people shopping and talking, cars whizzing by.
All of the noise from the city drowned out the noise of old, ancient sounding engines as a machine, ancient and yet completely futuristic, appeared in an old alley.
A blue police box appeared out of nowhere, the light above it flashing as the transparent object solidified.
The engine stopped, after a few moments.
Voices were heard inside, muffled, though one was arguing with the other, though not a heated or angry argument.
The door opened, squeaking as a man stepped from it. His hair was big, though his sideburns were now a small stalk of grey on both sides.
He wore a suit, tie, and a pinstriped tan coat, converse trainers on his feet.
He stepped out, revealing a much larger interior. He carried a small bag, the bag's designs intricately designed and detailed. As he walked outside, down the alley a few paces, he turned back to the blue police box, shouting to the open door.
"Come on!" he called. "You look fine! Just…the shoes don't matter…" he shouted.
A woman stepped out, her once blond hair now its natural light brown, wearing a long white skirt and a red top, her heels clicking as she stepped into the street.
The man looked down at her feet incredulously, taking the lacy high heels on her feet, a strap coming just above her ankle, the toe open, revealing her nicely manicured toenails. The heels was about three inches high.
"Are you kidding?" the man said, looking at the shoe. "The heel's gotta be about a foot tall! Rose, you're gonna kill yourself to be running in those!"
"You agreed there wouldn't be any running today," Rose said, admiring her shoe and wiggling her toes. "Besides, I like them."
"I only agreed that there wouldn't be any running if I can help it," replied the man, taking her hand and keeping up the mock-fight. "I mean, who knows when a Slitheen might crash through London!"
"Twenty-two years ago," Rose retorted, cheekily grinning.
"And you know, we shouldn't even be doing it this way," the man protested. "I mean, we should be out there celebrating birthdays and Christmases and—"
"Doctor," Rose interjected as they turned a corner. "I think you seem to be forgetting your role as the over-protective father."
"Oh, right," he mumbled. "Hey, wait a minute! I'm not that bad, am I?"
"Well, let's see, first there was science fair—"
"It's not my fault that Time Lords pass on their knowledge of the universe to their children—"
"Then there was Torchwood—"
"—With Jack—"
"Who is a dear friend of ours, remember," Rose ticked off the list on her fingers, as they neared the residential areas. "And then there was that spring break with my brother—"
"I didn't know that he was going to bring them to the beach! I'm telling you, all those little parties I had no idea!"
"Well," Rose started, whispering as they approached the doorway of a large house. She rang the doorbell. "Just play nice with mum and leave him alone."
"But—"
"Doctor." She glanced at him, telling him to obey her…or else. "I mean it."
She gave him a quick kiss as the door opened. A woman with long blond hair of about sixty greeted them, hugging Rose.
"Hi, Mum," Rose greeted.
"Hello, sweetheart," Jackie welcomed, planting a kiss on Rose's cheek.
"Hello, Jackie," the Doctor greeted, grumbling.
"Oh, you, come here," she hugged him, picking him up and swinging him around like almost always. She let him go, making her way into the large living room.
There were decorations and streamers everywhere.
"Make yourselves right at home," Jackie told them, sitting them on the couch.
A guy of about twenty stumbled in, his hair spiky and brown, gelled up, his brown eyes scanning the room in horror at the decorations.
"Hiya, Rosie," he greeted her.
"Hey, Jake," Rose greeted him back as her brother walked over to them and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey, Doc."
He greeted the Doctor with a handshake-hug, sitting next to his sister.
"So, Jake," Rose started. "When are you gonna take a day off next and come with us?"
"Oh…I dunno," he shrugged. "I've been working a lot, and they do need me. Found this little box that needs opening…mind you, I am smarter than Pandora."
"Pandora?" the Doctor chuckled at the joke. "I doubt it's really gonna spread pestilence within the world."
"Well, if it does I'll give you a ring," Jake retorted, playfully. "So, when's our guest of honour going to grace us with their presence?"
"Dunno," Rose said. "Mum didn't say. Is Dad here?"
"He's coming in a second," Jackie answered, before Jake could reply. "How'd you like the decorations? I'm telling you, they did a wonderful job."
"Yeah, sure," Jake replied, sarcastically. He leaned over to Rose. "I think I've seen Roganarks with better taste than this," he muttered in her ear.
"Jacob Caleb Tyler!" Jackie scolded. "I heard that!".
The doorbell rang before she could say anything else. She walked over to the front door, disappearing for a few moments.
"So, who's all coming?" Rose asked Jake.
"Well, the Smiths said they'd come. Then Lana—her parents are in America, and—" he stopped, motioning to the man at the door.
"Captain Jack Harkness!" the Doctor exclaimed, hugging the man who had just walked in the room.
"Oh, Doctor! Look at you! I see a salt and pepper thing going on there," he teased, indicating his greying hair. "And…is that…Rose Tyler behind all that brown?"
"I stopped dying it. Figure I've got nothing to lose," she said, as she hugged him.
Jack looked the same as ever. Nothing ever really aged him. Every time Rose and the Doctor would visit, he would always poke fun of their aging. And it all started when the Doctor found a strand of grey hair one day…
"And Jake! Got a hair cut!" he said, hugging the kid. Jake worked with Jack at Torchwood since he was about sixteen, about four years ago. He and Jack had always been close, Jack almost like a second father, since Jack had been showing up a lot at the house.
"So who's on duty, then?" Jake asked him as Jack sat on a recliner chair.
"Well, I told Amy to cover—" that was Gwen's daughter, "—and Toby's there, too in case anything happens. Everybody else is on standby—hey, look who decided to show up!"
Their attention turned to three people standing in the doorway. One a tall, older man, in about his mid-forties, older than Rose by a few years with dark skin and a smile. His wife, around the same age as he was, looking around at the familiar people with beautiful dark skin, scanning the room, looking at the decorations. And a kid of about twenty, maybe a year or so younger than Jake, obviously their son.
"Hey, you guys," Rose greeted, hugging Mickey. "I'm so glad you guys could come."
"Tell you the truth, I got a call a few hours ago," his wife was explaining as she hugged Rose next. "Almost didn't make it, but he's all right now. Car accident."
"Oh," Rose said, sympathetic. "I'm glad you made it, though."
"Hello, Dr. Smith," the Doctor greeted her, hugging his old friend.
"Hello, Doctor Smith," replied Martha, their little tradition.
"Hi, Aunt Rose," the twenty-year-old greeted her, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek.
"Hi, Ricky," she greeted him back.
He walked up to the Doctor, sticking out his hand. As always, the tension between them cut through the atmosphere.
"Richard," the Doctor said formally.
"Doctor," Rick repeated in the same tone.
After which Rick and Jake sat together, talking excitedly about technology, comparing their adventures at their different Torchwood sections.
Rose sighed, rolling her eyes. The Doctor and Rick reminded her a lot of the Doctor and Mickey's behaviour toward each other years ago. That was until they 'bonded' by Mickey ultimately saving the Doctor's life ten years ago. Big time.
The doorbell rang again, the living room full of people talking amongst themselves. A girl walked in, about twenty or so, with chestnut brown hair and gorgeous green eyes.
"Hi, everyone!" she greeted, smiling cheerily. She hugged Jackie, Rose, the Doctor, Mickey, Martha, and Rick, but gave Jake a sound kiss. "Hello, wonderful fiancé."
"Mom and Dad send their love from New York," Lana told them, looking out the window.
When Mickey Smith the blonde started living on Earth he decided to change his last name to Johnson to avoid confusion. About a year after he married Ronnie, who was completely different than she had acted on Tecal, and shortly after Lana Johnson was born. As she had told Rose, Ronnie's behaviour on Tecal was all just an act to do what was necessary.
Rose and Ronnie were good friends, went shopping, got manicures together, and once in a while went on trips in the TARDIS.
"So, where's the guest of honour?" Rick asked.
"You know, that's the same thing I said?" Jake told him.
"Always late as usual," the Doctor whispered to Rose. "Just like someone I know."
"You know…there! I see the car!" Rose shouted, and everyone promptly hushed.
The doorbell rang, innocently and unknowingly and Jackie went to greet the guest.
"SURP—" started everybody, but it was not the guest. Rather an older man, with once auburn hair, carrying a large cardboard box with both hands.
"Dad!" Jake shouted. "Come on! We thought you were—"
"Shh! I see another car!" Martha shouted, and again everybody quieted.
This time, the door didn't ring. The door unlocked all by itself, the key twisting and turning. The knob soundly turned, the door opening.
"Hi, Grandmum and Granddad I'm—" the voice cut off as the light in the living room switched on.
"SURPRISE!" shouted the group, grinning at the blonde.
The nineteen-year old girl grinned, taking in the decorations and everybody.
She rushed toward Rose, hugging her. "Mom! Dad! Oh, my gosh! I had no idea you guys were here!"
She hugged the Doctor as well, kissing them both on the cheek.
"Hey, Pandora," the Doctor hugged his daughter, kissing her on the cheek as well. "Happy nineteenth."
"Oh, thank you guys so much!" Pandora hugged them again, moving toward Jackie and Pete, hugging them. "Oh, thank you guys! You didn't have to go through all this, you know!"
She walked around the room, giving out hugs and kisses to her family and friends. She kissed Jake on the cheek, much to his dislike. She always loved to rile him up. Her uncle, though more like a brother.
She walked over to Richard, her best friend and boyfriend of two years, kissing him on the mouth. When the Doctor saw this Rose saw the overbearing father-look in his eyes and swatted him on the chest, holding him back.
"Over-protective much?" she raised an eyebrow, grinning cheekily.
His shoulder sagged. "Tell me, what is it with you women and the Smiths? First it was you and Mickey, now it's Martha and Mickey and now Pandora and Ricky!"
"You know what Dora needs?" she prompted him.
"What?"
"A 900 year old alien to come and whisk her away," she grinned cheekily.
"Uh…no. No dating anyone until after she's married." he replied.
"You know, I thought you were always the lenient one," she remarked.
"I am!" his eyes got wide as Mickey's son and his daughter embraced, Rick holding Dora in his arms as she sat on his lap. "You know, there's nothing wrong with being a little over-protective…"
"Doctor!"
"Well, I'm just saying," he defended.
"Mum! Dad!" Pandora came over to them, Rick gripping her hand tightly. "I got some great news!"
"Oh, here we go." the Doctor started, groaning.
"Me and Ricky have decided to move in together!"
"Oh, Dora, that's—" Rose was cut off by a sound, something like an low airplane overhead. Only it wasn't an airplane.
Rather, a large spaceship, crashing a few miles away.
Rose, The Doctor, Mickey, Martha, Jack, Pete, Pandora, Jake, and Rick all looked at one another.
"We're never gonna get a break, are we?" Pandora mused.
"Apparently not," the Doctor replied, grinning.
The nine exited the flat, lining up on the sidewalk.
"Everybody armed?" The Doctor asked.
One by one everybody pulled out cell-phones.
"Check," they all said.
The Doctor grinned. "Then, let's go!"
And they headed out into the unknown, two great generations and great teams, always ready for anything that came their way.
THE END
A/N: That's it, folks! I hope you liked it! Stay tuned for the prequel! I loved all your reviews! You guys are so awesome!
Everybody take a poll:
Would the prequel title be better as
A. The Best I Ever Had
B. On The Edge
C. Taking Over Me
D. Wake Up To Reality
It'll be any one of these. I dunno. I usually have good titles for stories, I'm just caught between them all.