It Never Gets Dull (4/5)
Title - It Never Gets Dull (4/5)
Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - Teen
Characters - Ten, Rose, Jack, Jackie, Ianto, Owen, Martha, Tosh, Sarah Jane, Gwen, OCs
Spoilers - Through the end of S2
Disclaimer - I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on. (Except for the kids. They're all mine.)
Summary - Jackie wants a wedding. There are hijinks galore.
Author's Notes - This was supposed to be part of Part Three, so it's fairly short, but look upon it as a bonus post. Happy Labor Day!
Thanks to jlrpuckfor all the betas and sanity checks, and to bouncy_castle79for the read-through, and Kristin for brainstorming.
The gorgeous icon was created by swankkatfor me, commissioned by jlrpuckfor my birthday.
Part One - Part Two - Part Three
The TARDIS had provided pink lemonade, and the attendees of the hen night drank it while wearing tiaras and letting the girls do their nails. This meant that they were perhaps not the best manicures and pedicures they’d ever received, but Athena and Fortuna were having the time of their lives.
When they were done with the nails, Athena and Fortuna announced it was present-time.
“Oh, maybe not,” said Gwen and Tosh and Martha, almost in tandem.
Rose shot them a quizzical look.
“You brought presents, we have to open them!” insisted Athena.
“Silly,” said Fortuna, as she helped carry the gifts over to their mother.
“We’ll help you take the wrapping paper off, and then you can open the boxes,” volunteered Athena, as she and Fortuna got to it and handed their mother the first box.
Rose opened it and stared down at the lingerie in it. “Ah,” she said.
“What is it?” asked Athena.
“Clothing,” she answered.
“Is it pink?”
“It has pink elements, yes. Let’s move onto the next box.” Rose replaced the cover and reached for the next box.
“Maybe-” Martha began, but Rose had already taken off the cover and quickly replaced it.
“What is it?” asked Athena.
“It’s, um,” said Rose. “A…toy.”
Fortuna lit up. “What kind of toy?”
“Not a very fun one,” Rose said. “It’s more of a…It’s dull, actually.” She pushed the boxes behind her, hoping out-of-sight, out-of-mind. Then she looked at Tosh, Gwen, and Martha.
“We didn’t know it was this kind of hen night,” said Gwen, apologetically.
Luckily, at that moment, the door to the nursery, which was doubling as the spa, opened on the group of men.
“Don’t mind us,” said the Doctor, cheerfully, picking his way around his daughters on the floor toward Brem’s bedroom.
Rose had jumped up at the sight of Brem in his arms. “What’s wrong with him?”
“Nothing serious,” responded the Doctor. “Ask Jack.”
Brem lifted his head groggily. “I’m drunk,” he told his mother.
“I thought that was a secret,” Jack protested.
“I forgot,” said Brem, dropping his head back to his father’s shoulder.
Rose looked at Jack.
“He…We gave him one sip of vodka, Rose. One tiny sip.”
“He’s drunk?” exclaimed Rose, and rushed to the bedroom.
The Doctor was putting Brem to bed.
“’S this what humans feel like all the time?” asked Brem, his voice thick with the vodka. “Tired like this?”
“You’ll have to ask your mother,” the Doctor answered him, tucking him in.
“I don’t feel terribly good,” said Brem.
The Doctor smoothed his hand over Brem’s hair. “I know. I’m going to make you something, it’ll make you feel better. For now, go to sleep.”
“I read ‘s a very sushec-sushuc-good stag night if someone gets very drunk.”
The Doctor smiled at him. “It was an excellent stag night. And you are the universe’s best poker player.”
Brem smiled back, a bit sloppily, even as his eyes drooped closed. “I made Theenie practish with me.”
The Doctor chuckled and kissed his forehead, then stood and walked over to where Rose was waiting in the doorway, Jackie just behind her. “He’ll be fine,” he promised.
Ianto cleared his throat politely. “Here,” he said, handing over Brem’s journal and stag night hat. “I grabbed them for him.”
“Ah. Thank you.” The Doctor took the journal and set it by Brem’s bedside table, carefully settling the stag night hat on top of it. “I’ve no doubt he will want to document his drunkenness first thing he wakes up.”
“Is Brem drunk?” asked Athena, sounding delighted.
“Yes,” Rose affirmed, eyes flashing at Jack. Jack guiltily snatched his hand back from the pink lemonade he had been about to pour.
“How silly of him,” said Athena, and then, thoughtfully, “But what’s it mean?”
Rose ignored her. “How much did you give him to drink?”
Jack was picking through the array of food the TARDIS had set out. “It was one sip, I swear. It turns out Time Lords are huge lightweights, which it would have been useful to know a bit earlier in my lifetime, if you catch my drift.”
“I try not to make a habit of following your drifts,” said Rose, and then turned to the Doctor. “And you should have been watching him!”
“How was I to know I’d turn my back for two seconds and they’d be forcing vodka down his throat?” whined the Doctor.
“He wanted to drink it,” defended Owen. “He was a willing participant.”
“He’ll be fine,” the Doctor told Rose. “Really.”
“Hey, the food is much better at this party,” commented Jack. “Look. A cupcake. With pink icing. The food at our party was kind of dull.”
“You bought it,” the Doctor reminded him. “And you were the one who wouldn’t let me have a stag night on the TARDIS. That’s where all this food came from.”
Jack shrugged, biting into his cupcake. “Are you doing manicures and pedicures? Excellent.” An extra spa pedicure chair had suddenly conveniently appeared, and Jack sat in it.
Athena and Fortuna, delighted to have a new victim, scurried over to him.
“What color do you want?” Athena asked him, displaying an impressive array of pink nail varnishes.
“You have to wear a tiara,” Fortuna told him, presenting him with one with a flourish.
“Oh, fantastic,” said Jack, ducking his head so Fortuna could put it on him, perched in front of his stag night hat. “How do I look?” He winked at her.
Fortuna giggled. “You’re the prettiest.”
“Now, hang on,” said the Doctor. “I don’t look that bad in a tiara.”
Athena and Fortuna both gave him a long-suffering look. “All you do is complain when we ask you to wear a tiara,” Athena reminded him.
“Welllllllll, that doesn’t mean I don’t still look good in it.”
Athena sighed and began applying the shade Jack had selected to his fingernails.
“Do you want to have your nails done?” Fortuna asked Owen, hopefully.
“I don’t think so, kid,” he answered, which made Fortuna’s face fall.
“You can do my nails,” Ianto volunteered.
Fortuna beamed at him happily.
“I’ve got to go mix Brem something to help his system work the vodka out of it,” said the Doctor. “I’ll be right back.”
Jack’s spa chair had been created directly next to where Rose had left her boxes. “You got gifts,” Jack noted, grabbing the first box and glancing in it. He lifted his eyebrows. “Now that’s what I call a gift.” He looked up at Rose. “But you might need two glasses of wine in him first.”
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Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - Teen
Characters - Ten, Rose, Jack, Jackie, Ianto, Owen, Martha, Tosh, Sarah Jane, Gwen, OCs
Spoilers - Through the end of S2
Disclaimer - I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on. (Except for the kids. They're all mine.)
Summary - Jackie wants a wedding. There are hijinks galore.
Author's Notes - This was supposed to be part of Part Three, so it's fairly short, but look upon it as a bonus post. Happy Labor Day!
Thanks to jlrpuckfor all the betas and sanity checks, and to bouncy_castle79for the read-through, and Kristin for brainstorming.
The gorgeous icon was created by swankkatfor me, commissioned by jlrpuckfor my birthday.
Part One - Part Two - Part Three
The TARDIS had provided pink lemonade, and the attendees of the hen night drank it while wearing tiaras and letting the girls do their nails. This meant that they were perhaps not the best manicures and pedicures they’d ever received, but Athena and Fortuna were having the time of their lives.
When they were done with the nails, Athena and Fortuna announced it was present-time.
“Oh, maybe not,” said Gwen and Tosh and Martha, almost in tandem.
Rose shot them a quizzical look.
“You brought presents, we have to open them!” insisted Athena.
“Silly,” said Fortuna, as she helped carry the gifts over to their mother.
“We’ll help you take the wrapping paper off, and then you can open the boxes,” volunteered Athena, as she and Fortuna got to it and handed their mother the first box.
Rose opened it and stared down at the lingerie in it. “Ah,” she said.
“What is it?” asked Athena.
“Clothing,” she answered.
“Is it pink?”
“It has pink elements, yes. Let’s move onto the next box.” Rose replaced the cover and reached for the next box.
“Maybe-” Martha began, but Rose had already taken off the cover and quickly replaced it.
“What is it?” asked Athena.
“It’s, um,” said Rose. “A…toy.”
Fortuna lit up. “What kind of toy?”
“Not a very fun one,” Rose said. “It’s more of a…It’s dull, actually.” She pushed the boxes behind her, hoping out-of-sight, out-of-mind. Then she looked at Tosh, Gwen, and Martha.
“We didn’t know it was this kind of hen night,” said Gwen, apologetically.
Luckily, at that moment, the door to the nursery, which was doubling as the spa, opened on the group of men.
“Don’t mind us,” said the Doctor, cheerfully, picking his way around his daughters on the floor toward Brem’s bedroom.
Rose had jumped up at the sight of Brem in his arms. “What’s wrong with him?”
“Nothing serious,” responded the Doctor. “Ask Jack.”
Brem lifted his head groggily. “I’m drunk,” he told his mother.
“I thought that was a secret,” Jack protested.
“I forgot,” said Brem, dropping his head back to his father’s shoulder.
Rose looked at Jack.
“He…We gave him one sip of vodka, Rose. One tiny sip.”
“He’s drunk?” exclaimed Rose, and rushed to the bedroom.
The Doctor was putting Brem to bed.
“’S this what humans feel like all the time?” asked Brem, his voice thick with the vodka. “Tired like this?”
“You’ll have to ask your mother,” the Doctor answered him, tucking him in.
“I don’t feel terribly good,” said Brem.
The Doctor smoothed his hand over Brem’s hair. “I know. I’m going to make you something, it’ll make you feel better. For now, go to sleep.”
“I read ‘s a very sushec-sushuc-good stag night if someone gets very drunk.”
The Doctor smiled at him. “It was an excellent stag night. And you are the universe’s best poker player.”
Brem smiled back, a bit sloppily, even as his eyes drooped closed. “I made Theenie practish with me.”
The Doctor chuckled and kissed his forehead, then stood and walked over to where Rose was waiting in the doorway, Jackie just behind her. “He’ll be fine,” he promised.
Ianto cleared his throat politely. “Here,” he said, handing over Brem’s journal and stag night hat. “I grabbed them for him.”
“Ah. Thank you.” The Doctor took the journal and set it by Brem’s bedside table, carefully settling the stag night hat on top of it. “I’ve no doubt he will want to document his drunkenness first thing he wakes up.”
“Is Brem drunk?” asked Athena, sounding delighted.
“Yes,” Rose affirmed, eyes flashing at Jack. Jack guiltily snatched his hand back from the pink lemonade he had been about to pour.
“How silly of him,” said Athena, and then, thoughtfully, “But what’s it mean?”
Rose ignored her. “How much did you give him to drink?”
Jack was picking through the array of food the TARDIS had set out. “It was one sip, I swear. It turns out Time Lords are huge lightweights, which it would have been useful to know a bit earlier in my lifetime, if you catch my drift.”
“I try not to make a habit of following your drifts,” said Rose, and then turned to the Doctor. “And you should have been watching him!”
“How was I to know I’d turn my back for two seconds and they’d be forcing vodka down his throat?” whined the Doctor.
“He wanted to drink it,” defended Owen. “He was a willing participant.”
“He’ll be fine,” the Doctor told Rose. “Really.”
“Hey, the food is much better at this party,” commented Jack. “Look. A cupcake. With pink icing. The food at our party was kind of dull.”
“You bought it,” the Doctor reminded him. “And you were the one who wouldn’t let me have a stag night on the TARDIS. That’s where all this food came from.”
Jack shrugged, biting into his cupcake. “Are you doing manicures and pedicures? Excellent.” An extra spa pedicure chair had suddenly conveniently appeared, and Jack sat in it.
Athena and Fortuna, delighted to have a new victim, scurried over to him.
“What color do you want?” Athena asked him, displaying an impressive array of pink nail varnishes.
“You have to wear a tiara,” Fortuna told him, presenting him with one with a flourish.
“Oh, fantastic,” said Jack, ducking his head so Fortuna could put it on him, perched in front of his stag night hat. “How do I look?” He winked at her.
Fortuna giggled. “You’re the prettiest.”
“Now, hang on,” said the Doctor. “I don’t look that bad in a tiara.”
Athena and Fortuna both gave him a long-suffering look. “All you do is complain when we ask you to wear a tiara,” Athena reminded him.
“Welllllllll, that doesn’t mean I don’t still look good in it.”
Athena sighed and began applying the shade Jack had selected to his fingernails.
“Do you want to have your nails done?” Fortuna asked Owen, hopefully.
“I don’t think so, kid,” he answered, which made Fortuna’s face fall.
“You can do my nails,” Ianto volunteered.
Fortuna beamed at him happily.
“I’ve got to go mix Brem something to help his system work the vodka out of it,” said the Doctor. “I’ll be right back.”
Jack’s spa chair had been created directly next to where Rose had left her boxes. “You got gifts,” Jack noted, grabbing the first box and glancing in it. He lifted his eyebrows. “Now that’s what I call a gift.” He looked up at Rose. “But you might need two glasses of wine in him first.”
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