Dr Who - fic - Rose Tyler, Queen of Diamonds, Nine, Rose and Jack, PG
Title - Rose Tyler, Queen of Diamonds
Author - laurab1
Characters - Nine, Rose and Jack
Rating - PG
Length - 1099 words
Spoilers - New Who 1.9 & 1.10 TEC/TDD and 4.13 Journey’s End
Summary - Rose Tyler would like a pretty and sparkly little something.
Thanks to persiflage_1, dune_drd and smithy161 for the confirmation that my translation into English from DW skience for certain items in this story was successful :)
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Rose Tyler, Queen of Diamonds
by Laura
They’re at the market on the Vega Seven space station. Jack’s slightly ahead of Rose and the Doctor; he’d been aiming for a certain stall he knows about.
Now he’s coming back, complete with his thousand watt persuasive smile.
“What’s that for, Captain?” asks the Doctor, sounding suspicious.
“Hey, relax! You want your girl to run better than she does?” Jack replies. “All that rattling around, getting the date wrong, isn’t it annoying?”
“A bit, I suppose,” the Doctor allows. “Like it, sometimes, though.”
“Yeah. Come see what I found, then, Doc,” Jack says. “Should work wonders for the TARDIS.”
Emphasis on ‘should’, Rose suspects.
“Alright, Jack.”
“Great!” There’s the smile, yet again.
The Doctor rolls his eyes a little, but he follows Jack to the stall.
“Thanks, boys,” Rose mutters to herself, smiling. “Abandon me, why don’t ya?” she jokes, loud enough for them to hear.
“Never, sweetheart!” Jack shouts back.
“Like I’d do that, Rose Tyler!”
The pair of them then return to their technobabble, most probably. Rose smiles to herself, and she looks at the stall she’s ended up in front of. Jewellery. Loads of incredibly sparkly jewellery. There’s only one thing she knows sparkles and shines just like that. For a moment, Rose pretends she’s Marilyn in that pink dress, or Satine on the swing, and she starts singing softly.
A kiss on the hand
May be quite continental,
But diamonds are a girl's best friend.
Are those really diamonds, on all the necklaces at this stall? And can she have one, if they are? A wicked little thought goes through her mind; she needs a conman, to charm the terribly expensive jewellery out of the store-keeper for next to nothing. Rose walks down the market to the stall where Jack and the Doctor are. They seem to be haggling a price for a whole load of parts for the TARDIS.
“Hello,” she greets them, earning quick grins, before they return to the negotiation. “Come and haggle me a diamond necklace, Mr Conman, when you’re finished here,” she then whispers in his ear.
“Diamond, Rose?” Jack asks, as they turn back to her, items purchased, and placed in various coat pockets. “You sure?”
The Doctor continues with, “Not the sort of thing you’d usually find at this kind of market, y’know.”
“Well, they’re certainly shiny enough to be diamonds,” Rose replies. And that’s the trigger, apparently. Jack’s eyes light up in the same way they do when he’s telling one of his stories that involves a lot of things blowing up. The Doctor’s equally brilliant at that.
“Show us, Rose,” Jack says. “And I’m really sorry, ‘cause I don’t think they are diamonds.”
“What are they, then?” she asks. Neither of them say anything, and now she isn’t sure if she wants to know. “Alright, they’re over here,” Rose says, leading the way, for a change. They walk back to the stall. And at the necklaces store, the men’s eyes get even brighter; Rose was already dazzled, too.
“Warp Stars,” Jack tells her, picking one up, dangling it from his fingers, watching it. "A warpfold conjugation trapped in a carbonised shell.”
What? "In English, please, Jack?" Rose asks.
“A bit of hyperspace wrapped around a bit of a supernova, encased in a two millimetre thick shell --" the Doctor says, grabbing another one.
“-- composed of man-made, rather than natural, diamond,” Jack finishes, in a whisper.
Thanks to her two men, Rose does know the odd bit of science; supernovas are what happens when a star blows up, and dies. All of what she just heard sounds to her like the kind of thing that would perfectly justify the mad eyes Jack and the Doctor are sporting. “How big an explosion does all that make?” she chances, looking up at him.
"Big enough to end a war,” the Doctor says darkly, and puts his necklace back.
Oh, that kind of big. 1945 in Japan big. Which means... "And then start another one, with no actual fighting?"
"Yeah.”
“They’re pretty, though, Doctor,” Jack says, still examining his. “You just need to be extremely careful with them.” He then takes another two. “OK, I’m haggling for these three,” he announces, “no arguments, and if we ever do need a huge explosion, we’ve got a few. Rose, did you see the store-keeper?”
“So you can decide which smile to use?” she asks, knowing Jack far too well.
“Oh, yeah,” he replies, grinning.
“Don’t think I did, y’know.”
“Let’s see who we’ve got, then. Shop!” Jack exclaims, in a low voice. A woman, clad in long red dress, and about the same age as Rose’s mum... appears. Out of thin air.
“Ma’am,” Jack addresses her, complete unfazed by that, and accompanied by his occasionally useful conman’s smile. “How much can I have these three Warp Stars for?”
Rose watches and listens to the conversation. Two to blow up, it would seem, and one for her to give up for explosion, if and when it’s deemed necessary. Jack pays three credits for the lot, in the end, and slips two into his coat pocket. They leave the market area, then he turns to her, displaying the other necklace. “Would you like to wear yours, Rose?”
“Yeah, please!” she replies, quick as a flash, grinning.
“Hold your hair out of the way, then,” Jack instructs, moving behind Rose.
She does as asked, and he attaches the Warp Star around her neck, gently stroking and caressing the delicate skin there, at the same time.
“It’s an explosion waiting to happen, Rose,” he then says.
From his tone, she knows exactly what’s on his face, in his eyes; she doesn’t need to look at him.
“TARDIS, you lot!” the Doctor exclaims, ending their moment.
“Yes, sir, in a minute,” Jack replies, turning Rose to face him. After one last, soft stroke to the side of her face, he offers Rose his arm. “I ever tell you about the time I had to wear a pink dress?” he asks, smiling.
“Is this yet another of your infamous stories where the whole team ended up naked?” Rose says, slipping her other hand into the Doctor’s.
“How ever did you guess, Rose Tyler?” Jack asks, twinkling down at her.
“Dunno, Captain,” she instantly replies, tongue against her teeth.
As they head back to the ship, Rose and the Doctor listen to Jack’s tale. Rose makes a mental note to ask the TARDIS for the song, and a couple of pink dresses.
Diamonds are both a girl’s and a guy’s best friend, it would appear.
-end-
crosspost:
dwfiction
new_who
galactic_conman
better_with_3
time_and_chips
available_very
Teaspoon
Zero Room
Author - laurab1
Characters - Nine, Rose and Jack
Rating - PG
Length - 1099 words
Spoilers - New Who 1.9 & 1.10 TEC/TDD and 4.13 Journey’s End
Summary - Rose Tyler would like a pretty and sparkly little something.
Thanks to persiflage_1, dune_drd and smithy161 for the confirmation that my translation into English from DW skience for certain items in this story was successful :)
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Rose Tyler, Queen of Diamonds
by Laura
They’re at the market on the Vega Seven space station. Jack’s slightly ahead of Rose and the Doctor; he’d been aiming for a certain stall he knows about.
Now he’s coming back, complete with his thousand watt persuasive smile.
“What’s that for, Captain?” asks the Doctor, sounding suspicious.
“Hey, relax! You want your girl to run better than she does?” Jack replies. “All that rattling around, getting the date wrong, isn’t it annoying?”
“A bit, I suppose,” the Doctor allows. “Like it, sometimes, though.”
“Yeah. Come see what I found, then, Doc,” Jack says. “Should work wonders for the TARDIS.”
Emphasis on ‘should’, Rose suspects.
“Alright, Jack.”
“Great!” There’s the smile, yet again.
The Doctor rolls his eyes a little, but he follows Jack to the stall.
“Thanks, boys,” Rose mutters to herself, smiling. “Abandon me, why don’t ya?” she jokes, loud enough for them to hear.
“Never, sweetheart!” Jack shouts back.
“Like I’d do that, Rose Tyler!”
The pair of them then return to their technobabble, most probably. Rose smiles to herself, and she looks at the stall she’s ended up in front of. Jewellery. Loads of incredibly sparkly jewellery. There’s only one thing she knows sparkles and shines just like that. For a moment, Rose pretends she’s Marilyn in that pink dress, or Satine on the swing, and she starts singing softly.
A kiss on the hand
May be quite continental,
But diamonds are a girl's best friend.
Are those really diamonds, on all the necklaces at this stall? And can she have one, if they are? A wicked little thought goes through her mind; she needs a conman, to charm the terribly expensive jewellery out of the store-keeper for next to nothing. Rose walks down the market to the stall where Jack and the Doctor are. They seem to be haggling a price for a whole load of parts for the TARDIS.
“Hello,” she greets them, earning quick grins, before they return to the negotiation. “Come and haggle me a diamond necklace, Mr Conman, when you’re finished here,” she then whispers in his ear.
“Diamond, Rose?” Jack asks, as they turn back to her, items purchased, and placed in various coat pockets. “You sure?”
The Doctor continues with, “Not the sort of thing you’d usually find at this kind of market, y’know.”
“Well, they’re certainly shiny enough to be diamonds,” Rose replies. And that’s the trigger, apparently. Jack’s eyes light up in the same way they do when he’s telling one of his stories that involves a lot of things blowing up. The Doctor’s equally brilliant at that.
“Show us, Rose,” Jack says. “And I’m really sorry, ‘cause I don’t think they are diamonds.”
“What are they, then?” she asks. Neither of them say anything, and now she isn’t sure if she wants to know. “Alright, they’re over here,” Rose says, leading the way, for a change. They walk back to the stall. And at the necklaces store, the men’s eyes get even brighter; Rose was already dazzled, too.
“Warp Stars,” Jack tells her, picking one up, dangling it from his fingers, watching it. "A warpfold conjugation trapped in a carbonised shell.”
What? "In English, please, Jack?" Rose asks.
“A bit of hyperspace wrapped around a bit of a supernova, encased in a two millimetre thick shell --" the Doctor says, grabbing another one.
“-- composed of man-made, rather than natural, diamond,” Jack finishes, in a whisper.
Thanks to her two men, Rose does know the odd bit of science; supernovas are what happens when a star blows up, and dies. All of what she just heard sounds to her like the kind of thing that would perfectly justify the mad eyes Jack and the Doctor are sporting. “How big an explosion does all that make?” she chances, looking up at him.
"Big enough to end a war,” the Doctor says darkly, and puts his necklace back.
Oh, that kind of big. 1945 in Japan big. Which means... "And then start another one, with no actual fighting?"
"Yeah.”
“They’re pretty, though, Doctor,” Jack says, still examining his. “You just need to be extremely careful with them.” He then takes another two. “OK, I’m haggling for these three,” he announces, “no arguments, and if we ever do need a huge explosion, we’ve got a few. Rose, did you see the store-keeper?”
“So you can decide which smile to use?” she asks, knowing Jack far too well.
“Oh, yeah,” he replies, grinning.
“Don’t think I did, y’know.”
“Let’s see who we’ve got, then. Shop!” Jack exclaims, in a low voice. A woman, clad in long red dress, and about the same age as Rose’s mum... appears. Out of thin air.
“Ma’am,” Jack addresses her, complete unfazed by that, and accompanied by his occasionally useful conman’s smile. “How much can I have these three Warp Stars for?”
Rose watches and listens to the conversation. Two to blow up, it would seem, and one for her to give up for explosion, if and when it’s deemed necessary. Jack pays three credits for the lot, in the end, and slips two into his coat pocket. They leave the market area, then he turns to her, displaying the other necklace. “Would you like to wear yours, Rose?”
“Yeah, please!” she replies, quick as a flash, grinning.
“Hold your hair out of the way, then,” Jack instructs, moving behind Rose.
She does as asked, and he attaches the Warp Star around her neck, gently stroking and caressing the delicate skin there, at the same time.
“It’s an explosion waiting to happen, Rose,” he then says.
From his tone, she knows exactly what’s on his face, in his eyes; she doesn’t need to look at him.
“TARDIS, you lot!” the Doctor exclaims, ending their moment.
“Yes, sir, in a minute,” Jack replies, turning Rose to face him. After one last, soft stroke to the side of her face, he offers Rose his arm. “I ever tell you about the time I had to wear a pink dress?” he asks, smiling.
“Is this yet another of your infamous stories where the whole team ended up naked?” Rose says, slipping her other hand into the Doctor’s.
“How ever did you guess, Rose Tyler?” Jack asks, twinkling down at her.
“Dunno, Captain,” she instantly replies, tongue against her teeth.
As they head back to the ship, Rose and the Doctor listen to Jack’s tale. Rose makes a mental note to ask the TARDIS for the song, and a couple of pink dresses.
Diamonds are both a girl’s and a guy’s best friend, it would appear.
-end-
crosspost:
dwfiction
new_who
galactic_conman
better_with_3
time_and_chips
available_very
Teaspoon
Zero Room