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Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-18 23:40:00

Entry tags:

!shelved, day 19, jack harkness, location: gym, rose tyler

Who: Rose Tyler and Jack Harkness
What: Rose wants answers
When: Day 19, around 10:00pm
Where: The gymnasium (or just outside it)
Rating: Be safe, go with R
Status: Active

Rose read Jack's reply and closed her journal. It had been a long day. A good one, overall. Spending the day playing dragons and Ninja Turtles and Tag and reading stories and having snack time... She really had enjoyed the day surrounded by six year-olds. Each one so different, each one having fun in their own ways, depending on where they were from, and what time period.

Now, though, it was late, and nearly all the children had worn themselves out. Rose walked through the room, pausing at each cot and making sure if the child wasn't asleep, that they didn't need anything. From time to time she stopped, rubbing Dora's back gently or brushing back Andy's wild curls. With any luck at all, this would go like most experiments and in the morning, they'd wake to find the children had resumed their adult forms. But for now, she would make sure they were taken care of.

But her eyes kept drifting, and she stopped and watched the little boy from Gallifrey sleep. It was definitely John Smith's miniature. From his little brown trenchcoat to the itty bitty red Chucks on his feet, if he were any more John Smith she'd probably cry. But she couldn't disregard what she'd read in his journal, either. She couldn't detect the hearts beating beneath the tiny blue suit, no, but how many from Earth knew of TARDISes? And what were the chances that she'd learn more of Gallifrey from a six year-old than the man she'd traveled with so far?

She longed to touch him. To smooth back that lock of brown that fell into his face, or to soothe his sleep in some way or another. But she feared he might be a light sleeper, and there'd be far too many questions to answer. Questions Sarah Jane could apparently answer but she couldn't.

But there might be one person who could. The one other person besides the Doctor that she trusted. And she didn't trust herself to ask the Doctor. Not without exploding in temper, waking the children, and having even more questions to answer.

So she made her way outside and sat against the wall, close enough that she could hear if someone from inside called her, but far enough outside that she could breathe. And she waited.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-08-19 12:00 pm UTC (link)

Whatever in her had thought that Jack would make a poor parent was put into its place right then and there. Because only someone with a loving instinct would hold her as close as he did and soothe her and make her feel like a four year-old, sobbing in the arms of the father she'd never known. Poor Alice. How any woman could not want this man in their life was beyond her.

"It shouldn't have mattered," she hiccoughed, burying her face into his chest. She should've been furious with him, but she needed this so badly. What Rose needed was the truth, and she was finally getting it, even if in tiny bits and pieces. She'd wanted to know why everyone seemed to tiptoe around her, around certain subjects. And like it or not, she was finding out.

She'd get back to that bit about him making people promise to leave her in the dark. In fact, once he was an adult again-all nine hundred and whatever years of adult-she'd tell him off and good. But he'd sparked her interest. Refusing to budge, refusing to look at those eyes that she knew looked so much older than when she'd first met him, she whispered, "How? I know you're good-looking and rot like that," finally, a tiny smile, "but that... Jack, that had to have been at least, what thirty years ago?" Assuming Alice was a young mum. Ugh, maths. She was done fighting with them.

Rose was about to learn knowledge that couldn't be given back once it was received. Learning her own power could possibly be dangerous for the entire city of Vas Captio. If she could ever stop crying, that was.

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