Force of Habit 1/1; Rose/Doctor Blue, Jackie PG-13

[scarfman]

Title: Force of Habit 1/1
Author: scarfman
Characters/Pairing: Rose/DoctorBlue, Jackie
Setting/spoilers: Journey's End
Disclaimer: This work is derivative of property of the BBC. No profit shall be made and no market of the owner(s) is infringed upon.
Betareaders: persiflage_1 purpleranger billfl
Summary: He knows she must persuade herself.
crossposted scarfman dwfiction time_and_chips loves_them_all

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"Dimension cannon," said the Doctor.

Of course Rose and Jackie had known just where the nearest phone to Bad Wolf Bay was, in a diner where they were now passing the time till the local Vitek office's limousine arrived to transport them to the aeroport. The Doctor had seated himself next to Jackie in the booth, then ordered from the waitress in Norwegian without asking; Rose had been served chips, and Jackie had been served shepherd's pie, her favorite. The Doctor was shoveling a strawberry sundae into his gob, but he'd suddenly stopped.

"Yes," Rose answered when her mouth wasn't full, "a dimension cannon."

"Cannon," said the Doctor. "Blows holes in things."

"Rrright," said Rose, not certain where he was going with this.

"Like the barriers between parallel dimensions."

"Hence 'dimension cannon'."

"The barriers between dimensions that you were warned must never, ever have holes blown in them or it'd be the end of both worlds."

"You did, yeah."

"And you responded by building a cannon to do just that, and randomly firing it at other worlds on the chance of finding the one world where -"

"Hey, I'm not the one who made the stars start going out," Rose said hotly. "The holes were already there. The cannon made them a little worse, but it was worth the risk to find you when Torchwood couldn't even figure out what the problem was. And, I might add, while I was traveling I only rescued the mere human who happened to be the solution to the whole problem! It's just what you would have done, and that's not just my bias talking, I asked Mum and Mickey before I decided that. Maybe I was wrong!"

He was grinning at her across the table. Jackie was smiling at her too. Two totally, utterly different smiles with precisely the same degree of smug insufferablility in them.

"What?" Rose snapped.

The Doctor somehow made spooning a strawberry into an obscenely suggestive motion. "You're talking as if I were him. I am the Doctor to you."

And Rose knew it was going to work out after all.

"Yeah, you better be the Doctor," she said, determinedly not smiling back, not even a little, you must be imagining it, "because it's going to take a Time Lord brain to figure out how to make it up to me. Imagine Arthur Dent's travels, with more lice and and more sentient prehistoric giant sloths, and fewer public restrooms, and that's what you get to make up to me for ..."

fin

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Imagine Arthur Dent's travels, with more lice and and more sentient prehistoric giant sloths, and fewer public restrooms, and that's what you get to make up to me for ...

I loved this fic and then I read the last line, and I died. Wonderful!