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Title: With a Little Help from My Friends
Author: Rynne
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Ten I, Rose, Ten II, Jack, Martha, Mickey, Sarah Jane, Jo, Tegan, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, Liz, Grace, and Donna
Summary: Jack drags the Doctor to Martha's wedding, and at the reception he sees...more than a few familiar faces. Post-Journey's End, Ten I/Rose/Ten II.
Warning: For fix-it fic, implied trio, cracky premises, blue suit bashing, and David Tennant's fashion sense. :p
Notes: This was intended to be crackfic, but then it expanded and got less cracky, so now it's just fic with a cracky premise. Still, it's not meant to be taken entirely seriously. :p It also disregards any spin-off canon and assumes that Rose and Ten II did not get a piece of TARDIS at the end of JE. Thank you to [livejournal.com profile] shinyopals, for inspiration and encouragement, the loan of a few lines, and betaing. :) The title comes from the Beatles song of the same name.

Chapter One: The Past

Chapter Two: The Future


They stayed for hours, talking and laughing and sharing stories. The Doctor had even let himself be drawn into things (rather than just sitting there and sulking as they laughed at him, as he was somewhat tempted to do), and he and Tegan were telling everyone about the time they'd ended up at a manor where he played cricket and got accused of murder. (He and Luke, Sarah Jane's charming adopted son, had already commiserated together over how hard to understand humans could be.) They were just wrapping up their story when Martha and Tom stood up to leave.

He gave her a hug, feeling somewhat happier with her for contriving to get him there. "Congratulations, Martha," he said, suddenly realizing he hadn't said it before.

"Thank you," she replied, smiling and kissing him on the cheek. "You stay a bit longer here, though. There's one more surprise for you."

He blinked, but let go of her when she drew back. Another surprise? Hadn't he had enough for one day?

"Yes," Jack said, appearing by his side as Martha left to say goodbye to the other guests. "You're not allowed to leave yet."

"I've been good," he said, trying not to pout. It was beneath the dignity of Time Lords to pout. "I'm tired of getting surprised."

"Just wait a bit longer," Jack said, grinning. With anticipation, it looked like. "We don't really want an audience for this next part. Martha's been very good about sharing her reception with your friends, but we didn't want to take the focus too much away from her."

They waited until everyone else had already left (including Gwen and Ianto, who said they had to get back to work), then Jack said, "Give me your tie, Doctor."

The Doctor stared at him a bit, taken aback (though why he was, he didn't know--being asked to take off his tie might be one of the more normal things that happened today). "Why?"

"Blindfold!"

Jack didn't have to say that with quite so much relish, the Doctor thought. "Why do I need a blindfold?"

"For your surprise, of course."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I got that, thanks. But I have no idea what to expect, so it will be a surprise whether or not I wear a blindfold. Much less one that's made out of my tie when I'm sure you have something else about you that you can use for a blindfold."

"But this is more fun! How about, you'll do it because I'm your friend and you want to indulge me?"

Now he snorted. "It's because I'm your friend that I don't want to indulge you. I know where that leads."

Jack grinned. "Maybe later. But come on, Doc, it's just for a minute!"

"Maybe never," the Doctor muttered, but then he sighed, loosened his tie, and pulled it off. "Don't make me regret this," he warned.

Beaming like Christmas had come early, Jack quickly snatched the tie out of the Doctor's hand. Him waggling his eyebrows was the last thing the Doctor saw before Jack looped the tie around his eyes and knotted it firmly enough that it wouldn't slip down.

"Now, stay there," Jack instructed, and then the Doctor heard his footsteps walking away.

He stood there, feeling foolish (quickly becoming a familiar feeling), when he felt again the buzzing in his head that he'd first noticed in the church. It was...very odd. He felt like he could decipher the sensation if only he knew where to look...

Hearing more footsteps, two sets in front of him and two behind, the Doctor waited nervously, his fingers twitching as he wanted to just whip the blindfold off and to hell with what Jack had to say about that. But before he could, Jack said, "All right, you can look," and he warily pulled it off and away, tucking it into a pocket.

Then he stared. His breathing hitched, and he wondered absently if Time Lords could hyperventilate, considering the respiratory bypass. They probably couldn't, but hyperventilating sounded really good right now.

Because there was Donna, standing right there next to Jack. She was smiling (and so was Jack, but the Doctor only noticed that absently before focusing on Donna again), that fond, gentle smile that he'd always been so pleased to receive. She was Donna, and she was smiling, and she clearly knew who he was.

And she was still alive.

"How?" he breathed, feeling stunned and happy and angry and worried and even more emotions he wasn't sure he could separate from the morass long enough to name them. "The metacrisis..."

"That's one of your problems, Doctor," she said, and oh, it was Donna's voice. He'd never thought he would ever get to hear it again. "You're far too set in your ways."

He blinked. That wasn't something he'd often been told. He was far more used to being a maverick. "What are you talking about?"

"See," she said, and he could tell she was enjoying this, "you needed me to show you how to stop the Daleks. And to remember things that you'd forgotten, like which planets had been stolen. You may be a genius, Spaceman, but so am I now, and I've got perspective that you haven't, to go along with this new knowledge."

"But what does that mean?" he asked, frustrated. Had there been a way to save Donna that he'd overlooked? Well, obviously there had, since she was here and she remembered and she was still alive, but--how?

"It means," she said, drawing the word out, "that if you'd waited instead of just barging in and taking my memories, that it wouldn't have taken me so long to block the worst things off. By the way, I'm still angry with you about that."

"I just wanted to save your life! I couldn't risk waiting any longer!"

"Which is why I'm not going to regenerate you. I know your intentions were good. But still--no doing that again, you."

She fixed him with her sternest stare, and he found himself frantically nodding his head before he could consciously decide to agree. Then he said, "But I still don't understand. How did you manage to get your memories back after I blocked them off?"

She flapped a hand dismissively. "While you were doing your apologizing routine, I was blocking off things myself. Specifically, a trigger to let the memories free, one that I tied to your block as you were making it. I set it for going stargazing with Granddad, since I liked seeing the stars even before I met you. So, first time I went after you left me with my family, I remembered everything. I did have to get a lot of it blocked off, but it only took a bit longer than blocking everything had done. And it made more sense, my way. Honestly, Martian Boy, even if you talked to my mum and granddad, did it never occur to you that someone else might, say, bring up my wedding, and I wouldn't have known what they were talking about? Not the smartest move, really."

She grinned at him, and he gaped at her. That...actually hadn't occurred to him. He tended to forget that his human friends had extended family and friends of their own, though that was obviously a bad habit. How many other obvious things had he similarly overlooked? The best way to deal with Donna's memories, the possibility of reminders he couldn't control...what else?

"Right then!" Donna said, still grinning. "So I managed to preserve most of my memories and block the truly overwhelming ones off myself. Now there's something else you need to see."

"Something else?" he nearly screeched, his voice breaking in his alarm. More surprises? There were muffled snickers in the group surrounding him. "Haven't I had enough for one day?"

Donna's smile turned loving--he'd seen just this smile before. Recently, too. "Turn around," she said, and this was just too familiar--could he dare to hope? Should he? The last time she'd smiled like that, and said something similar, he'd been afraid to turn around and look, and he was just as afraid now.

But there had been those footsteps behind him. And that strange buzzing had just split itself into two separate minds, both of them extremely familiar. Slowly, he turned, taking in the looks of anticipation on the faces of those around him.

And there she was.

Well. There they were.

There was Rose, looking as beautiful as she always had, smiling as widely as he'd ever seen her. Oh, how he loved that smile. He'd never thought he'd see it again.

But his duplicate was there too, (for some reason) also smiling. He was also not wearing the blue suit the Doctor had left him in, instead wearing this burgundy velvet...thing.

"You let yourself be seen with him? In public?" the Doctor said to Rose, then blinked.

That hadn't been what he'd meant to say. He'd meant to ask them what they were doing here, how they even got here in the first place, or even why they bothered, but instead what came out was a comment on his double's dubious fashion choices.

"Er...have you seen the blue? You wore that blue. It's better than that," Rose replied as laughter spread throughout the remaining crowd, looking at him as if she wasn't sure he was entirely sane. He wasn't sure he was, for that matter. All the surprises could easily have made him snap.

"I liked the blue," he said inanely.

"So did I," his duplicate agreed. "But Rose said it was a monstrosity and she couldn't in any conscience let me wear it anymore."

"And burgundy velvet is better?" he asked incredulously.

The other one shrugged. "Rose let me wear it."

The Doctor closed his eyes, groped for a chair, and sat down hard. This was too much. It was way too much. Clearly he was just having an exceptionally vivid dream, because only in his subconscious could this reunion scenario be even remotely plausible.

"I think I'd like to wake up now," he said calmly. "I don't exactly remember falling asleep, but I must have, and I don't think this is quite fair. So I'd like to wake up now."

"You're not asleep, you prawn," Donna told him. She sounded amused.

He wished people would stop finding amusement at his expense.

He shook his head, saying, "I must be. There's no other explanation. Jack could conceivably drag me to Martha's wedding, so that's all right. My old friends coming to see me is harder to believe, but still within the realm of possibility. But you three--" He waved a hand, encompassing his duplicate, Donna, and Rose. "You can't be here."

But then Donna strode forward and grabbed his ear, twisting it and pulling him to his feet again. He yelped, pushing her away and grabbing it. "What was that for?" he complained.

"Better than a pinch," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "You might have been thick enough not to feel that. You're not asleep, Doctor."

His ear still throbbed, lending credence to her words. But... "Why are they here?" he asked, gesturing towards Rose and his duplicate. If they were just here to tell him they were still his friends and then leave... "And how are they here? The universes closed off!"

"Still me!" Donna answered cheerfully, but he could also detect a smug undertone. "When we were on that beach, I had the TARDIS remember that universe cos I thought you might regret leaving them there and want to go back at some point. But then you were an impatient idiot and got yourself all alone, without even me to look after you. And trust me, Spaceman, you need someone to look after you.

"So when Jack kidnapped you, I took the TARDIS and went back to when the universes were still open and just went through. It ended up having been a few months on the other side, but I still found them easily enough. When we got here, we wanted to surprise you, so we figured out this trick where the other Doctor and I could mesh our minds a bit--probably because he also came from me--to stop you from recognizing another Time Lord straight away. It was no Archangel Network, but it wasn't bad for something on the spot. Boy, were you surprised!" She grinned gleefully.

"Which still doesn't answer why they wanted to come," he said, rubbing his forehead. This was giving even his capacious brain a headache. He turned to face Rose and the other Doctor. "Your family, Rose! You could have had them and a version of me!"

"But you were still out there," she replied. She reached out a hand and took his, and of their own accord his fingers clenched around hers, refusing to let go. "One of you had me, but this you was still alone. I couldn't bear that."

"But your family--"

With her other hand, she reached forward and put her hand on his lips, stopping him. "They understood. Especially after the other things we found out."

The headache grew. "What other things?"

"One of the first things we did," the other Doctor said, "when we got to Torchwood in London was have my DNA analyzed. We wanted to know how much of me was human and how much was still Time Lord."

"We knew about the single heart," Rose continued, "but he said he could still feel timelines and the turn of the Earth, so we were curious."

"And we found something completely unexpected!" The other Doctor grinned, looking very...bouncy. Do I look that bouncy when I grin? the Doctor wondered. "Because I still had the regeneration genes!"

"You what?"

"I know!" His duplicate was still grinning. "We figured that since I grew out of that hand, which was still a Time Lord hand, with the genes but without a brain to tell them what to do until I happened, I got the genes by default. What we're not sure about is how many regenerations I have left, but I suppose we'll figure that out eventually."

He was happy, the Doctor saw. Very clearly so. But there was Rose, still holding his hand and smiling at him, and she also seemed happy. How could they be this happy when the problems of their lifespans had just dropped right back into their laps?

"But Rose..." he started to say, and couldn't finish.

"That's the thing, Doctor," she said, squeezing his hand. "The--the other Doctor insisted on looking at my DNA too, to compare. To calibrate, he said--look at normal human DNA to see how his was different. But he found something unexpected. Something he'd only seen in Jack's DNA."

Jack's DNA. The Doctor remembered taking a sample, right after the business on the Valiant, trying to find something that would let him solve the problem. He'd found the source of the immortality, but not a way to deal with it.

And now Rose had those same genes? His eyes widened as the implications hit him. Now he really wanted to hyperventilate.

"Of course, I wasn't happy to begin with," his duplicate said. "I worried about how living so long would change her, since you know I never wanted her to be anything but what she is, lifespan and all." He bounded forward to squeeze Rose around the waist and nuzzle briefly against her neck, and the Doctor felt a quick flash of unexpected jealousy, though he was still holding her hand. But then she caught his eye, and the jealousy vanished as he saw the love in her gaze, for him.

"He kept going on about what a curse immortality was," Rose added. "And how he never wanted to change me, and stuff like that. So if you're going to say anything along those lines, you can skip it, cos I've heard it before."

His most immediate protests cut off before he could speak them, what he ended up blurting out was, "But you don't feel like Jack!"

She and the other Doctor looked at each other, and both shrugged. "We thought we'd do a few more tests when we got back to the TARDIS. She's got much better equipment than Torchwood does, after all," his double said.

"Back to the TARDIS?" the Doctor repeated dumbly.

Rose and his duplicate exchanged another glance (which irritated the Doctor--the unspoken communication thing wasn't nearly so fun from the outside), then Rose faced him again, looking somewhat...worried? "We don't want to intrude," she said awkwardly. (He was getting very tired of that 'we'. He used to be the other half of that 'we', and he didn't like the change.) "But I never wanted to leave you, you know."

He swallowed hard, hearing that from her. "I know," he said huskily. "I never wanted you to leave."

She smiled a bit and took his other hand, so that she was holding both of them while his duplicate still had his arms around her waist. "He told me that you wouldn't have wanted to let me go," she said, jerking her chin at the other one. "You just would have felt that you had to give me the opportunity to live a normal life with him, one where I could be safe and happy."

He nodded, not able to speak, and she smiled, bringing his hand to her lips and kissing his knuckle. "I just...never wanted to leave you alone. I knew you would still find other people, since you always do, but...it's not the same."

"No," he agreed softly. "It's not. But..." He looked from her to his duplicate, and back again. "You still made your choice," he reminded her, trying not to remember that kiss. The one that he'd wanted to participate in, but couldn't.

"Because you made me," she replied calmly. "Don't tell me you weren't trying to get me to make that choice ever since we landed on that beach, because I won't believe you."

She was right, of course. "And you're all right with that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She snorted. "Like Donna, I'm not that happy with you bein' so high-handed," she said wryly. "But we both know you only did it because you love us and want the best for us. And besides," she added, "I already worked out most of my anger. I'll be satisfied with you agreeing to never do it again."

He wasn't sure what to say to that. Could he reasonably agree to that, knowing that her safety would always be his first priority? That was only ever why he sent her away in the first place.

"Remember," his duplicate said suddenly, looking at him sharply, "Rose is no longer as fragile as she was before. We don't need to protect her like that anymore."

He was right, the Doctor realized. He knew he would still have to taken some time to really absorb Rose's immortality, and he would still have to struggle with accepting it a bit more (he never had wanted her changed, after all), but he let himself cautiously feel some hope. A large part of him, though, was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. He never got to feel happy for long.

Rose looked at him for a moment, then said, "We could still have stayed there, of course. We may not have had a TARDIS, but when Donna found us he was already working on building a rudimentary timeship. We would still have been able to travel. But we--worried. Maybe I have some sort of immortality now, but I'm still not a Time Lord, Doctor. I can't keep either of you company in your heads the way you can each other, or the way even Donna can a bit. We also both felt like something was missing, parts of us that were gone until we walked into the TARDIS with Donna again.

"We woulda missed you, and her, our entire lives, Doctor. Everything you can give to us, and everything we can give to you. We didn't want to miss you like that, not when we had another choice."

He beamed at her (he had also missed that sensation of having someone else in his head, however brief it had been, and even if it had just been another version of himself) and, finally convinced, said, "So, what now? You want the three of us--four of us--" he looked at Donna, who was standing with her arms crossed and her eyebrow raised, "--right? Is that what you were thinking?"

Donna looked at him sternly for a moment, but then she relented and smiled. "You're not getting rid of me that easily," she said. He smiled back, wanting to hug her, but not quite willing to let go of Rose to do so. He'd have time to hug her later, though.

He faced Rose and his duplicate again, then (unable to rub the back of his neck without freeing one of his hands, which he was not willing to do) bit his lip. "The three of us--" he began awkwardly, and then stopped, not sure how to finish his thought. Rose and his duplicate seemed very--affectionate--and he knew he was longing to kiss her...where did that leave them?

"There's an easy solution," Jack pointed out, with a salacious grin. "Why not just have a--" But Mickey clapped his hand over Jack's mouth before he could finish.

"We don't need to go there, thanks," Mickey said, pulling a disgusted face.

"Aww, why not? I wouldn't mind having 'em both," Rose said playfully. "Watching, too." Her tongue appeared at the corner of her mouth, and the Doctor stared at it. Oh, he'd missed her tongue. He was so fascinated with it that he'd almost missed her implications, and Jack's. When he realized what they were suggesting, his eyes widened.

"Rose!" he yelped. "Not even my ego's that big, thanks!"

There was a sudden burst of laughter, and he abruptly realized that he was still in the middle of a crowd of people, all of whom knew him very well and had no problem laughing at him. He'd been so wrapped up in Rose and Donna that he'd forgotten they were there.

Amidst calls of "Yes it is!" (Tegan) and "You're no fun!" (Grace), he stared at Rose. And at his duplicate, who was smirking. Then he winked, and the Doctor squeezed his eyes shut.

"I don't know," his duplicate drawled. "Might be an interesting experience. Though that might just be the humanity in me talking." The Doctor opened his eyes again to see his duplicate with a grin to match Jack's.

"You didn't bloody get that from me, you pervert," Donna said indignantly. "And this is not a conversation I need to hear if I want to keep my lunch, thanks. Anyone else think it's about time to leave?"

The Brigadier separated himself from the group, looking grateful for the escape, and the Doctor made a mental note to apologize to his old friend for subjecting him to the circus that was his life once more. Mickey joined them, as did Sarah Jane and Luke and Luke's friend Maria (who both had odd looks on their faces, and the Doctor briefly felt guilty for having that conversation where children could hear), but everyone else stayed. Grace and Tegan were also grinning, and Liz and Jo weren't, but they still looked amused. And curious.

Dammit.

"Right then, I'll meet you back at the TARDIS, Doctor," Donna announced. She started to walk away, but the Doctor abruptly pulled himself away from Rose and rushed to hug her. She looked startled at first, but then she smiled and hugged him back.

"I'm not sorry I didn't wait, because I honestly thought you were going to die," he said into her ear. "But I'm sorry I was wrong. I missed you, Donna. Thank you."

"I know," she said. "I missed you, too. And you're welcome." She drew back, still smiling. Then she ruffled his hair and walked away again, followed by Mickey, the Brigadier, and Sarah and the children. This time he let her go, knowing he would see her again soon.

He went back to Rose, who had separated herself from the other Doctor and was now standing between them both. He reached out his hand, and she took it again without hesitation.

"I--were you joking?" he asked quietly, not wanting to pander to their audience.

She bit her lip. "Honestly, I don't know how else it would work," she confessed, just as quietly. "I love you both, and couldn't choose between you. I wouldn't want to. And if I did, one of you would be sad. And jealous. At first, the other Doctor was all for working out this complicated schedule, but I didn't like that idea. The three of us together just seemed the best way. He doesn't object, but I'm not sure if you..." She trailed off, searching his eyes.

"What's wrong with the schedule idea?" he asked, stalling. He'd never been asked to be part of a--a trio before. (Unless he counted Jack, who had propositioned both him and Rose soon after entering the TARDIS, but it was a lot easier to refuse Jack than it was to refuse Rose.) Especially not one involving...himself.

She rolled her eyes, and he heard her mutter, "Same man, just as stupid." Then, louder, she replied, "For one thing, the two of you would argue endlessly over who got me when. I don't want to be argued over like I'm a toy you two have to share, thanks. And I just...don't like the idea of being constrained by a schedule. I want to be able to kiss you and love you--both of you--without worrying who's supposed to have me that day, and I want you two to be able to do the same." She gave him a tentative smile. "If you're not comfortable being with him that way, that's all right. But I love you both, and I want you both, and I want you both to know that I'm not going to choose between you. Could you at least consider it?"

He took a few moments to think about it. She had a point. As uncomfortable as he currently was with the idea of being in a trio with himself, he had to admit he wouldn't want to worry about a schedule whenever he wanted to be with her. But the question now was, could he stand to share her, even with another version of himself? He no longer had to worry about them growing old together and him being the odd man out, but he knew how possessive he could be.

But it didn't really require that much thought, in the end. He knew he would take her any way he could get her. "Suppose we could give it a try," he offered, and was rewarded with that beautiful smile that just lit up her face.

The other Doctor smiled at them both, then turned to the rest of the group. "All right, show's over," he said. "Time for everyone to leave."

"What, without even a kiss?" Jack complained. "I've been waiting to see a kiss!"

The others didn't seem to share his objections, but their conversation was even more terrifying than Jack's voyeurism. "You have to give us a ring before we leave the country," Tegan was telling Liz and Jo. "Grace is here for another three days, and I'm another two. We need to do lunch and share more stories while we're all together."

"Hey, am I invited?" Jack asked, in his most charming voice.

The four women turned to consider him, looking him up and down. He grinned and spread his arms, letting them look their fill. Finally, Grace said, "All right, if you can sit still and be decorative enough."

"Decorative is my middle name," Jack assured them.

Jo giggled, then turned to face Rose. "Rose, are you in?" she asked.

"Oh, definitely," she said with a grin. "I already gave you my mobile number, so just give me a call."

The Doctor stared at her. Rose...was going to lunch with his old companions. They were probably going to tell her stories of all the ridiculous things he did when he was younger.

He was suddenly very glad that no one there, not even Jo, his companion at the time, knew about the time he dressed up as a cleaning lady. Rose never would have let that go, especially not after the dinner lady thing. And the way he'd teased her about it. He winced.

"Rose?" he said, trying to make sure his voice didn't do anything funny, like suddenly rise an octave. "Are you sure you want to do that? It's been a long time since we've been together, after all."

Rose grinned at him, as if she knew what he was doing. She reached up and patted his cheek comfortingly. "Time machine," she reminded him. "Plenty of time to get reacquainted with you and get to know them better."

"Yes, but are you sure--"

"Rose, I do believe he doesn't want you to join us," Liz drawled.

"You will inevitably mock me," he pointed out. "I have reason."

"I'll be nice," Rose promised him, but that wasn't very reassuring.

"Just cut him off if he tries to stop you," Grace suggested, smirking.

"Grace!" he squeaked, and she laughed at him.

"Yes, Doctor?" she replied innocently.

He had to admit defeat--he was rarely any good at stopping any one of these women when there was something they wanted to do. Considering how many of them there were now, he was very clearly doomed.

But strangely, he found he actually didn't mind very much. Rose's hand still in his might have something to do with that, though.

"Call me," Rose told them again, likely now seeing that he wasn't going to argue anymore. "I'll definitely see you all again."

Smiling, laughing, and nodding, they agreed. They all gave him hugs, even Jack, and then they left.

And he was alone with the other Doctor, and Rose. Rose, who was finally with him again, and who he no longer had to persuade to choose someone else. He met the eyes of his duplicate, who smiled, obviously understanding what he wanted to do, and inclined his head as if to say go ahead. He smiled in return.

"Well, that's it, then," Rose said, stretching and grinning at him. "Can we go home now?"

Home. She called the TARDIS home. "Just one minute," he said, feeling almost full to bursting with happiness. He had a companion in his head and the woman he adored standing before him. "There's something I have to do first."

Then, before she could say anything else, he drew her into his arms, hugging her tightly. She hugged him back, and in her ear, he whispered, "Rose Tyler, I love you."

She drew back, her eyes wide and surprised, but then they softened. She grabbed him by the lapels, as she had another Doctor on a beach so far away from here, and drew him down to meet her.

He quite happily went.

Date: 2008-08-26 03:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dark-aegis.livejournal.com
Oh, that's brilliant. I love it :) It's a very different take on the post-JE fic and I adore it. Old companions - though I would've loved to see Ace there ;) - and lots of teasing. Just what the Doctor ordered.

And lol at the OT3 at the end. :)

Thank you so much for sharing!

Date: 2008-08-27 02:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rynne.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm really glad you liked it. :) I sort of thought about adding Ace, but she's so ambiguous in that we don't know how or why she stopped traveling with the Doctor, and I wasn't sure what I thought she might be doing now, so I just decided I was fine with the companions I had.

Date: 2008-08-26 03:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wendymr.livejournal.com
Oh, I love this! I reviewed the first chapter on Teaspoon and recced it on my LJ. Saw this crop up here before it was approved on Tsp and rushed to read it.

Sheer brilliance! It's not crackfic, just really, really good humour, and also some straight talking for the Doctor. And you fixed Donna! You made her completely brilliant and she fixed herself and then flew his TARDIS and did all sorts of stuff he's too thick to do. Brilliant.

Loved this:

"We don't need to go there, thanks," Mickey said, pulling a disgusted face.

"Aww, why not? I wouldn't mind having 'em both," Rose said playfully. "Watching, too." Her tongue appeared at the corner of her mouth, and the Doctor stared at it. Oh, he'd missed her tongue. He was so fascinated with it that he'd almost missed her implications, and Jack's. When he realized what they were suggesting, his eyes widened.

"Rose!" he yelped. "Not even my ego's that big, thanks!"


Wanna bet?

And, of course, this:
He was suddenly very glad that no one there, not even Jo, his companion at the time, knew about the time he dressed up as a cleaning lady. Rose never would have let that go, especially not after the dinner lady thing. And the way he teased her about it. He winced.

Pertwee reference FTW! I love the women planning to get together - and of course the Doctor's terrified.

Brilliant. One of my favourite post-JE fics - and, considering I've almost stopped reading post-JE fics because there's just so many of them around, that's saying a lot.

Date: 2008-08-27 03:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rynne.livejournal.com
Thank you for all the very lovely comments, here and on Teaspoon and in your rec! I'm very flattered. :)

I'm especially glad you thought it was good humor--I don't write humor very often, so it's always nice to see that people think I can be funny.

And you fixed Donna! You made her completely brilliant and she fixed herself and then flew his TARDIS and did all sorts of stuff he's too thick to do. Brilliant.

Doing things he's to thick to do is sort of Donna's job, when you come right down to it. :p I'm glad you liked the way I fixed her. :)

Pertwee reference FTW!

That bit of The Green Death might very well be one of my favorite bits of all Classic Who. How much more brilliant can you get than Three sneaking around dressed as a cleaning lady? :p

Also: Wanna bet?

Heh. I tentatively have more fics planned for this universe, and the Doctor will discover that yes, his ego is indeed that big. *g*

Again, thank you! :)

Date: 2008-08-29 11:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wendymr.livejournal.com
I tentatively have more fics planned for this universe, and the Doctor will discover that yes, his ego is indeed that big. *g*

*jumps up and down and dances madly*

Date: 2008-08-26 06:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] electrictoes.livejournal.com
Oh, adored it.

Date: 2008-08-27 03:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rynne.livejournal.com
I'm glad! Thanks. :)

Date: 2008-08-26 10:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kakinou.livejournal.com
This was great really! Threesome should definitly be canon ^-^
Thanks for posting!

Date: 2008-08-27 03:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rynne.livejournal.com
Hee, I wouldn't have objected if this trio were canon. Thanks!

Date: 2008-08-26 02:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] catsfiction.livejournal.com
Oh, this is a joy. It's hard to see how post-JE could ever be done better. In particular I enjoyed Donna's cleverness and her inspired solution. I don't often feel the threesome scenario with the two Doctors stands a chance but I think you managed to convince me - and it was great the way Rose and Other Doctor worked out so much without having to consult the High, Mighty and All-Knowing Original.

I'd thoroughly enjoy more in the same vein!

Date: 2008-08-27 03:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rynne.livejournal.com
Thank you--I'm very flattered. :)

I don't often feel the threesome scenario with the two Doctors stands a chance but I think you managed to convince me - and it was great the way Rose and Other Doctor worked out so much without having to consult the High, Mighty and All-Knowing Original.

Well, this was a humor fic, so I thought it'd be better to have them present things basically as a fait accompli to circumvent all the struggling that would otherwise have happened. :p I'm quite pleased I sitll managed to be convincing!

I actually tentatively have more planned for this universe as well. :)

Date: 2008-08-26 08:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 16s16.livejournal.com
That was awesome!

Date: 2008-08-27 03:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rynne.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2008-08-26 09:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] helygen.livejournal.com
Aaah this is adorable. I love how you've brought in his old friends, and found a great way of bringing the two Doctors and Rose and Donna back together again. Fantastic!

Date: 2008-08-27 03:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rynne.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

Date: 2008-09-20 04:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melwicker.livejournal.com
Yay!! Rose/Ten/Ten2 is now my one true threesome pairing! I love this.

Date: 2008-10-10 05:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rynne.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm inordinately fond of this threesome myself. *g*

Date: 2011-10-18 05:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] healer-twilight.livejournal.com
Fantastic. I adore fics where New Who meets Old Who, and I love your explaination of TenII having a longer lifespan (not only longer, regenerations too!).

When I saw the end of JE the first (of many) 'WTF' question that popped into my head, was to wonder why, just because he was half human, would the Duplicate Doctor have a human lifespan. Doesn't make much sense to be, but then again, canon never seems to make as much sense as fanon.

I also love how you gave him his own distinct personality, and a change of clothes, even if it's a bergundy thing. *G* But the Doctor has NO room to judge, fashion wise. Six's 'A rainbow vomited on me' coat comes to mind, along with fives decorative vegetable.

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