Once again, a huge thanks to Susan of Southern for her constructive criticisms. Also, thanks to The Bad Wolf Rises Again for continuously reviewing! I really do appreciate it. I'm sorry that my chapter aren't really A-game, I've been writing them late at night. I have a lot of homework, and i have a dance exam coming up (bites fingernails)! I'm trying as hard as I can to write, but I also have an audition coming coming up (I am not going to state the name of the show, as I may get sued- that would suck), and I do not own that show either, despite not having named it here. Oh! I forgot to mention, I DO NOT OWN THE DOCTOR OF THE WHO. As much as I wish I did. I put a disclaimer in the summaries, so BBC cannot sue me. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!

Also, I'm pretty much making up ages here. Jack's regular age was 24. Don't kill me.

"It's not funny, guys. What am I supposed to do?"

The Doctor and six-year old Rose were rolling around on the floor laughing at Jack, who was trying to make his twenty-four year old clothes fit on his ten year old body. Currently, his white t-shirts were turning into sweaters, and his jeans were dragging behind him as he paced around the room.

"Rose! Stop laughing! You're gonna have the same problem!"

At that Rose ceased her laughter immediately and her lower lip started to quiver.

"Jack, see what you've done?"

Rose turned to the Doctor.

"I'm not actually sad, Doctor. I know we can just go shopping. Just everything makes this body cry."

The Doctor pulled Rose in for a hug, and Rose did not fight it. Meanwhile, Jack was struggling to pull his clothes off.

"Guys? I think I'm trapped."

Through tears, Rose giggled, and ran over to Jack.

"Doctor, I can't find his head!"

Rose started to tear up again, but this time because she was laughing so hard at the little boy who was being strangled by his own shirt.

The Doctor walked over to Jack and lifted up his sleeves, pulling the shirt off easily. At that, Jack covered himself up.

"Oh, when did you become self conscious about showing some skin?"

"When I got turned into a ten year old, that's when!" Jack snarled at the Doctor.

The boy ran over to his closet in search of something that might fit. Meanwhile, Rose was wearing her skirt as a dress. She shrugged.

"What? I had to improvise!"

On impulse, the Doctor lifted Rose up. That was something you were supposed to do to a kid, right? Right, unless said kid is a twenty year old Rose Tyler.

"Doctor! Doctor, no, put me down, now!"

"OUCH!" The Doctor screamed, and dropped Rose to the floor. She ran into the hallway.

"Rose! Rose! We need to talk about this! You can't bite your way out of every problem!"

But it was too late. The girl had already run into her room and closed the door, and the Doctor was getting a bruise on his arm where Rose had bit him. He heard a quiet "Sorry" come from the hallway, but that was all. The Doctor smiled. Maybe he'd have some fun re-raising these two. But then another thought formed. He would have to tell Jackie. He ran his hand through his hair worriedly, and dashed down the hall to Rose's room. He knocked on her door, and then opened it. He saw Rose standing next to her bed, holding her mobile with her eyes wide.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" The two of them asked each other in unison. Simultaneously, the two answered each other.

"We're gonna have to tell your mother."

"We should get some chips- Oh, yeah, mum, that's what I was thinking."

The Doctor gave a weak smile, and ran his hand through his already messy hair once more.

"Rose, she's gonna murder me. She will take a butcher knife, and use up the rest of my regenerations. I'm gonna die. I'm really gonna die."

"Doctor, you're not gonna die."

"Really? Really, you think so?" The Doctor said sarcastically. "Because I remember the last time you said I 'wasn't gonna die' I got threatened by your mother! With a teacup! A very heavy teacup, at that. She gonna think that we-! Never mind, forget that."

Rose cocked her head to the side and frowned.

"Huh?"

"She's gonna... No. Not like this."

"What?"

"Not like this, not with you like this!"

"What the bloody hell are you saying, Doctor?!"

"She's gonna think we shagged and I got you pregnant!"

Rose gasped and stepped backwards.

"What the hell, Doctor?"

The Doctor absentmindedly ran his hand through his hair... again.

"Well, I mean, you look like you, and, well, it's pretty logical."

"More logical than the truth?"

"Well, who's gonna believe you? You're six!"

Rose stared at him and began to weep. All the Doctor could think was, What has gotten into me lately? I'm so rude! And to a six year old!

"Rose, I am so sorry. That's not how I meant for it to come out."

Rose turned so that her back was facing the Doctor.

"Maybe you should go, Doctor."

The Doctor nodded, albeit that fact that Rose couldn't see him.

"You can't call your mum, Rose."

Rose turned to face him again, with tears in her eyes.

"And just why not?"

The Doctor breathed deeply, trying to subconsciously calm the girl down. It wasn't working.

"You sound... like a six year old."

Rose breathed sharply, and put down her phone.

"Good bye, Doctor."

The Doctor slowly backed towards the door, but crashed into Jack, who had been listening in on their conversation.

"If it helps," Jack started. "I'd like to meet your mother, Rose."

Rose groaned and flopped onto her bed, face first into a pillow. She was not excited to face her mother. In fact, the only person that was excited to see Jackie Tyler was Jack.

SQUEAL! Can't wait to write Jackie Tyler! She's so funny. I actually see a whole lot of Donna Noble in her, if you ask me. Now, I have to go write out a list of jokes that I want to use in Jackie's chapter. Yes, I actually do that. Now go home.