Author's Note: Hola! Told you I'd update sooner! I am so excited to present to you the first installment of "Father's Day"! Where we get to see a little bratty Rose, and how the Drifter behaves in this manner. Let me tell you, the Drifter is not having any of this foolishness ;). She will be told off by the Drifter, but in the second chapter of the episode. Before we get this started, let's see some responses to reviews:

NicoleR85: Thanks so much! You're appreciated!

bored411: Glad you liked that little moment between the Doctor and the Drifter! Sooner or later, the Drifter's bound to loosen up in the incoming episodes so I think that little chat will help her a lot to get through the days ahead of her. Also, I'm a bit excited for Jack as much as you are, so stay tuned for that.

time-twilight: Thanks! As for series 2, I have said before that we wouldn't see Rose being blown out jealous of the Drifter because she wouldn't have something to be jealous for, as the Drifter and the Doctor won't have any romantic relationships for Rose to see, but she will be a bit bratty in series 2, especially when it comes to "School Reunion", and we will see glimpses of Rose in love, maybe leading to a little discreet jealousy. But overall, they will have a pretty close relationship in series 2. Oh, and by the way you might see Rose and the Drifter's friendship almost come to a painful ending at the end of series 4, where Rose will find out about the Doctor and the Drifter's new romantic relationship. But I have a devised a scene towards the end of "Journey's End" where Rose and the Drifter have a heart to heart talk, where they will reconcile and end on good terms. And as for "Father's Day"... spoilers. ;)

Alrighty then, here we go! I don't own Doctor Who as it belongs to the BBC.

Prisoner of War

Chapter 5: Father's Day: Resurrection

Amy Dumas as the 7th Drifter

Rose was sitting in the captain's chair while the Doctor was walking around the console, pressing buttons, particularly getting for the next adventure in store for them, while the Drifter was making a few custom adjustments to her gadget that she and the Doctor call a "sonic screwdriver". Rose grown to love the Drifter's take no nonsense attitude, and how she would take note of the Doctor's goofy antics. She was just as smart as the Doctor and was always one step ahead of him. She was also so full of style, she was wearing a white tank top, with a black leather jacket worn over it, faded blue jeans and black sneakers, while the Doctor wore the same black outfit everyday. Rose especially loved the outfit she wore during the trip on Satellite Five.

But what she didn't like about the Drifter was how she was so serious all the time, worse than the Doctor, and how she would never have a little fun in her life. She would crack a few jokes at the Doctor's expense, and Rose loved it when the two of them bickered or argued, because it was so hilarious and entertaining. Rose knew that being tortured and held prisoner in a chamber for fifty years was very depressing, but that was the past, the Drifter just needs to move on, focus on the future, and stop worrying, because her and the Doctor are here for her. She needs to loosen up and have a little fun in the trips they go on.

The Drifter's attitude was the least of her problems now, she had something in her mind that she needed to tell the Doctor and the Drifter, she just didn't know how to say it, she didn't know how they would react. The Drifter noticed Rose, sitting in the captain's chair, probably noticing the look on Rose's face. She got up from the floor, put her sonic screwdriver in her pocket, and walked over to Rose, sitting down next to her. She gave Rose a small smile before saying,

"You look like you have something on your mind."

"I do, but I don't know how you guys would react to this," Rose sighed.

"Well, then what's the matter?" the Drifter asked, prompting the Doctor to leave the console to come over to where the two girls were.

Rose took a deep breath before explaining to the time lords, "Peter Alan Tyler, my dad. The most wonderful man in the world. Born the 15th of September, 1954.

Six year old Rose peeked into her mother's room, where she was sitting in bed looking through a photo album of old photographs. She turned the page to see a photograph of a laughing man with thinning hair. Her mother noticed a curious Rose standing and waved her over.

"Come here, Rose," Jackie, her mother called her over softly. "Come here." She patted the space next to her. Little Rose walked over to her mother and clambered up on the bed to join her.

She pointed to the picture of Rose's deceased father. "Who's that?" she asked. "It's your daddy. You weren't old enough to remember when he died. 1987, 7th of November. Do you remember what I told you? The day that Stuart Hoskins and Sarah Clarke got married. He was always having adventures. Oh, he would have loved to have seen you now," Jackie said, sighing wistfully.

Rose's head hung in sadness, while the Drifter had an arm around Rose's shoulders, while the Doctor looked at Rose with pity.

"That's what Mum always says," Rose sighed sadly. She lifted her head to look at the Doctor. "So I was thinking, could we... could we go and see my dad when he was still alive?"

"Where's this come from, all of a sudden?" the Doctor asked, a bit reluctant after that stunt that Adam pulled the other day.

"All right then," Rose grumbled. "If we can't, if it goes against the laws of times or something, then never mind, just leave it."

"No, I can do anything," the Doctor replied, shaking his head.

"We're just worried about you, that's all," the Drifter added.

At this point, Rose's mind has been made up. "I wanna see him," she replied.

The Doctor hesitated but nodded. "Your wish is my command," he finally said, making Rose's face light up. "But be careful what you wish for."

He turned to set the coordinates, when the Drifter went to his side, a look of worry apparent on her face.

"Doctor, are you sure about this?" the Drifter whispered.

"How bad could it be?" the Doctor shrugged.

"Really bad," the Drifter replied, remembering all too well about a past travel, in her second incarnation where one of her companions, Mary Alice, who was orphaned at a very young age, wanted to see her parents. The Drifter was very hesitant about this, but Jackson, another companion on board with the Drifter and Mary Alice at the time egged the Drifter on, which led her to give in and grant Mary Alice's wishes, which also led to the chronovores being released. It was a horrible time for all three of them, and it still haunts the Drifter to this day.

"We'll just have to wait and see," the Doctor simply said. "Rose wouldn't do anything stupid, I promise you."

"Ok, if you say so," the Drifter sighed, the worry still there in her voice.

In a local registry office, the Doctor, the Drifter, and Rose attended Jackie and Pete's wedding, sitting in the back row, while the couple exchanged vows.

"I, Peter Alan Tyler, take you, Jacqueline Angela Suzette Prentice..." the registrar said for Pete to recite.

"I, Peter Alan Tyler, take you, Jacqueline Suzanne...Suzette...Anita," Pete messed up the line, his nervousness apparent in the look on his face.

Jackie rolled her eyes at this. "Oh, just carry on. It's good enough for Lady Di," she groaned.

The Doctor smiled down at Rose, who was watching the service with intent. "I thought he'd be taller," she commented.

"He seems as tall as the average man," the Drifter said, squinting her eyes at Pete. "What's your definition of tall?" she asked, making the Doctor smile and shake his head.

"To be my lawful wedded wife, to love and behold till death us do part," the registrar finished.

Jackie sighed as she wrapped an arm around little Rose's shoulders. "He died so close to home," she said sadly.

Rose looked up at her mother solemnly. She didn't know what she was talking about, but she knew it was something bad.

"I wasn't there. Nobody was. It was a hit and run driver. Never found out who. He was dead when the ambulance got there. I only wish there'd been someone there for him," she lamented, making Rose hang her head down in sadness.

"I want to be that someone, so he doesn't die alone," Rose explains to the Doctor and the Drifter in the TARDIS.

"November the 7th?" the Doctor wanted to make sure.

"1987."

The time rotor starts up, as the TARDIS was now on the way to the date of Pete's death. The Drifter then starts to shake, as memories of that fateful adventure was coming back to her. As Rose was sitting in the captain's chair, the Drifter walked up to the Doctor's side to voice her concerns.

"Doctor, you gotta think about this, what if Rose tries to save her father? There's laws against this!" the Drifter whispered. "This won't be good at all, take it from me."

The time rotor cooled off as the TARDIS was materializing. The Doctor gave the Drifter a reassuring smile. "If anything happens, we're bound to find a solution," he replied.

The Drifter took a deep breath, which did no trick to sooth her worry. "Alright," the Drifter simply said.

The TARDIS parked herself between a telephone junction box and a road sign, by park railings, while solemn music was playing in the vicinity of the area in which the TARDIS had materialized. Rose stepped out the TARDIS doors, scanning the place, followed by the Doctor and the Drifter, shutting the door behind them.

"It's so weird," Rose commented. "The day my father died... I thought it'd be all sort of grim and stormy, it's just an ordinary day,"

"The past is another country," the Doctor replied. "1987's just the Isle of Wight."

"Rose, are you really sure about this?" the Drifter asked. "It might be real painful to see your loved one die in front of you."

Rose took a deep breath before replying, "Yeah."

The trio then walked over to stand near the curb of the Powell Estate, waiting with dread on what was really going to happen. There was a pain in the Drifter's stomach, whenever things are tense, or when she's deathly afraid. At this circumstance, it's both tensity and fright.

"This is it...Jordan Road," Rose gulped. "He was late. He'd been to get a wedding present, a vase...Mum always said, that stupid vase," she choked out, trying to stifle her tears. A green van comes around the corner. "He got out of his car..." the car pulled up to the curb. "And crossed the road..." the car stopped. "Oh, God. This is it."

As Pete Tyler, oblivious of what was going to happen to him, gets out of the van, the Doctor takes Rose's hand, the Drifter gripping her other. He gets back in the car to retrieve the vase seated in the passenger seat, and gets back out of the car, not noticing a beige car speeding around the corner. Pete's eyes widened as the car slams into Pete. Rose buried her face in the Doctor's shirt, while the Drifter squeezes her eyes shut as she heard the thud of the collision and vase shattering. The driver shields his face with his arm and keeps going, leaving Pete and the broken vase in the middle of the road. Rose looked up to see Pete's body twitching, as he was trying to move.

"Go to him, quick," the Doctor instructed.

But she was too shocked to move a muscle, as she had just seen her father die in her own eyes.

A bunch of sirens were heard, drawing nearer, while the Doctor, the Drifter, and Rose stood there, backs against the wall, while tears streamed down Rose's face.

"It's too late now," Rose said, her voice broken. "By the time the ambulance got there, he was dead. He can't die on his own."

She turned to the Doctor, "Can I try again?" she asked.

"Rose, I don't think this is a-" the Drifter started.

"Drifter, please!" Rose pleaded through tears.

The Drifter shook her head, about what was going to happen, while the Doctor sighed.

The Doctor, the Drifter and Rose looked around the corner to see themselves by the curbside of Powell Estate, waiting for Pete to come.

"Right, that's the first three of us. It's a very bad idea, two sets of us being here at the same time," the Doctor said lowly, as the Drifter glared at him. "Just be careful they don't see us."

"Wait till she runs off and he follows, then go to your dad," the Drifter added grimly.

Pete parks at the curb, as the trio heard the past Rose breathe out, "Oh, God. This is it."

"I can't do this!" Rose cried.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," the Doctor said. "But this is the last time we can be here."

Rose breathed heavily, almost hyperventilating, before running forward as Pete was getting out of the van.

"Rose! No!" the Drifter shrieked, as Rose dashes past her earlier self and pushes her father out of the path of the beige car, tumbling to the floor. The vase rolls away, unbroken, as the earlier trio vanish. The Drifter was trembling in fright, while the Doctor looked on in utter shock. The Drifter knew with her gut that this was going to happen. She was now reliving the horror of her past adventure with Mary Alice and Jackson, now something was bound to come, probably worse than the chronovores.

"I did it! I saved your life!" Rose cried ecstatically.

"Blimey, did you see the speed of it?" Pete breathed out. "Did you get his number?"

"I really did it," Rose repeated, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, my God, look at you. You're alive! That car was going to kill you!"

"Give me some credit, I did see it coming," Pete replied. "I wasn't going to walk under it, was I?"

"I'm Rose," Rose introduced herself. hoping that Pete would recognize her and make the connection.

"That's a coincidence," Pete smiled. "That's my daughter's name."

"That's a great name," Rose smiled back. "Good choice, well done."

Seconds pass by, as Pete got up from the floor and broke the silence between them.

"Right, I'd better shift," he said. "I've got a wedding to go to."

"Is that Sarah Clarke's wedding?" Rose asked slyly, getting up from the floor.

"Yeah, are you going?"

"...Yeah."

"You, your friend, and your boyfriend need a lift?" Pete asked, gesturing over to the Doctor and the Drifter, who was standing there, the Doctor watching Rose darkly and the Drifter having a look of worry on her face.

"Doctor, I knew something like this was gonna happen," the Drifter said, her voice trembling. She glared up at the Doctor. "Why didn't you listen to me?" she asked angrily.

The Doctor couldn't say anything else, as he stared at Rose and her father, who was waving them over to them. But what was oblivious to them was something with blood red eyesight, watching their every move, flying over South London.

Pete opened the door, allowing Rose, the Doctor, and the Drifter come in. "Right, there we go," Pete welcomed them. "Sorry about the mess. If you want a cup of tea, the kitchens just down there, milk's in the fridge. Well, it would be, wouldn't it. Where else would you put the milk? Mind you, there's always the window sill outside. I always thought if someone invented a window sill with special compartments, you know, one for milk, one for yogurt... make a lot of money out of that," Pete smiled nervously at the trio, making Rose grin from ear to ear. "Sell it to students and things. I should write that down. Anyway, never mind that, excuse me for a minute. Got to go and change."

And at that note, Pete goes to the bedroom, closing the door after him. Rose then took this time to scan the old flat, which was destined to become hers in a matter of years.

"All the stuff mum kept... his stuff. She kept it all packed away in boxes in the cupboard... she used to show me when she'd had a bit to drink." Rose said wistfully, while the Doctor leaned on the doorframe not saying anything, while the Drifter sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, playing with her fingers nervously.

"Here it is, on display, where it should be," Rose declared, while the Doctor stared at Rose angrily. "Third prize at the bowling. First two got to go to Didcot." Rose then noticed bottles of liquid stored at the bottom of the shelves. "Health drinks. Tonics, Mum used to call them. He made his money selling this Vitex stuff. He had all sorts of jobs. He was so clever."

The Doctor and the Drifter still didn't say a word,

Rose then spotted blueprints on the wall. "Solar power. Mum said he was going to do this. Now he can," Rose sighed happily. She turned to the Doctor, who was incensed with her. "Okay, look, I'll tell him you're not my boyfriend," Rose simply said.

"When we met, I said travel with me in space," the Doctor muttered suspiciously. "You said no. Then I said time machine."

"It wasn't some big plan," Rose protested. "I just saw it happening and I thought, I can stop it."

"I did it again. I picked another stupid ape," the Doctor shook his head angrily.

"Doctor..." the Drifter warned, getting up from her seat.

The Doctor held up his hand motioning for the Drifter to stop. "I should've known. It's not about showing you the universe. It never is. It's about the universe doing something for you."

"So it's okay when you go to other times, and you save people's lives, but not when it's me saving my dad?" Rose retorted.

"I know what I'm doing, you don't!" the Doctor argued.

"Rose, two sets of us being there made that a vulnerable point," the Drifter added meekly, her experience in time travel showing. And she knew that two versions of them would almost create a paradox, which made the Drifter more nervous. And she never felt more angry at the Doctor for not listening to her.

"But he's alive!" Rose countered.

"Our entire planet died!" the Doctor retorted, making the Drifter flinch. "My whole family, the Drifter's family. Do you think it never occurred to us to go back and save them?"

"But it's not like I've changed history," Rose replied. "Not much. I mean he's never going to be a world leader. He's not going to start World War Three or anything."

"Rose, that's not the point," the Drifter sighed.

"OK, then, what's the point?"

"The point is that a man who is supposed to be dead at this moment is alive."

"An ordinary man," the Doctor added. "That's the most important thing in creation. The whole world's different because he's alive."

"What, would you rather him dead?" Rose asked, her voice raised, very offended of what he just said.

"We're not saying that!" the Doctor said, exasperated at the fact Rose was trying to pin something on him.

"Rose," the Drifter started, standing in between an angry Doctor and Rose. "We would never wish death upon anyone. All we're trying to say is that once someone prevents an ordinary person, like your father, from reaching their destiny that had already occurred, bad things happen. Now, what you've just done, was prevent your father from reaching his destiny, which with all due respect, is death," she explained carefully, making Rose fight back tears.

"Now, I know you love your father, and seeing him die is traumatizing enough, not to mention that you would love to have him in your life, but that's just the way it is, it's what time wants, and you cannot remake the past, take it from me," the Drifter continued solemnly.

Rose was bit frightened of what the Drifter just said to her, but nothing's happening now, her father is alive and well and nothing else matters. Crossing her arms rather stubbornly, she said to the time lords,

"You know what, I think it's best that you two ought to leave."

"Rose, you're not thinking this-" the Drifter started warily.

"Right then, we'll leave," the Doctor interrupted coldly. "Let's see how you get on without us. But before we leave, Give me the key." He held out his hand. "The TARDIS key. If our knowledge means nothing to you, give it back."

"All right, I will," Rose replied with the same tone.

She hands over the key, slapping it in his hand, hard.

"You've got what you wanted, so that's goodbye, then," the Doctor simply said, turning on his heel and walked towards the door, the Drifter hesitating, taking one last look at Rose, before following the Doctor.

"You don't scare me," Rose spat out with bravado. "I know how sad you are. You'll be back in a minute, or you'll hang around outside the TARDIS waiting for me. And I'll make you wait a long time!"

As The Doctor and The Drifter left the house, Rose slammed the door behind them furiously. Pete, hearing the commotion from outside, puts his head round the bedroom door.

"Boyfriend trouble?" he asked knowingly.

Rose didn't answer back, as she glared at the door, still incensed.

A fuming Doctor stalked down the street, followed by the Drifter who was incensed at not just Rose deliberately breaking a rule of time, it was about the Doctor not listening to her, despite her experience with adventures like this.

"The nerve of her," the Doctor muttered, "I should have thought twice before bringing her on my ship."

"And you should have thought twice before doing this whole trip in the first place," the Drifter snarled.

The Doctor whirled around to see an angry Drifter crossing her arms. "Excuse me?" he growled.

"I told you once, twice as a matter of fact, that this wasn't a good idea, and to not do this trip, but you just said 'Oh, no, Rose wouldn't do something stupid, I promise you', but she did!" the Drifter retorted.

"Are you pinning this on me now?" the Doctor asked, shocked at what the Drifter just said to him.

"Yes!" the Drifter retorted. "'Cause if I can recall precisely, I told you the story about Mary Alice, her dead parents, and how the chronovores were released, right?"

"Yes, I remember it well," the Doctor replied. "But what the hell does that have to do with what we're dealing with right now?"

"You knew good and well that the humans have little to no impulse control, and we've just seen it with Rose trying to save her father, just like Mary Alice wanted to go back to back after failed attempts to save her parents, not taking no for an answer, allowing the chronovores to nearly feed off the time!" the Drifter said, exasperated. "It's like I'm reliving my mistakes, and you just went along with it, like my experience with time traveling meant nothing to you."

The Doctor just stood there not saying a word, as the Drifter's strong words stung him like bees.

"Now, there's gonna be something out there to create havoc, I just know it," the Drifter says with defeat, looking up at the sky. "Probably worse than the chronovores."

Meanwhile, back at Pete's flat, Rose is putting peanuts strewn on the table back into their bowl. Pete came out of the bedroom, now changed into his wedding suit.

"Excuse me, do you mind?" Pete spoke up, a hint of laughter in his voice. "What're you tidying up for?"

Rose smiled apologetically. "Sorry, force of habit," she replied shyly.

"Listen, don't worry about him," Pete said with a reassuring tone. "Couples have rows all the time."

"We're not a couple!" Rose huffed, sinking herself into the sofa. "Why does everyone think we're a couple? He's not my boyfriend!"

"So... is he your friend's boyfriend?" Pete asked sheepishly.

"No! He's not even her type!" Rose replied loudly, remembering her observations of the time lords, and their differing personalities. "I think they really left me," she said, her voice low, remembering how the Doctor was so mad at her. He had the Drifter as a better companion than her, he didn't need her anymore.

"What, a pretty girl like you?" Pete asked, with a shocked tone. "If I was going out with you-"

"Stop... right there!" Rose shouted, preventing herself from being scarred for life.

"I was just saying-"

"I know what you're saying, and we're not going there," she cried out. "At no point are we going anywhere near there. You aren't even aware that there exists. I don't even want to think about there, and believe me, neither do you. There for you is like... Pfft. It's like the Bermuda Triangle," she finished her ramble, leaving Pete flustered.

"Blimey," he chuckled. "You know how to flatter a bloke.

Rose jumped up to her feet, grabbing her coat. "Right, are we off?" she urged, offering Pete her arm.

Pete looked at her arm hesitantly. "So, that wouldn't be a mixed signal at all?"

"Absolutely not."

Pete sighed as he took hold of Rose's arm. "I'll take you back to the loony bin where you belong," he said. "Except I'm sure I've met you somewhere before..." he trailed off, as he shut the door behind him.

With utter silence, The Doctor and The Drifter were outside the TARDIS when they look up for a moment. While the Drifter still looked up at the sky with dread, the Doctor unlocked the doors and opens them to reveal an empty police telephone box, much to the Doctor's horror. The TARDIS interior is missing.

"Uh, Drifter," the Doctor called shakily. "You were right."

The Drifter turned to see the Doctor, a worried look on his face. "About what?" she asked.

He pointed to the TARDIS, with dread. She walked over to the TARDIS to take a look. As soon as she saw the empty Police Box, she felt her hearts plunge into her stomach, realizing the main cause of this.

"Doctor, it's the Reapers!" she whispered with fright.

"Never thought I'd ever finally face them," the Doctor commented.

Another realization hit them like a ton of bricks, the only person that would allow this to happen.

"Rose!" The Doctor and The Drifter said in unison, scrambling to find her before anything else happens.

"I met this bloke at the horse's, and he's cutting me in on copyright," Pete said about his inventions and business, while driving him and Rose to the wedding.

"But I thought you were a proper businessman and that," Rose said, confused.

Pete laughed. "I wish!" he scoffed. "Oh, I do a bit of this, a bit of that. I scrape by."

"Right, so I must've heard wrong," Rose said, blushing with embarrassment. "So, really... you're a bit of a Del Boy?"

"Oh, shoot me down in flames. You're not related to my wife by any chance, are you?"

Rose's eyes widened at the sudden realization. "Oh, my God, she's going to be at the wedding," she whispered in shock.

"What, Jackie? Do you know her?"

"Uh, sort of."

"What's she told you about me, then?" Pete asked, curiously.

"She said she'd picked the most fantastic man in the world," Rose smiled dreamily.

Pete snorted. "Must be a different Jackie, then," he said bitterly. "She'd never say that."

He turned on the radio, steadily blasting rap music. "This stuff goes right over my head," he said with distaste about the music.

"That's not out yet," Rose muttered, confused, as she recognized that song.

"It's a good job and all," Pete said with grimace.

"I'm just going to check my messages," Rose said, taking out her cell phone.

"How d'you mean, messages? Is that a phone?" he asked, confused.

"Yeah..." Rose replied, holding the phone up to her ear. But the only thing that she heard being repeated over and over again was a man's voice saying,

"Watson, come here. I need you."

Now, the car that should have killed Pete is behind them. As Pete turns a corner, it drives straight on, then the driver held his hands over his eyes as the car vanishes in thin air.

As Pete turned the corner to where the church was. The beige car suddenly appears and drives towards them.

"Dad!" Rose gasped, seeing the car.

Pete swerves into the curb, trying to avoid it, honking his horn. Pete turned around to see the car speeding off, while Rose hadn't moved, severely shaken.

"It's that car," Pete said, flustered. "Same one as before."

He got out the car, while Rose followed suit, taking a look around his surroundings.

"It was right in front of us, where's he gone?" Just then, he realized something. "You called me Dad," he said. "What'd you say that for?"

"Oh, wonderful," a woman's voice called. Pete and Rose turned to see younger Jackie walking up to them, with a carry cot. Rose gaped at her 80's appearance. "Here he is, the accident waiting to happen. You'd be late for your own funeral and it nearly was!"

"No damage done," Pete sighed, dusting himself off.

"And who's this?" Jackie looked at Rose up and down. "What're you looking at with your mouth open?" she snapped at Rose.

"Your hair," Rose breathed out.

"What?!"

"I've never seen it like... I mean, it's lovely, your hair's lovely," Rose stammered out, trying to avoid getting her mother more upset. "And that baby you're holding," she gestured, to the infant in the cot, that would her as a baby. "That would be your baby."

"Another one of yours, is she?" Jackie asked accusingly.

"She saved my life!" Pete protested.

"Oh, that's a new one," Jackie scoffed. "What was it last time?"

"I didn't even know her," Pete rolled her eyes. "She was a cloakroom attendant. I was helping her look for my ticket. There were three duffel coats all the same. Somehow the rack collapsed. We were under all this stuff."

"Were you playing around?" Rose asked, shocked at her father's apparent behavior.

"What's it got to do with you what he gets up to?" Jackie sneered at Rose.

"What does he get up to?"

"You'd know!"

"Oh, 'cos I'm that stupid," Pete snorted. "I play around and I bring her to meet the missus," he chuckled bitterly. "You silly cow."

"But you are that stupid," Jackie retorted.

"Can we keep this stuff back home just for now?"

"What, with the rest of the rubbish?" Jackie asked bitterly. "You bring home cut-price detergents, tonic water, Betamax tapes and none of it works. I'm drowning in your rubbish." Jackie turned to Rose. "What did he tell you? Did he say he's this big businessman, 'cos he's not. He's a failure. Born failure, that one. Rose needs a proper father, not one who's flannelling about like some big kid."

"Jackie, I'm making a living, it keeps us fed, don't it?"

"Stop it!" Rose shouted, making the argument between her parents cease. "You're not like this, you love each other."

"Oh, Pete," Jackie said, mocking pity. "You never used to like them mental. Or I don't know, maybe you did."

"Jackie, wait, just listen," Pete protested.

"If you're not careful, there'll be a wedding and a divorce on the same day!"

And with that, Jackie stormed off with baby Rose in the carry cot, leaving Rose and Pete together.

"Wait here, give us a couple of minutes with the missus," Pete said. "Tell you what, straighten the car up. Stick it round the corner or something. Don't cause any more trouble."

At that note, Pete takes the vase, gives Rose his car keys, and hurried after Jackie, leaving Rose with tears welling in her eyes, at the fact that her parents' relationship was more rocky than perfect.

A/N: Alrighty then, that's one chapter done! I hope you liked the argument between the Doctor and the Drifter! I got the idea of having the chronovores mentioned in this chapter from another time lady fic that I've read on this site, and the Classic Who junkie in me sparked, to expand on it, by having the chronovores appear in a memory of the Drifter's past adventures during the Classic Who era, about one of her companions having a similar desire as Rose's, thus breaking a law of time and having the chronovores released. I believe they first appeared in a Third Doctor story, I don't remember which, but feel free to let me know in your reviews. Anyway, the next chapter's where we'll see things get really interesting. I can't wait to post that one, so stay tuned for that, and please review!