| Date: 12 January 2008
Characters: Jamie Tyler, Martha Jones Location: coffee shop, outside Link to IJ: thread #33869 |
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 "It really is kind of creepy," Martha agreed, readily diverted from the point. Then she took in the rest of Jamie's words - or at least, some of them. "Jack? Our Jack? Jack's your dad?" |
 "Not your Jack, not if he has a hand. " Jamie shook his head, "And technically, more like he's my mom but. Yes." |
| "How? How can Jack be your mum?" |
| "Well, when a man loves..." Jamie began. |
| "Oh, God, no." Martha rolled her eyes. "I mean, come on. Jack's a man. I mean, isn't he? So he doesn't have the right bits to be your mum." Lack of a uterus would be a serious problem. |
| "...You're assuming Jack's completely human, aren't you?" |
| Her eyes widened, and she caught her breath, grinning. Now this was real information. "No way! He said he was human!" Or he'd let her think so, anyway. |
| He whobbled a hand, "Let's say mostly." |
| "And the not-mostly?" |
| "Oh like. ((%." |
| "But what's the other percent?" |
| "I didn't ask," Jamie said politely. |
| "What, never?" The remaining coffee was cold. Martha wrinkled her nose, and drank it anyway. |
| "Sorta rude, innit?" he smiled mischeviously. |
| "Oh, come on. I've never known Jack to consider anything too rude to ask about." Except...he never exactly answered. |
| "Just because he doesn't think it's rude, doesn't mean I can't." |
| Martha opened her mouth to argue that, then shut it again. Firmly put in her place. |
| He grinned at her, "I had a strict nanny." |
| "Jack was your mum and you had a nanny?" Still getting past Jack-as-a-parent. But Jack hiring a nanny? She was either going to explode from overload or collapse into giggles at any moment. |
| "He couldn't be there all the time." |
| "When was this?" Yeah, she's curious. |
| He squinted a bit, "I think I had a nanny from...!*^@ to !*&#?" |
| Still processing. Which meant that her jaw dropped open before she could stop it, and Martha frankly gaped before stopping herself, putting a hand up to her mouth to cover, shaking her head and blushing. "Sorry. Sorry, I didn't...wow. I guess the aging well thing's inherited too, right?" |
| He grinned at her, "Nah, other side." |
| "So what is the other side? Some kind of ever-young alien thing?" ...yeah, she had no clue. |
| He tapped his nose, "Something like that, yeah." |
| "No. No, stop dancing around, just tell me." |
| "Gallifreian." |
| She blinked, thought hard, went back to memory of how the Doctor and Jack had acted around each other, and made the connections. "I think I travelled with your dad. Both of them. I mean. Your parents." Gender really wasn't designed to cope with same sex parenthood on Earth. |
| "Really?" he frowned a bit, "You don't look like Rose." |
| She couldn't help it. She flinched. "I'm not," she said, tightly. "I was after Rose." |
| "My dad's not traveled with the Doctor after Rose," he said, studying her. |
| "The Jack I knew did. I mean, the Doctor wasn't exactly planning on it." She rolled her eyes a little, and tried to shake tension from her shoulders. |
| "Tell me about? Maybe it's just not happened yet." |
| "We'd just...I can't even remember. But we stopped in Cardiff to fuel up the TARDIS, and next thing I know, the Doctor's all 'oh, must go, nice to be here, off we go' and she went crazy. I mean, swinging around all over the place, not responding..." She gestured with her hands in demonstration, head tilting and grinning in memory. "And when we finally stopped, there was Jack. Clinging to the outside. And he'd sent us to the end of the universe." |
| "My dad did that?" he looked confused. "Hasn't. Happened yet for me. Maybe it will." |
| "I don't think he meant to. It was just the TARDIS freaking out over his whole, you know. Time thing." |
| "See, I've always found that comforting." Jamie knew exactly what she meant though. |
| She shrugged. "I don't get it. I mean, I know, human, not time sensitive or whatever, but it's just Jack, he's...I mean. I can't imagine him anyhow except how he is." |
| "Exactly. I mean." He shrugged, 'I don't know. It's hard to explain how he feels but. It shouldn't have scared the TARDIS like that." He tilted his head, "How long have you been traveling with the Doctor?" |
| She screwed up her face, and thought hard. "It's kind of hard to tell. I think about a year? And then exactly a year not travelling with him before we...yeah. And then I went back to school." |
| "Doctor Martha Jones," he nodded, grinning. |
| "That's right!" she grinned, glad not to be trying to explain that year. "How about you, Jamie? What do you do when you're not stuck outside time and space?" |
| "Write science fiction," he said promptly. |
| She stared for a moment, and then burst out laughing. "Oh, God, really? That's perfect." |
| He rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly. |
| "Seriously?" |
| "Well. It's fun." He tilted his head, "James Monavie? John Tyler, Jamie Harkness, Joe Boe. Pen names." |
| She thought, and then shook her head. "Not in my timeline, obviously. But that's brilliant." |
| "It's fun," he grinned a bit. |
| "I bet it is," she said warmly. |
| "Come on, Doctor Martha Jones. I should take you for a stroll." He offered her his arm. |
| "You should," she agreed, and took his arm. "Come on, Mr. Monavie Tyler Harkness Boe. Let's explore." |