CHAPTER THREE:
THE DOCTOR DANCES

LONDON, ENGLAND
EARTH
1941

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"GO TO YOUR ROOM," The Doctor ordered loudly. Penny's head whipped in his direction, confusion filling her face. What was he doing?

The patients stood still.

Penny exchanged a look with Rose, squeezing her hand tighter.

"Go to your room," he repeated firmly. "I mean it. I'm very, very angry with you. I am very, very cross. Go to your room!"

The patients stood still for a moment before they all turned and clambered back into bed.

"I'm really glad that worked. Those would have been terrible last words."

Penny snorted, looking at him in amusement. "Imagine getting that on your headstone," she joked, and he grinned over at her.

"Why are they all wearing gas masks?" Rose asked, dropping Penny's hand and sitting next to a patient.

"They're not," Jack explained, legs kicked up on a table. "Those masks are flesh and bone."

"It's very morbid when you think about it," Penny adds thoughtfully. Jack nods in agreement.

"How was your con supposed to work?" The Doctor crosses his arms, a hard look on his face.

"Simple enough, really. Find some harmless piece of space junk, let the nearest Time Agent track it back to Earth, convince him it's valuable, name a price. When he's put fifty percent up front, oops! A German bomb falls on it, destroys it forever. He never gets to see what he's paid for, never knows he's been had. I buy him a drink with his own money, and we discuss dumb luck. The perfect self-cleaning con."

"Yeah," the Doctor scoffs. "Perfect."

"The London Blitz is great for self-cleaners. Pompeii's nice if you want to make a vacation of it though, but you've got to set your alarm for volcano day." He laughed at his joke and the Doctor's eyes jaw clenched. "Getting a hint of disapproval."

Penny eyed him in disappointment, her stomach churning at his words. He may be from somewhere else; whether that be the future or some 'Time Agency' but the London Blitz was horrific and real and to use it as con...it didn't sit well with her at all.

"I don't like you," Penny said finally, eyes settling on his face. "This is real life that's happening to London. The world. Maybe for you it's years in the past or it's not relevant but here and now, my best friend is risking his life. My brother is about to risk his. And you're running a con as if it's some sort of bonus to have the bombs destroying everyone's lives. You disgust me, Jack Harkness."

Jack opened his mouth to say something in defense but at her stern gaze he sighed, looking away. Good. She hoped he sat on his choices for a while and made better decisions in the future.

"Take a look around the room," the Doctor said, waving his arms around. "This is what your harmless piece of space-junk did."

"It was a burnt-out medical transporter," Jack defended It was empty."

"Rose," the Doctor nodded his head, turning to the exit.

"Are we getting out of here?" She questioned.

"We're going upstairs." He glanced to Penny. "Penelope, you come too."

Penny half-shrugged in response.

"I even programmed the flight computer so it wouldn't land on anything living," Jack spoke up again. "I harmed no-one. I don't know what's happening here, but believe me, I had nothing to do with it."

"I'll tell you what's happening," the Doctor scowled. "You forgot to set your alarm clock. It's volcano day."

As if on cue, sirens blared around London, pronouncing all clear.

"What's that?" Rose asked.

"The all-clear," Jack and Penny said together.

The Doctor shook his head. "I wish."

—

The Doctor grabbed Penny's hand and the pair raced down the hall, and upstairs, Rose and Jack following behind. 

"Mr. Spock!" Jack shouted. 

"Doctor!" Rose called after them.

Penny and the Doctor poked their heads down from the top of the staircase. 

"Have you got a blaster?" The Doctor asked. 

"Sure," Jack nodded, panting, as the pair rushed up after them. 

The Doctor led them down another hall to a metal door with the letters 802 printed neatly. 

"The night your space junk landed, someone was hurt," the Doctor informed Jack. "This is where they were taken."

"What happened?" Rose asked. 

"Let's find out," the Doctor stated. "Get it open." He pointed at the door, nodding to Jack. 

Jack aimed his blaster at the entrance of the door and Penny watched with wide eyes as a blue beam shot from it, melting the lock completely. 

"Holy mackerel!" Penny exclaimed. "What is that made of?" She asked in awe. "I've never seen anything like it before. Sorry," she looked to Jack. "I know you're from the future and all, but this is mighty crazy."

Jack smiled down at her, shaking his head. 

"Sonic blaster," the Doctor informed Penny. "Fifty-first century. Weapon factories of Villengard."

"You've been to the factories?" Jack asked. 

"Once," the Doctor nodded, taking the blaster in his hands. Penny peeked over his shoulder to get a closer look at the weapon. 

"They're gone now," Jack shrugged. "Destroyed. Main reactor went critical, vaporized the lot."

"Like I said," the Doctor nodded. "Once." He grinned. "There's a banana grove there now," he looked to Rose. "I like bananas. Bananas are good."

"Nice blast pattern," Rose commented as she followed the Doctor into the room. 

"Digital," Jack supplied, looking to Penny. "God, you're so familiar. Why do I know your face?"

Penny shrugged. "I don't know." She answered, walking after the Doctor and Rose. 

Jack turned on the lights as he entered behind Penny, and they all looked up to see a shattered window, broken record player, toppled over equipment. It was a mess. 

"What do you think?" The Doctor asked them all. 

"Something got out of here," Jack looked around. 

"Yeah," the Doctor nodded. "And?"

"Something powerful," Jack shrugged. "Angry."

The Doctor looked to the glass again. "Powerful and angry," he repeated. 

Penny smiled up at him, wanting to lighten the dark look on his face. "That's what people say about me when I'm hungry. I have a surprisingly strong grip." Especially now with the super soldier serum in her veins. 

The Doctor didn't reply, but looked down at her, a small smile at his lips. She was growing on him. She knew it. The Doctor turned back to the table, examining the equipment and Penny walked into the next room after Jack. 

"Wait," she stopped Jack, looking around. "Those are...drawings. Like a little kid drew these."

The room was covered in stick figure drawings, the same figure each time; what appeared to be a woman and a little boy. There was a twin sized bed in the corner, a thin mattress and more drawings. 

"A child?" Jack asked in confusion. 

"But," Penny bit her cheek in thought, carefully avoiding the glass littering the floor. "Why would they lock a child up? Unless..." she trailed off, her thoughts drifting. 

Perhaps the child was like her. Was given something — albeit unintentionally — to enhance abilities. Maybe the "ambulance" they were speaking of earlier had somehow interacted with the child? And no one understood how to deal with it or the after-effects properly because it was alien technology. 

"I suppose this explains, 'mummy'," Jack continued. 

Rose scoffed. "How could a child do this?"

"Threw a tantrum," Penny muttered. "Too much power, child mindset, fear. You do the math."

"Do you know where you are?"

The trio looked back to the Doctor, who started the recording playback. 

"Are you my mummy?"

"Are you aware of what's around you? Can you...see?"

"Are you my mummy?"

"What do you want? Do you know..."

"I want my mummy! Are you my mummy? I want my mummy. Are you my mummy? Are you my mummy? Mummy? Mummy?"

"Doctor, I've heard this voice before," Rose pointed to the recording device.

"Me, too," the Doctor agreed. 

"Mummy?"

"Aways 'are you my mummy?' Like he doesn't know."

"Mummy!"

"Why doesn't he know?" She asked, looking at the other three.

"Are you there, Mummy? Mummy?"

Penny thought for a moment, lips pursing at the tape player. Maybe the child couldn't know? Maybe it wasn't allowed to know? 

"That's a good thought," the Doctor pointed to her. 

Penny blinked, realizing she'd said something aloud. "What was?" She asked. 

"Lots of reason a child can't know their own mother," the Doctor continued as though she hadn't asked. "But that doesn't stop the child from crying out." He began pacing around the room and Penny's eyes followed him. 

"Mummy? Are you there, Mummy?"

"Can you sense it?" The Doctor asked.

"Sense what?" Rose asked. 

"Coming out of the walls," the Doctor exclaimed, frustration lilting his voice. "Can you feel it?"

Penny placed a hand on the wall, frowning. She wasn't sure if he meant literally or not, but it didn't hurt to try. What was special about the child? About the room? What was he connected to that no one else was? Why could the Doctor sense something they couldn't?

"Funny little human brains," the Doctor mocked them, but Penny didn't let it get to her. "How do you get around in those things?"

She tried to picture herself in the situation of the child. A victim, locked in a room and experimented for another person's agenda. 

"When he's stressed, he likes to insult species," Rose informed Penny and Jack.

"Rose, I'm thinking!" The Doctor exclaimed.

Then it hit her. In a way, Penny was that child. An experiment forced upon her and her brother for the sake of the war, but he'd signed up for it. She didn't have a choice. 

And, by golly, it hurt. 

"Pain," she realized softly. "You can feel pain in this room."

"He cuts himself shaving, he does half an hour on life-forms he's cleverer than."

"There are these children," the Doctor stopped, looking around to them all. Penny crossed her arms, a focused look on her face. "Living rough 'round the bomb sites."

That reminded her of herself. Her, Steve, Bucky. Before the war, they'd always been poor. They still were. Living rough, Bucky working extra hours to put food on their table, bringing some home from his parents' house. Steve and Penny struggling to make ends meet.

"They come out," the Doctor explained. "During air raids, looking for food."

She could see her and Steve doing that. Anything to eat. They sometimes went a week without food. They felt helpless often growing up; it's why Steve wanted to join the war. To help people and to stop himself being helpless.

"Mummy, please."

"Suppose they were there when this thing, whatever it was, landed."

Penny glanced to the tape, hearing the tape. It had finished. So why was it still going?

"Doctor," she tried to grab his attention, walking closer to it. 

"It was a med-ship," Jack defended, "it was harmless."

"You keep saying," the Doctor's voice hardened. "Harmless."

"Doctor, something's—"

"Suppose one was affected. Altered."

"Altered how?" Rose asked.

"Like Penny."

Penny looked to him with wide eyes. "What?" She asked. "No, I'm normal. Very normal. Nothing abnormal about me at all."

"But you're not," the Doctor argued, "You're Penelope Rogers. And they touched you, healed you. And you haven't become like the others yet. Why? You were altered. A different batch, maybe? Spread a bit further? Accidental layover?"

Penny blinked, frowning. It was strange how the fireflies had healed her. 

"I'm here!"

Penny jumped at the child's voice, eyes widening. "Doctor."

"It's afraid," the Doctor continued, "terribly afraid and powerful. It doesn't know it yet. But it will do."

"And it's here," Penny cut in firmly. "The tape stopped, Doctor."

The Doctor glanced at her, chuckling a bit. "It's got the power of a god and I just sent it to its room."

Penny watched him, unamused. 

"I'm here! Can't you see me?"

The Doctor's gaze settled on Penny again, widening. "Oh."

Penny nodded. "Yeah. Oh."

"I sent it to its room," he swallowed, eyes wide. "This is its room."

He spun around, stiffening at the sight of a small child, with a mask on, wearing a little grey suit. 

"Are you my mummy?" The child asked through the mask, tilting his head and looking to Rose. "Mummy?" He moved his head to Penny. "Mummy?"

"Okay," Jack spoke lowly, moving between Rose and the Doctor. "On my signal, make for the door."

"Mummy?"

"Now!" He aimed his hands up, but rather than his weapon, it was a banana. 

Penny elbowed him furiously, a dark look on her face. "That child may be strong, but he's still a child, Jack Harkness. Shame on you."

The Doctor grinned at the banana and pulled out Jack's gun, aiming it at a wall, making a hole disappear they could walk through. 

"Go, now," the Doctor exclaimed. "Don't drop the banana!"

"Why not?" Jack asked as he led the way through the hole. Rose, the Doctor, and Penny followed quickly behind. 

"Good source of potassium!" He grabbed the gun from the Doctor's hand. "Give me that."

He shot the hole they'd come through and it closed, the wall replacing it once more. 

"Digital rewind," Jack explained to Penny and Rose's baffled faces, tossing the banana to the Doctor. "Nice switch."

The Doctor held the banana, looking it over. "It's from the groves of Villengard," he told them, "thought it was appropriate."

"There's really a banana grove in the Villengard?" Jack asked in disbelief. "And you did that?"

"Does it taste any better than a normal banana?" Penny asked curiously. 

The Doctor hummed in thought. "Bit more metallic. Suppose it's from all the scraps of metal lying around that area."

"Metal banana?" Penny frowned. "That sounds like it could be a song."

He grinned down at her. "I like you, Penelope Rogers."

A loud bang sounded from the wall they'd just come through and they all jumped. 

"Doctor!" Rose exclaimed. 

"Come on!" He shouted, rushing down the hall, the trio following quickly behind. 

They all stopped with a gasp, the doors at the end of the hall opening, and the patients from the room downstairs bursting through. 

"That's terrible timing," Penny remarked. 

They quickly turned and rushed down another hall, taking a left. Jack, then Rose, and then Penny and the Doctor, who's hands had somehow found each other's again. 

More masked people. 

"Or great timing," the Doctor amended to Penny. "Depending on who you ask."

They ran back to the original spot and Penny sighed. "Nice little jog, always fun." She glanced behind them, the windows were hard to get through but with her new strength, she may be able to break them. 

How far could she jump? Would a broken limb just...heal? Could she theoretically take them all down and they could run?

"It's keeping us here," the Doctor explained. 

"Thanks, Doc," Penny rolled her eyes. "I hadn't figured that one out."

"It's controlling them?" Jack exclaimed. 

The Doctor nodded. "It is them. It's every living thing in this hospital."

"Okay," Jack thought aloud, "this can function as a sonic-blaster, a sonic cannon and it's triple-enfolded sonic disrupter."

"Try saying that five times fast," Penny glanced outside again. "I think I can have us jump," she stated. "I have a...thing. I think you'll be fine."

"We're two stories up!" Rose shouted. "How would we be fine?"

"Confidential?"

"Doc, what you got?" Jack asked. 

"I've got a sonic...never mind."

Penny glanced to him, then at his device. "Screwdriver," she supplied helpfully. "Sometimes I forget words, too."

"What?" Jack asked loudly. 

"It's sonic, okay? Just leave it at that."

Penny and Rose both thought of two solutions at the same time. Penny punched the window, shattering it, and sending some of the wall to the ground, and Rose pointed Jack's gun to the ground, sending them toppling down a floor. 

The four of them landed with loud bangs, but Penny was the first one up as Jack replaced the wall again.

"Good thinking, Rose," she complimented. "I was all for jumping out the window, but this is probably easier."

"Doctor, you okay?" Rose asked. 

"Could've used a warning," he replied grumpily. 

Rose and Penny exchanged a look. 

"The gratitude," Rose replied dryly. 

"Who has a sonic screwdriver?" Jack asked, as if that were the most important question. 

Penny glanced around, noticing how dark it was. What time was it? Was Steve okay? 

"I do."

"Lights?" Rose asked, following Penny as they searched for something to turn on. 

"Who looks at a screwdriver and thinks, 'oh, this can be a little more sonic?'"

"What? You've never been bored?"

"Oh, for Pete's sake," Penny rolled her eyes at the men. "They're irritating."

"There's got to be a light switch."

"Never had a long night? Never had a lot of cabinets to put up?"

Penny turned to look at him, crossing her arms. "When was the last time you put up a room full of cabinets, Doctor?"

"Don't tell me you're taking his side," he looked at her, affronted. 

"Oh, there's no —" She sighed, walking around to the corner of the room. "This is exhausting. You're all incredibly strange."

Rose flicked the lights on and the patients in the beds shot up. 

"Mummy? Mummy! Mummy? Mummy!"

"Door!" The Doctor shouted and they rushed to the door. 

Jack aimed his gun, but it made a funny sort of sound and didn't work. He tried again, tapping the side. "Damn it. It's the special features, they really drain the battery."

"Showing off results in having to compensate for things that aren't there?" Penny asked rhetorically as the Doctor used his sonic screwdriver to open the door. 

"The battery?" Rose asked with a small laugh. 

The Doctor opened the door and hurried them all in, closing it behind Penny. 

"It's so lame," Rose added as the Doctor sonic'd the doors shut. Penny looked around the room for any other entrances to ensure the patients couldn't surprise them. 

"I was going to send for another one," Jack replied, climbing on the counter at the far end of the room and looking out a barbed window. "But somebody's got to blow up the factory."

"Oh, I know," Rose agreed, "first day I met him, he blew my job up."

"I'd say I'm winning," Penny commented lightly.

"That's practically how he communicates," Rose added, then tossed a wink to Penny. "Just wait, Penny, he'll do it to if he likes ya."

The Doctor finished using his sonic and walked past the trio. "Okay, that door should hold it for a bit."

"The door?" Jack exclaimed. "The wall didn't stop it!"

"I bet these fists can," Penny looked over her arms. "Still trying to sort these bad boys out."

"It's gotta find us first!" The Doctor protested, then glanced to Penny. "None of that, Penelope. Come on, all of you, we're not done yet. Assets," he searched around the room as the remaining three exchanged a look. 

"Well," Jack smirked, "I've got a banana and, in a pinch, you could put up some shelves. Oh, and we can't forget our little American flag over here asking to tango these guys with her bare hands."

"Oh, yeah," Penny grinned, "I could so take them."

"Window?" The Doctor looked out the barbed window. 

"Barbed," Jack clarified, "sheer drop. Seven stories."

"I could probably handle that."

"Penelope, no one could handle that," Rose argued, laughing a bit. "You're a riot." She took a glance around the room. "And no other exits."

"Unless we go down again," Penny suggested with a shrug. "We could wait for Jack's tool or I could smash down. I don't know how the physics on that will work, though. I'm still new at this."

"New at what?" Rose asked. 

"Confidential," Penny tossed the word out, wandering how Steve was doing. 

Jack took a seat in a wheelchair, crossing his arms. "The assets conversation went in a flash, didn't it?"

The Doctor looked to Jack, then to Rose with a frown. "So, where'd you pick this one up, then?"

"Doctor," Rose protested softly. 

"She was hanging from a barrage balloon, I had an invisible spaceship," Jack explained. Penny blinked, trying to pretend that wasn't the most insane sentence someone had spoken in her presence. "I never stood a chance."

"Okay, one," the Doctor drew the attention back. "We've gotta get out of here. Two, we can't get out of here. Have I missed anything?"

Penny jumped back when Jack tapped a button on his watch and disappeared. 

"Yeah," Rose turned around with a soft voice, "Jack just disappeared."

"It was weird," Penny agreed, "he just went ka-blam-o and zipped outta here."

Penny took Jack's former seat on the wheelchair and bit at her thumbnail, looking around the room as Rose and the Doctor conversed about Jack. 

She didn't really care for the guy — it was his fault this was all happening in the first place. 

Honestly, this whole thing was a bad idea. She was glad to be helping stop these creatures from harming innocents, but she could get in so much trouble with the military for showing herself off to these other people. 

Then again, the Doctor wasn't exactly human, and the other two were from the future, so perhaps they'd be okay with it?

Either way, she really missed Steve. 

He'd probably get a kick out of this entire situation. 

Bucky would love it. 

Her face saddened a bit at the thought of her best friend. Gosh, she missed Bucky Barnes. 

"Rose, Doctor, Penny Rogers, can you hear me?" Jack's voice sounded through a radio hooked into the wall. The Doctor leapt into action, boosting the signal. "Back on my ship. Used the emergency teleport. Sorry, I couldn't take you. It's security-keyed to my molecular structure. I'm working on it, hang in there."

The Doctor held up the wiring from the radio, which was fried at the end and cut off, not even plugged in. Penny's eyes widened. 

"Om-com," Jack explained, but it did nothing to satiate Penny's curiosities, "I can call anything with a speaker grill."

"Now there's a coincidence," the Doctor mused. 

"What is?"

"The child can Om-Com, too."

"He can?" Rose asked in surprise.

"Anything with a speaker grill," the Doctor informed her, "even the TARDIS phone."

"What, you mean the child can phone us?" Rose asked worriedly. 

"And I can hear you," a child's voice sounded through the speaker. "Coming to find you."

Penny stood, a shiver running down her back. "Holy mackerel!" Penny exclaimed. "That is too creepy, I don't like that one bit."

"Coming to find you...coming to find you...coming to find you..."

"Doctor, can you hear that?" Jack asked.

"Loud and clear."

"I'll try to block out the signal," Jack offered, "least I can do."

"Coming to find you, Mummy."

"Remember this one, Rose?" Jack asked and put on a song. 

Penny smiled at the familiar song, Moonlight Serenade, her thoughts drifting back to Bucky and the time he taught her how to dance. She stepped on his feet all night but he just laughed and called her pretty. 

Penny blinked back the sudden onslaught of tears, squeezing her eyes shut. 

He'd be fine. Bucky would be fine.

—

"What're you doing?" Rose asked the Doctor as he concentrated his sonic on the wall. 

"Trying to set up a resonation pattern in the concrete," he explained, "loosen the bars."

"I can break them," Penny suggested. "Or, I think I can."

The Doctor looked at her once, then shook his head. "Nope."

"You don't think he's coming back, do you?" Rose asked the Doctor.

"Wouldn't bet my life," the Doctor answered. "Or Penelope's. She's got things to do."

"What's that mean?" Penny frowned. 

He didn't answer. 

"Why don't you trust him?" Rose asked. 

"Why do you?" The Doctor countered. 

"Saved my life," Rose answered simply. "Bloke-wise, that's up there with flossing."

"She's on the beam," Penny agreed.

"I trust him," Rose added tentatively to the Doctor after sending Penny a small smile, "because he's like you. Except with dating and dancing."

"You just assume..." The Doctor shook his head. 

"What?"

"You just assume I don't dance."

"What?" Rose asked with a grin. "Are you telling me you do dance?"

Penny let out a small breath, looking up to the ceiling. This was getting a bit too flirtatious and she was feeling extraordinarily out of place. 

It only got worse when Rose turned up the music. Penny wished she could sink into the floor. 

She was never leaving Steve again. 

After this, she'd be a homebody. 

This was way, way, way too awkward.

—

Penny watched from her place near Jack as the Doctor and Rose slowly danced, smiling down at each other. 

"Actually, I quit," Jack corrected the Doctor's statement. "Nobody takes my frock. Most people notice when they've been teleported. Like Penny, look at her."

Penny waved once and then looked around the room, feeling a tad overwhelmed by it all. 

Definitely the weirdest day she'd ever had. 

"Sorry about the delay," Jack added. "Had to take the Nav-Com off-line to override the teleport security."

"This is a spaceship," Penny breathed out, looking around with wide eyes. Small, compact, and with tons of open wiring. "For real."

"It is," Jack laughed a bit. "And you are Penny Rogers."

"I am," Penny agreed slowly, confused by the statement. Hadn't they already done introductions?

"Sister to Steve Rogers," He shook his head, "American hero."

"Jack," the Doctor cut him off harshly. "Don't."

"What?" Jack shrugged. "She'll be okay."

"You can't tell her anything."

"Tell me what?" Penny asked with a frown, straightening. "Something happen to Steve?" She asked, stomach doing somersaults. "What aren't you all telling me?"

"Interesting day," Jack continued, ignoring the Doctor's look. "Isn't it Penny? Do any fun experiments today?"

Penny took a step back from him, looking between he and the Doctor, who was glaring at Jack, and then Rose, who looked confused. 

"W-what're you asking me, Jack?"

"Jack, enough," the Doctor spoke firmly. "Penelope, I'm sorry, but for the sake of the future, you can't know anything else. Jack, stop talking about it."

"No, I deserve to know!" Penny exclaimed. "What happens to Steve?"

Jack looked a bit remorseful, but his sad eyes and the Doctor's avoidance of her own told her everything. 

"You have to let him do it," the Doctor spoke firmly. "You have to. It's not your fault."

"What isn't my fault?" Penny asked tearfully. "What're you — what do you all know about me?"

"This is a Chula ship," the Doctor changed subjects, ignoring Penny's shaken state. Rose comforted her with a sympathetic smile and a hand squeeze. Penny just wanted to go home. 

"Yeah," Jack answered, eyes flickering to Penny and then to the console. "Just like that medical transporter. Only, this one is dangerous."

The Doctor snapped and the golden bugs from earlier swelled over it.

"They're what fixed my hands up," Rose pointed out. "Jack called them..."

"Nanobots? Nanogens?"

"Nanogens, yeah," Rose confirmed. 

"They healed my gunshot," Penny observed. The Doctor's eyes snapped to hers, a flicker of understanding and then a hint of something else, before he looked away. 

"Subatomic robots," the Doctor explained. "There are millions of them in here. See?" He moved his hand from side to side as the nanogens fluttered around it. "Burned my hand on the console when we landed. All better now. They activate when the bulkhead's sealed. Check you out for damage, fix any physical flaws." He waved his hand and they all fluttered away. 

Penny watched in awe and looked down to her stomach, grazing over where the nanogens had healed her. She wondered if they had any effect on the serum. Or if the serum had any effect on them. Probably not. They were alien stuff, and she was made with human stuff — there was no correlation, right?

"Take us to the crash site," the Doctor ordered Jack. "I need to see your space junk."

"Soon as I get the Nav-Com back online," Jack nodded, "make yourself comfortable. Carry on with whatever it was you were..." he looked between Rose and the Doctor. "Doing."

"Please don't," Penny said quietly. 

"We were talking about dancing," the Doctor protested. 

"It didn't look like talking," Jack countered. 

Rose shook her head. "Didn't feel like dancing."

"It was just weird," Penny agreed. 

—

okay SO i know we're about halfway through the episode soooo hopefully you guys enjoyed it?? sooooo sorry about the delay it's been half a year whaaaat. but i hope this made up for it? maybe? idk not super happy with this chapter but the next one will be the last of this episode and then we get to the good bits hehehe. <3