You're What?: Chapter Thirty-three

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A/N:  Raise your hand if you see the homage to Forest Gump.

                                                        Chapter Thirty-three:  In the Rich Man's World

“You gave my mum money,” Rose said when she returned to the control room. The Doctor was buried under the console working on a repair and he hit his head hard in surprise. He hadn’t heard her come in and the ship hadn’t warned him. He wiggled his legs and came up against hers. She was standing over his feet.

“What?” came the muffled voice of the Doctor. He slid himself out from underneath and sat up, blinking at the change in light. He rubbed at the spot where he’d bumped himself.

“I said you gave my mum money.” He looked at her blankly. “For the wedding. You gave my mum money for the wedding.” She crossed her arms over her chest. He got to his feet and sat down on the jump seat.

Damn. Jackie had promised she’d keep that a secret. “Oh, that. She needed some. Shouldn’t I have done?” he asked her.

“It only encourages her towards the whole overdone three ring circus idea she has of what a wedding should be, but that’s so not the point. You gave her money,” she repeated.

“I’m starting to feel like there’s an echo in here, Rose,” he said.

“But you don’t have any money!” she exclaimed. “Everywhere we go on Earth, I pay or Jack does, because you never have any money. So where’d you get 10,000 quid for my mum to use in planning our wedding?”

“Ah,” he said finally recognizing her point. “Well, I’ve told you that I worked for U.N.I.T. back in the ‘60’s and ‘70’s right? When I was stranded on Earth for a bit?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, they paid me,” he said as if that explained everything.

“And?” she asked impatiently. Her foot was beginning to tap and the Doctor swallowed. Upset Rose was bad enough. Upset, hormonal Rose was worse. Upset, hormonal, pregnant Rose? He didn’t like where this was going. He hastened to explain.

“Well, I didn’t need money, did I? I still lived in the TARDIS. She still provided for all of my needs, food and clothes and shelter. So I invested it in a small portfolio of stocks and bonds. Honestly, I’d forgotten all about it until a couple months ago. It rode out the last few decades quite well. I had a clever broker and he got me into emerging tech stocks as they came along. I had quite a few shares in the right companies when it counted. So when Jackie was whinging about not being able to afford a decent wedding, I thought I’d see about liquidating it and giving her the money for it. Not like I need money, me,” he tells her.

“Oh,” said Rose.

“But my broker advised me against it. Said I only needed to sell a small percentage of my assets if all I needed was a few quid for the wedding.”

“Doctor,” said Rose.

“What?”

“10,000 pounds is not a few quid.”

He shrugged. “Apparently, it is.”

Her eyes widened. “How much…how much money is left in the account?” she asked him.

“Well, it’s not liquid so it varies from day to day depending on stock and bond prices,” he said with a shrug.

“Roughly?” she asked crossing her arms across her chest.

“Oh, another five hundred or so,” he said.

“Why would you keep an account like that open for only five hundred pounds?” she asked confused. “Well, at least you can pay for chips from now on.”

“Erm…no, not five hundred pounds, five hundred thousand pounds,” he corrected her.

“Five hundred thousand pounds?” she asked astonished. “You have five hundred thousand pounds left?” she repeated. She sank onto the jumpseat in shock.

“Well, technically we do. You’re my wife, Rose. It’s your money, too.”

“Five. Hundred. Thousand. Pounds.”

“Is that a lot?” he asked curiously. “I’m a bit useless with human currency.”

“It’s a fortune,” she told him. “With that kind of money, you could go anywhere. Do anything.”

“But I already do that,” he replied. “So it’s all a bit worthless, isn’t it?”

“It’s not…it’s not worthless, Doctor. How can you not know? And why haven’t you told me about this before?”

“I did.” She raised her eyebrows. “Sort of. I told you back when,” he swallowed hard, “back when I was going to send you away to raise Charlie with Jack,” he shuddered, “that you wouldn’t want for anything. That I’d provide for the three of you. That I could.”

“Five hundred thousand pounds!”

“Well, I didn’t know it was that much. My brokerage was quite good, well into international stocks when tech was just starting to take off. Got into Xerox and IBM and Apple and Microsoft at the IPO’s. Oh, and Krispy Kreme.” Rose snorted. “What? I quite like those. They’re fantastic. My sixth incarnation couldn’t go a week without hopping over to get a dozen. Might be why I was so hyper all the time. That and the company that makes jelly babies that I also own shares in. Anyway, there were lots of new tech stocks and alternative energy companies the last two decades as well and some of the major soda companies and restaurant franchises. I guess he did well for me.”

“I’ll say.”

“But it’s not like it matters because we don’t need money,” he explains. “Not human money. Not often, anyway.”

“No, but my mum…” Rose shook her head. “Not that she’d take it for herself, she has her pride, but you do realize that you gave her as much to spend on the wedding as she makes in a year?”

“I did?”

“You did.”

“Is she okay with that?” he asked.

“As far as I can tell she is. Is there anything else I should know about? Retirement accounts or secret stashes of jewels?” she asked.

“You’ve seen my jewels, Rose,” he said his voice dropping heavily into innuendo. She smacked him on the arm. “What? When you picked out the stones for our rings,” he added innocently.

“That’s not what you meant.”

“Possibly.” He gave her a cocky grin. “Jack won’t be back for a couple of hours. He’s hunting down tuxedo shops. He says the ones in the wardrobe are…how’d he put it? Furiously out of date.”

“And you’re telling me this because?”

“Thought you might like to play with my jewels.”

“Didn’t I do that earlier today?” she teased him.

“What can I say? You’ve turned me into a randy old man, Rose Tyler.”

“Oh, I’ve done? Now how’ve I done that?” she asked him dropping her hand to rub against his thigh.

“Because,” he said pulling her hair back from her neck and breathing heavily against her skin, “whenever you’re near me all I can think about is making love to you.”

“Still not seeing how that’s my fault,” she said as he nuzzled against her then slowly trailed his lips down to her shoulder.

“Never had trouble with self-control before I met you,” he said.

“Really?” she said.

“Really.” He licked his way back up to her ear and swirled his tongue across the shell. Rose shivered and dropped her hand to his groin. The Doctor groaned as she teased his straining erection.

“Seems to me,” she said, “that it was you who was the aggressor in starting this relationship.”

“Seems to me you didn’t protest it terribly much,” he shot back. His hand trailed down to her thigh and she shifted in the seat a bit to deny him the access he was seeking.

“Now why would I have done that?” she purred into his ear. His seeking hand made its way up under her top instead. “If I’d protested, we’d never have had hours and hours of mind-blowing sex.”

“True,” he said. His fingers found her nipple and he circled it lightly with his middle finger before trailing back down her body. This time she opened her thighs for him. He stroked her gently and then stood up and held his hand out to her. “I’d like to make love to you.”

She glanced up at him coquettishly, tilted her head as if considering his offer, and then grinned, slid off the jumpseat and accepted his hand. “Wouldn’t mind that myself,” she said softly.

He sprang into action then, tugging her through the console room and out into the corridor. Rose giggled when she realized the TARDIS had moved their bedroom right next door. “A bit anxious?” she asked him.

He grinned at her. “She knows I’m tense. She also knows the best way for me to remove that tension.” The TARDIS flashed the lights in the hall and Rose laughed again.

“So I’m just a tension reliever, am I?” she asked.

The Doctor swooped down on her mouth, taking it aggressively with his own and making her head spin with the abrupt move. She reeled as he released her just as suddenly. “You are far, far more to me than a tension reliever,” he told her quite seriously. “I. Love. You.” The intensity of his gaze was enough for her to shove him into the bedroom and slam and lock the door behind her. Jack might not be due for a couple more hours, but she had a feeling this was going to take the rest of the day. And if the Doctor had any other plans? Well, she was entirely sure she could change his mind.

Ch. 34:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/160478.html 

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I dunno but I think maybe he has a bit of time traveller in him as well to do so well at it. *laughs* Thank you.