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[The audio feed clicks on in the middle of a sentence. It was meant to be a private recording but flipped over to public in the middle of things.]

--ought to want to leave. There's a whole Universe out there to explore and I've just seen a tiny corner of it. And I do want to see the Universe. I want to see all the planets and all the bits that are goin' to be and the parts that have been. Never wanted that 'fore him, y'know? I was happy with my nice life, my job in the department store and my chips 'til he showed me the whole Universe and I didn't think I'd ever be happy with that nice sorta life again. Now...I realise it's more 'bout him then it is about the travelin'. I think maybe it always has been. He is...the most amazing man.

[She pauses for a long moment, no other sounds to really cue her unintended audience to what's going on.]

I thought I'd lost him. Not lost your child in the grocery store over by the sweets sorta lost. Really lost. Sealed dimensions sorta lost and there were days...I couldn't give up hope because then there was just nothin' but some days it was so hard to hope. They kept tellin' me what the odds of findin' him were. Mum kept sayin' not to get my hopes up but they never understood, my hopes were always sorta pinned up on him so far up that they couldn't get any higher.

[She sighs, pausing to try and gather all of her thoughts so that this voice memoir has some sort of focus instead of just rambling. She's fairly certain her rambling is getting worse in response to spending so much time with the Doctor and his rambling. It's not a bad thing, it's just not a concise thing.]

I've got both of them here and...I am so loved. Each one of 'em would tear apart the Universe for me and I love both of them so much, I think it's goin' to rip me apart inside. I'm just grateful, I guess. Grateful to be able to have both of them here and to spend--to get to have this. It's better than the stars, the universe, the planets and all the time lines together.

[Another sigh, more frustrated than the other.]

None of this is sayin' what I mean but writin' it doesn't help either. M'grateful beyond all sortsa words. Doctors, if I ever disappear and you hear this: don't be disappointed 'cause I didn't want to leave. Sorta both your faults anyhow. I love you both and this has been the best adventure.

[There's a click as she stops the recording and then some shuffling as it flips to video. She's lying on her stomach in her room.]

Thinkin' it's time to paint the flat. Doctor? Up for it?

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[ He's poking his head in the door, trying to sound casual as he speaks. ] Set your emergency program off early, you know.

[ He's incredibly touched, but sssh. ]

[It takes her a second to realise what he means and when she does, she goes bright pink.]

Right. Sorry.

[It's the only think she can think to say right now.]

[ He has to laugh. She looks so embarrassed. ] I've been told the devices do that sometimes. Share what they want to.

[She doesn't mind the laughter. It's better than a lot of reactions he could have. She just sort of smirks at him.]

Shut up.

[Said ever so teasingly.]

That mean you're up for some paintin'? Thought we coulg see 'bout makin' the main room look like the TARDIS console room.

[If it had no console and some very eclectic furniture. Not to mention windows.]

Suppose we could do some painting. It's about time we brighten up that room. Maybe find some nice green lighting.

[ Yep, he likes the green. ]

[That's a brilliant idea, as evidenced by the expression on her face. She gets up from the bed, grabs a couple of buckets of paint near the door, there are several more buckets. The TARDIS has many colours.]

Ooooh that's brilliant! Could put green lightbulbs in the overheads and the lamps.

Now you're thinkin'.

[ He reaches out to take a bucket from her. He's fine with helping carrying too. ]

But no getting paint on my jumper. [ He smiles, already knowing it's a lost cause. (He'll take the jacket off first, at least. ]

[She passes the bucket over to him.]

I'll see what I can do. [He should know by that mischievous grin that what she means is 'right except for the part where I splash you or paint words on your back.]

Wouldn't want my own hand to slip, after all.

[ There is so going to be a paint fight in the living room. ]

Could end up messy.

[Brilliant paint fight. Furniture will end up splashed. Good thing they don't really care much about the furniture with the exception of the hammock. Donna will have a conniption fit.]

[ooc: okay how about we start the joint thread here (http://iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com/7282.html?thread=459890#t459890) and just kind of go from there?]

You're lucky to have them both here with you.

And I know what you mean - about where you ought to want to leave? I'd been so homesick here I would have done just about anything to be able to go home. But over the past few - well... things have changed and now... if I had to go home, I think I'd be heartbroken.

[That so wasn't supposed to be public so she kind of winces and covers her face with one hand.]

Guess m'not the only one. How are you, Mercy?

[Mercy can't help blushing a bit and looking shy, even though the happiness was plain on her face.]

I'm good, Rose. I'm... really really good.

Part of me's still waiting for the other shoe to drop, you know? But most of me's just happy.

[She smiles at Mercy because yes, she does know how that feels.]

Yeah. Know what you mean. Universe can't possibly let one person be this happy.

I know, right?

[Mercy smiles back at her.]

It's been a really long time since I felt this happy. And hopeful.

That's great. Just finally settlin' in and feelin' good 'bout things?

Yeah. And, well... stuff with Jack is... really good.

[There's a long pause because it's Jack and he isn't really the relationship type as far as she knows him.]

You...got him to commit or is it sorta more...open?

I told him I didn't mind about the kissing and flirting - this is Jack after all - as long as there wasn't any sleeping around.

And he said he was fine with not sleeping with anyone else and that he wanted to be with me. So...

Well that's brilliant. M'happy for you both.

Thanks, Rose.

I'm kind of - I never thought it would happen.

Yeah?

I sorta think the City is brilliant.

Yeah. He's - well, he's Jack Harkness. And I'm just a mechanic from Kennewick, Washington.

It is, isn't it? When it's not being dreadful.

But I'd never even have met him, much less gotten a chance for this anywhere else.

[Rose can identify. She occasionally got feelings like that when she used to travel with him but then she became the girl who absorbed the time vortex and even now, the Doctor is constantly telling her how brilliant she is so that now she's actually in danger of absorbing his ego.]

I woulda found the Doctor again, eventually [Again, again.] But the City makes it easier.

I bet you would have.

I'd never have even known any of them existed.

I'm awfully lucky to have met both of 'em in my world.

You are. You really are.

Jack said something, oh months ago, about how if we ever had the chance he'd take me back to the 40's with him and... I don't know. Just the thought of being able to do something like that. It's amazing.

Nineteen forties? Meet Jack in 1939--I think in World War II London, It was a good trip.

It's brilliant. Time travel and travelin' to other planets. Absolutely brilliant.

It sounds just amazing.

He has a vortex thing...

Did you get to dance with him then? He's something else.

Vortex manipulator. Doctor fixed it where he can't use it last time I was there. [She doesn't know that Jack fixed it.]

Yeah on his ship in front of Big Ben to Glen Miller. Not doin' much half way. [That was a fun trip. They saved London, met Jack and the Doctor danced. And somewhere along the way 'dance' became code for other things.]

[Mercy's not going to mention Jack seems to have fixed it then.]

Vortex manipulator. That was it.

Sounds wonderful. We danced together during a curse, 'Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square'. Long before anything happened between us. It was such fun we made it sort of a before dinner or as dinner's cooking regular thing.

[It wouldn't matter either way. Jack seems pretty adept at fixing it when the Doctor breaks it and the Doctor keeps giving him the manipulator back so he probably knows Jack is going to fix it again.]

Sounds like a nice sorta regular thing to me.

Oh, it definitely is.

Especially after a tough day.

Some soft music, a little dancing...

Makes everything seem better.

Sounds nice.

Doctor and me have a hammock in the livin' room we tend to curl up in most nights.

Anyway, when we dance it always just sorta ends up that kind of swayin' in place dancin' that you at

Oh, a hammock sounds really nice!

And nothing wrong with the swaying in place stuff. The closeness is what I like most.

[He obviously heard the rest of it because it's just not interesting otherwise, but he really doesn't know what to do with that information. So he'll latch on to the easy part.]

D'you say something about painting?

[She's going to pretend that he didn't hear the other part. Maybe he was busy tinkering or reading or in the kitchen and just popped in to hear the last bit. She's pretending but she actually knows the truth. He gets a smile for ignoring it at the moment though.]

The main room of the flat, what you think 'bout paintin' it to look like the console room in the TARDIS? Think I got all the right colors.

[She lets him get away with not saying things or delaying saying things constantly. He'd just be a horrible person if he didn't return the favour every now and again.]

What, really? All of it or just the one wall?

Whole thing. [She grins at him, hoping that was the answer he wanted.] Got a huge canvas [She nods to a stretched, blank canvas on a frame leaning against one wall that's at least six feet tall and almost as wide.] We'll hang that one to fingerpaint. Our version of the TARDIS control room can have a fingerpaintin' hangin' in it.

[In all honesty he has no idea what answer he wanted out of that, but he is quite interested and comes the rest of the way around the door, leaning on the doorjamb.]

You're quite well prepared for this.

[She shrugs a bit.]

A real Master of Time Lord Entertainment is always prepared for this sorta thing.

Taking that title quite to heart. When did you want to start painting?

If you're goin' to do somethin'...

[She bites her bottom lip.] Now? Or whenever you're ready. Sorta somethin' I need your help with. Gettin' the walls and the colours and all right.

I'm not doing much of anything right now. Might need to change clothes unless I want a new coloured suit though, and as I don't, I do.

Yeah, m'gonna change too. Meet you back in the main room? [She purses her lips to one side.] Don't think you've got anythin' in here to wear.

[That's going to get some eyebrows.] Think you've got a skirt I'd look quite fetching in. Meet you there. [Aaaaand leaving.

And showing up in the main room. I think they painted before so he's just got whatever that was on; probably an undershirt and random trousers from the thrift store excursion.]

[Rose'll show up a few minutes later dressed in a pair of cut off jeans (not too short) and a button down men's shirt she got at the thrift store, not one of the Doctor's. She's got her hair pulled up in a ponytail so that it doesn't get too much in the way.]

Figure we start with that sorta gold color as a base and then maybe the bronze-y colors for the coral beams we're gonna have to paint.

[ This Doctor doesn't have a lot of extra clothes. He doesn't like shopping, okay. But he's settled on a less-favored jumper and chucked his jacket somewhere. He walks in as Rose is giving her directions, and besides a glance at his other self, seems fairly relaxed. Of course both of him would be helping. It was only fair. And they were maintaining a careful truce right now, anyway. ]

You've been thinking about this for a while, eh?

[A somewhat possibly more careful truce, given the things Rose just said. His clothes are from the last time they painted something so he's got the benefit of already looking like he's smeared himself with paint, which is good, since he gets it a little bit everywhere anyway.]

Works for me. 've you got sponges?

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