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"Rose! Rose! I changed my mind! You can have him!" Jack yelled, sure the blonde wouldn't be far.
The Tenth and Eleventh Doctors suddenly sorta of...faded, looking to each other.
"I don't..." started Ten, before he trailed off, looked to his shoes and cleared his throat like he was fighting back tears.
"Travel with...with Rose anymore," Eleven finished, just as softly, "I haven't for a long time, Jack." Years had passed from his view and he did love River but he knew he would always carry certain wounds no matter the body.
"Wha--"Nine yelped, likely about to do something stupid, like demand information about the future or, worst try to change time.
Jack intervened, fast, "Right, okay. You, leather jacket, get back to your Rose, forget anything you heard here."
Nine was about to argue but Jack let some of his own true age out into his eyes; whatever the Time Lord saw must have been convincing.
Nine nodded curtly, shot one last look at his immediate future, and left at a jog.
Jack looked to his contemporary Doctor, asking gently, "Who do I need to call for you?"
"Donna," answered Ten, "Donna Noble."
"Okay, I'll call her," Jack looked to Eleven, "can I trust you to get back to your TARDIS without you doing something stupid?"
Eleven nodded.
The Tenth and Eleventh Doctors suddenly sorta of...faded, looking to each other.
"I don't..." started Ten, before he trailed off, looked to his shoes and cleared his throat like he was fighting back tears.
"Travel with...with Rose anymore," Eleven finished, just as softly, "I haven't for a long time, Jack." Years had passed from his view and he did love River but he knew he would always carry certain wounds no matter the body.
"Wha--"Nine yelped, likely about to do something stupid, like demand information about the future or, worst try to change time.
Jack intervened, fast, "Right, okay. You, leather jacket, get back to your Rose, forget anything you heard here."
Nine was about to argue but Jack let some of his own true age out into his eyes; whatever the Time Lord saw must have been convincing.
Nine nodded curtly, shot one last look at his immediate future, and left at a jog.
Jack looked to his contemporary Doctor, asking gently, "Who do I need to call for you?"
"Donna," answered Ten, "Donna Noble."
"Okay, I'll call her," Jack looked to Eleven, "can I trust you to get back to your TARDIS without you doing something stupid?"
Eleven nodded.