Title – Chaos Theory in Vortex Orbits in Relative Dimensions in Time and Space (27/27)
Author -- earlgreytea68
Rating – Teen
Characters -- Ten, Rose, OCs
Spoilers: Through the end of S2.
Disclaimer: I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on. (Except for the kids. They're all mine.)
Summary – And then there came a day when Rose said she was having a baby. Hijinks ensue from there.
Author’s Notes – A very, very special thank-you, this time around, for everyone who came along for this journey. I appreciate each and every comment every one of you left for me, And I appreciate all the lurkers as well! There will be ficlets, many of which are written already, so this is not nearly the end of the Chaosverse. But it is the end of the first part of it.
One final, huge thank-you to jlrpuck , who is the world's best beta and gave this a million careful readings and is a generally awesome human being. Many thanks also to Kristin-who-won't-get-an-LJ and bouncy_castle79 , who have both been invaluable in the writing of this fic and all subsequent fics. As long as you keep asking for Brem, you're going to keep getting Brem...
The icon was created by punkinart , commissioned by aibhinn , who graciously offered it to me for my use.
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It was the Doctor’s idea to take everyone on a trip. “The least I can do,” he told Rose, and Rose agreed. So he rang Sarah Jane and bundled Jack and his Torchwood team onto the TARDIS and opened the TARDIS doors, after a quick trip, on a lovely, warm, pink-sand beach with palm trees and turquoise water.
“Oh, it’s fabulous!” Martha exclaimed, spinning around on the beach. “Where are we?”
“An exotic little place called the Caribbean,” answered the Doctor, wryly, and, at the obvious disappointment of his guests, scowled. “She’s been through a lot recently,” he said, gesturing at the TARDIS. “I’m not forcing her off-planet just yet.”
“The Caribbean’s not bad,” said Sarah Jane, trying to be supportive.
“Sarah Jane!” exclaimed Brem, pointing at the sea. “It’s the exact shade we painted your kitchen!”
He took them to pleasure planets fairly often, but not for extended stays, and not with so many people to watch the kids. It was virtually the honeymoon they’d never had. They spent one day entirely in bed, until they straggled to their balcony to watch the sun set over the water, wrapped in nothing but his coat, which had had a special starring role in the day’s activities. They spent other days lolling on the beach, the Doctor, astonishingly, even consenting to go about in shirtsleeves (Brem, meanwhile, stubbornly kept his jumper near him; he might consent to remove it, but it was always somewhere near him, being dragged through sand and salt water). Brem began a project to build the Most Impressive Sandcastle of All Time (he always called it by this grandiose title, offended when Owen once dismissed it as simply “the kid’s sandcastle;” Rose had punished Owen by embarrassing him by telling everyone the story of how parallel Owen had delivered Fortuna, and making it far gushier and more sentimental than Owen ever had been). Brem and his father spent hours with their heads bent together, sketching Gallifreyan equations in the wet sand with their fingers, as they tried to figure out the perfect way to pack sand into walls and turrets, the sun bringing out freckles on their skin. The Doctor held Athena’s hand firmly as they stood in the surf, he with his trousers rolled up, Athena giggling wildly as the waves knocked at her and she clung to her father. The Doctor even insisted on taking Fortuna out into the water, ducking her up and down in it, and Fortuna adored it.
On the last night of the week, they all ate on the beach, at a small restaurant whose tables were set directly in the sand. They had the place to themselves, and the kids took advantage of it, forcing their mother and grandmother to dance with them in the sand to the music being piped over the restaurant’s speakers. The Doctor refused to be coaxed, preferring to watch instead as Rose let Brem lead her through some sort of ridiculous tango to an updated version of Cuando Cuando Cuando. The tango didn’t work with the beat, but Brem looked determined to force it to. Athena was content just to let her grandmother swing her around.
He became aware suddenly that the dark-haired woman who worked for Jack was sitting next to him, holding Fortuna.
“All that work,” she said, not unkindly. “I don’t know what I expected. But she’s just an ordinary human. You must really love her.”
The Doctor looked at her. “What’s your name?”
“Gwen,” she said.
“There’s no such thing as an ordinary human, Gwen. And, even if there were, Rose definitely isn’t it.”
Cuando Cuando Cuando had ended, and the next song began, and Brem suddenly began jumping in delight, bouncing over to his father. The Doctor sighed, the reaction to be expected, and he let himself be pulled up and over to the spot of sand where Rose was standing in bewilderment.
“It’s Juanes,” said the Doctor.
“Who’s that?” she asked.
“I brought you back to Juanes!” exclaimed Brem. Jackie, pleading exhaustion, had put Athena down—although Rose noticed Jack being successful in pulling her back out to dance—and Brem was now spinning his sister enthusiastically. “I love Juanes.”
“This is new,” said Rose, even as the Doctor pulled her into the dance, one hand in hers, the other on her waist.
“It’s actually old,” he sighed. “I’m hoping he’s on the tail end of it.”
Rose listened for a second, following the Doctor’s lead automatically. “It isn’t even English. Does he even know the words?”
“Of course he does!” The Doctor frowned, offended on Brem’s behalf.
Brem must have heard her, because he bounded over immediately. “I know the words!” She should have known it would be an invitation for him to sing to her. Hoy me voy pero no.
She was surprised, however, when the Doctor joined in. No se va la herida grande que mi queda… She stared at him. He winked, suddenly pulling her closer, his voice in her ear as he sang to her. Por amarte, por mi culpa, por los besos que en el mar te di. She closed her eyes and rested her head against him. The rhythm of the song was not slow, and he had dropped her hand, both hands at her hips as he led them through it. Years in the TARDIS, and the Doctor had never spoken untranslated languages to her. Now he’d told her Gallifreyan vows and was singing to her in Spanish.
It was kind of outrageously sexy, to be honest.
The song was still playing but he was dancing her away from the lights, until the beat, and everyone’s voices, were almost drowned out by the whisper of the waves back and forth. She lifted her head, feeling drunk on him, on the silver-limned look of him in the moonlight.
“Where did you learn how to salsa?” she asked.
He made a face. “It isn’t salsa. Juanes is rokero with cumbia influences. And you have always been dismissive of my intimate knowledge of dancing.”
She giggled at him, as he swung her into a wide waltz step and then spun her until they both collapsed, dizzy, onto the sand, the waves just licking at their bare feet.
“The TARDIS didn’t translate it,” she said. “The Spanish.”
“Didn’t want to ruin the rhythm of the song, I guess,” said the Doctor.
“What did it mean?”
The Doctor paused and thought about it. “Er,” he said. “Not really the best thing to be singing to you, actually. Let’s pretend it was something devastatingly romantic.”
She giggled again. “It sounded devastatingly romantic.”
Brem appeared suddenly, lugging Fortuna, which alarmed Rose slightly as she sat up. Athena came bounding behind him, twirling onto the sand next to her father.
“What are you doing?” Rose asked, taking the baby from his arms.
“Coming to see you,” he answered, simply, and collapsed onto the sand next to her.
Rose handed Fortuna to the Doctor, who settled her on his chest, and laid back down. “Brem,” she said. “We have got to do something about that jumper.”
“I know. I’ve been thinking of changing my outfit.”
“It had better not involve that ridiculous hat Jack gave you,” said the Doctor.
“I’m also thinking of writing my memoirs,” continued Brem.
The Doctor lifted his head to catch sight of his son over Rose. “Your memoirs?”
“I have a lot to say,” said Brem.
“You’re four years old,” protested the Doctor.
“You are so obsessed with my age,” grumbled Brem. “Anyway, I’ve already saved the world. Or Mum and Grandma and Fort, anyway, which is almost the same thing.”
“Fortuna,” the Doctor corrected, trying once again, futilely again, he suspected, to resist the nickname.
“And most people don’t do anything like that until they’re at least thirty,” Brem continued, ignoring his father.
The Doctor sighed.
Rose, smiling, asked, “What will you call your memoirs, Brem?”
Brem thought for a second. “Chaos Theory in Vortex Orbits in Relative Dimensions in Time and Space.”
The Doctor sighed again.
“Dad,” said Brem.
“Yes,” he prompted.
“Can we go there next?” Brem pointed into the sky. “We’ve never been there. Is there anything worth seeing there?”
The Doctor looked up into the sky. It was crystal clear, carpeted with stars. And there was not a single hint of a storm approaching. He smiled. He had no idea where they ought to go from there. Brem’s suggestion was as good as any. After all, he’d always made it up as he went along.
No, he corrected himself. They would make it up as they went along.
You know, I think I've already said everything I can about this fic already. I can say that there hasn't been one false note the whole story. Perfect from beginning to end. Everytime I would finish a chapter I'd feel like Elmira. 'I will hug this fic and pet it and squeeze and kiss it and love it forever and ever and ever and ever...'
I just.... I love this story. *glomps fic with squishy hug*
Ah, that was one of the sweetest, most wonderfulest baby!fic stories I've ever read. I absolutely adored it! You must keep up fics about Brem and Theenie and Fort (when she gets old enough to have proper personality). Really wonderful.
Oh, this was wonderful!!! The whole epic was wonderful and you did a fantastic job with the story, plot and all the entangled emotions involved therein :)
I LOVED that Brem was going to write his memoirs - and the name of them LOLOL!
It was also great to see everybody get a vacation with each other - and that Rose and the Doctor had some quality alone time :D
I think one of the most interesting things about this entire story is that even though you don't directly address it, all throughout, the Doctor knows that Rose will grow old and eventually leave him and the kids. Instead of worrying about it, he seemed to treasure every moment that he has with her. That's so applicable to our own lives and makes your story all the more poignant.
"I LOVED that Brem was going to write his memoirs - and the name of them"
Ah, yes. Brem got naming rights. ;-)
"all throughout, the Doctor knows that Rose will grow old and eventually leave him and the kids. Instead of worrying about it, he seemed to treasure every moment that he has with her. That's so applicable to our own lives and makes your story all the more poignant."
Why, thank you! This does get addressed a bit more in the ficlets, but the Doctor really has made a decision not to worry so much about it.
****Sniff**** I feel like I just said goodbye to a dear friend lives far away. Its a bittersweet feeling. Had a wonderful visit but so sorry its over already. This was so delightful. Will be waiting for those ficlets. Hope they come fast and furious. I want to see what Brem is like at 5, 6, 7 and goodness can't wait until he's a teenager!
What a lovely ending! The Dancing is pure, pure squee. And I love that you let them all have some fun, even cranky Owen (who was probably secretly thrilled by the parallel heroics). I'd definitely read Brem's memoirs, especially his thoughts on home decorating and iced tea. :)
On a general note, thank you so much for writing this. It's been a pleasure to read and you've collected such a fun group of people to share thoughts with. *applauds*
I could see the dancing so clearly that the rest of the epilogue was actually organized around that one moment. (And yes, I agree that Owen loved the idea that he had been a hero in Pete's World.)
"I'd definitely read Brem's memoirs, especially his thoughts on home decorating and iced tea."
His memoirs would indeed be far-flung. ;-)
Glad you enjoyed!
AGH!!!! :( IT'S OVER!??!?
You really, you deserve a medal and for so many reasons. First of all, this thing is enormous (not that I'm complaining)-- how did you ever finish it? You have the best perserverence. Secondly, it's just so consistantly, perfectly lovely and in character and original and funny and overall one of my all time favorites, cross fandom. Thank you so much for sharing this with us. It's beautiful! *hugs*
I squealed to see the next chapter, then sobbed at the end of it, because I don't want it to be over!
I don't need to tell you how much I loved this entire fic. Very, VERY rarely do I get so pulled into a fic I'll stick with it for multiple chapters, much less nearly 30, but I've been with this one every inch of the way. Well done, you. Well done.
Oh, so happy for an update, but so sad that it's over. I'm sure this will get some rereads by me as time goes on. Thanks so much for sharing it will all of us.
And by the way? The Doctor latin dancing and singing in Spanish? Outrageously sexy, indeed!
And I appreciate all the lurkers as well!
Awwww! *sheepishly raises hand* I'm a lurker. I think I commented some time at the beginning, but I haven't recently, and that's horrible of me. But I have LOVED this fic. Really. You did an amazing job dancing around canon and created such vivid (and lovable) OC's. I found myself looking forward to this fic constantly and hoping for an update. Thanks so much for creating it.
And as for this chapter specifically, i particularly loved being in Rose's head for a thought like "It was kind of outrageously sexy, to be honest." and the adorable image of the family at the end. Gorgeous stuff!
I didn't mean to guilt-trip the lurkers!
All the same, I'm glad that you enjoyed the fic! ;-)
"i particularly loved being in Rose's head for a thought like "It was kind of outrageously sexy, to be honest."
Rose's head can be a good place to be. Especially when she's being seduced by the Doctor...
"I especially liked Brem and the Doctor plotting for the perfect sandcastle. I can just imagine how massive it would be."
The Sandcastle of Rassilon. ;-) It would be very impressive.
"the Doctor is still managing to surprise Rose even after all they've been through."
The sign of a built-to-last relationship!