Summary: “Accidentally called your number while drunk asking for a ride and you actually came.” featuring Rose as the drunken mis-dialer and Nine as the one who actually picks up the drunk stranger.Nine/Rose AU
Note #1: I know I keep saying that I should stop estimating the length of this fic but I’m thinking two more chapters should do the trick. Three at the most.
Note #2: this whole thing was prompted by the lovely damerosebadwolf who probably did not expect me to get this carried away with it!
Word Count: 2207
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The three spent the rest of the afternoon trying to make
connections. John and Jack were writing out everything they could remember from
their files on the Master while Rose worked on making a list of anyone else she
might have seen Saxon with and other people he had sent round to Jimmy’s. Once
she had finished with that, she moved onto trying to remember what Jimmy and
Saxon had talked about when they were together.
By the time the sun started its descent, Rose was extremely
frustrated. As far as she could tell they had made no progress. There was still
no concrete evidence that the Master had issued a hit on her, there was nothing
tying him to Jimmy other than Rose’s testimony. They had nothing and she couldn’t take it anymore.
She stood abruptly, startling both of the men who were still
engrossed in trying to recall information and find connections. “’M gonna make
a cuppa,” she said, not waiting for an answer from either of them before
stalking towards the kitchen.