Learning to Live

Chapter 17

Morgana and The Doctor were sat on the jumpseat in the console room, teasing and trading different stories whiling away some time as the TARDIS drifted through the vortex, Morgana had not mentioned the kiss from the other Doctor when she had asked him to explain timelines for her-which he had gleefully done she had gotten the sense that she shouldn't tell him of his own personal future. So she had kept quiet and said it was a normal hunt and reassured him that she had let the human walk off completely unharmed bar losing a few pints of blood she had then fallen asleep that night, thinking of the kiss, unaware of The Doctor who just so happened to pass by her room multiple times that night. "-and that was the first-time meeting Sarah Jane Smith" the Doctor finished chuckling Morgana giggled at how the woman had the nerve to look the Doctor in his face and lie and then to board her Dear and stowaway?

Well, she'd very much like to meet the woman one day."
brilliant story though I'm not sure about the cape" she teased
"if you liked the cape, I should tell you about the leek I wore as an accessory" he winked, and she snickered

"you should stick to leather jackets they suit you, although I'm curious about this rainbow scarf" she trailed her fingers over his leather jacket "the jumpers, however...."

"OI! What's wrong with my jumpers" he mocked offence and she giggled in his face "Hey guys" their conversation was brought to a halt as Rose entered, she had a photo frame clutched in her hand and tears streaking down her face
"what's wrong Rose?" Morgana asked flitting over to her to wrap her in her arms
"Peter Alan Tyler my dad. The most wonderful man in the world. Born 15th September 1954. That's what Mum always says. So, I was thinking, could we, could we go and see my dad when he was still alive?" Rose asked tentatively
"Where's this come from, all of a sudden?" The Doctor asked in concern
"All right then, if we can't, if it goes against the laws of times or something, then never mind, just leave it." Rose shrugged as she curled closer to Morgana

"No, I can do anything. I'm just more worried about you." The Doctor explained himself
"I want to see him," Rose said as Morgana's eyes had gone distant...there were so many people she had lost, so many regrets but to relieve it...?
"Your wish is my command. But be careful what you wish for." The Doctor warned and Morgana pressed her lips together in disapproval
"This does not seem a wise course of action Doctor" Morgana uttered to him as he input coordinates into the TARDIS
"I know but look, she just seems so sad and she's a good mate," The Doctor told her, and Morgana sighed

"you're the expert with this but the road to hell is paved with good intentions, Doctor" she cautioned and then went and sat in the jump seat. Watching the Doctor work and Rose's hopeful face through hooded eyes.

They were sat at the back of the office of the register where Jackie and Pete took their vows to one another
"I, Peter Alan Tyler, take you, Jacqueline Angela Suzette Prentice" The registrar dictated

"I, Peter Alan Tyler, take you, Jacqueline Suzanne Suzette Anita" Pete fumbled, and Jackie laughed

"Oh, just carry on. It's good enough for Lady Di." Morgana smirked, of course, Jackie would consider herself a Lady Di

"I thought he'd be taller," Rose commented quietly, her voice laced with pain The Registrar then said, "To be my lawful wedded wife, to love and behold till death us do part."

"I want to be that someone, so he doesn't die alone." Rose pleaded as they stood in the TARDIS and Morgana turned her head away, emotions welling up in her, bitterness included, and she tried not to choke on it.

"November the 7th?" The Doctor asked as he looked at Morgana's profile, her tense posture and clenched fists, refusing to look at them.

"1987," Rose confirmed The Tardis has parked herself between a telephone junction box and a road sign, by park railings as the three stood in front of her, Morgana leaning against her dear, needing the comfort the wonderful ship could provide.