Untitled - TARDIS Big Bang

were calling themselves the Horatii, of all things (Rose had to Google that to understand the reference)
and naturally with the stars going out and all, they'd gotten quite a lot of support for the idea of going
out into the universe to beg, borrow and steal whatever technology they could get their hands on. No
one was quite sure where they'd go next with the crisis past—All Earth had a lot of very wealthy backers
with a vested interest in securing rights to new discoveries, and it looked like the money was flowing
freely between the two organizations even though All Earth was careful to keep their official distance.
Jake had a whole list of suspect bank accounts and persons of interest, and that was even before Rose
got to the part that explained why this was relevant to Torchwood.
And she didn't, because her phone rang. The Doctor calling, the display said. "Hello?"
"Do you have any food allergies?" he asked casually.
Rose blinked at her wall calendar. "No, I don't think so."
"Are you sure?" he asked. "Peanuts, shellfish, citrus fruit, nothing like that?"
"I'm pretty sure I'd have figured it out by now if I did," Rose pointed out.
There was a rattle in the background, though Rose couldn't tell where the Doctor was, only that it was
crowded. "What about lactose, eh? You're not lactose intolerant? I don't think that counts as an allergy."
Rose brushed her hair from her face, staring at the day on the calendar maked Find the Doctor, Save the
World!!! "Of course not, Doctor. What are you asking for?"
"It's a secret! Bye!" He hung up on her, and Rose was left staring at her phone in bewilderment for a few
moments. Not that she wasn't used to the Doctor doing and saying some utterly bizarre things, but
usually she was right along with him and had a bit of context to go along with it.
The phone rang again. "Hell--"
"One more question, how do you feel about mushrooms?"
"I don't," Rose said. "I mean, I have no opinion about mushrooms. Doctor, what are you--"
"So don't like them?"
"I don't care about them!" she said. "They're fine! Why are we talking about mushrooms?"
"You'll find out when you get home, byyyeee!"
At this rate, she wasn't sure she wanted to find out...but, no, this was the Doctor, she'd trusted him in
far more bizarre situations before, and more often than not things had turned out for the best, or at the
very least nobody had been killed. Much. How much trouble could he really cause without a sonic
screwdriver and a TARDIS behind him?
Actually, strike that, she didn't really want to find out.
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