After several hours of peaceful rest, Jet opened his eyes to find Rain asleep in his arms. He smiled silently to himself, trying to keep his breathing even as he looked at her, so he wouldn't disturb her.
But it wasn't long before she began to stir, alerting him to the fact that she was now awake. Quickly, he closed his eyes to pretend he was as well. He didn't want Rain to catch him staring at her.
Once his eyes were shut, Jet listened intently for any sound from Rain. He heard her chuckle softly before cupping her hand around his face. "Jet, you really aren't very convincing," she whispered.
His eyes popped open. "I thought I was," he laughed.
Now Rain turned over to look at the clock on the table by the bed. Her eyes grew wide at what she saw. Already a day had gone by since the incident with Kovarian. "Well," she sighed, climbing down from the bed, "I suppose we've slept long enough. How do you feel?"
Jet sat up, mentally performing a scan of his body. "I feel great. The pain is nearly all gone."
Rain reached out a hand to help him from the bed. "Come on. We should probably get back to my parents before they start to worry."
He grabbed her hand and hoisted himself up. Silently, he noted that he was much more stable on two feet than he had been when they'd been escaping.
The two of them walked hand-in-hand to the console room, where the Doctor and River awaited them. "Nice to have you with us again," River called to them as they approached.
"I assume you slept well," the Doctor said, looking directly at Jet without a trace of humor.
The young man blushed, clearing his throat before answering. "Yes, sir. Very well."
Now it was River's turn to clear her throat. She nudged the Doctor, whispering, "Should we tell them now?"
"Tell us what?" Rain asked.
"Nothing. It's nothing," the Doctor blurted quickly.
Rain rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. "Doctor, you do realize I have ears, right?"
Before he could answer, River cut across him. "It was actually my idea. After Jet nearly got killed, I figured we should get this over with before something worse happens."
Jet looked back and forth from the Doctor to River, trying to find anything at all that might help him figure out what was going on. "Get what over with?" he asked, slightly irritated.
River just smiled, her eyes emanating excitement. "You'll see. Just go into your room and put on the outfit that's hanging on your door."
Rain and Jet exchanged slightly worried, extremely confused glances before hesitantly making their way toward their rooms.
Once they had gone, the Doctor turned to River. "Don't you think this is a little too early? I mean, it's only been a couple of months."
River sighed. "I told you. That's the whole point! What if they wait a few more months and something happens to Jet? Rain would never live that down."
"But what if they aren't ready?"
"Sweetie, now I think you're just stalling." At this, she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Don't worry. It'll be fine."
Just then, Jet reentered the room dressed in a tuxedo. He was smirking, which was presumably a good sign. "I think I see what's going on," he said. "And believe me, I'm more than ready."
River sent an "I-told-you-so" glance at the Doctor. Seconds later, Rain entered in a long white dress. From the moment she came into view, Jet couldn't take his eyes off of her.
As she walked up to him, he could see that she looked somewhat unsure. "How do I look?" she asked.
"Beautiful," answered Jet, who still hadn't even blinked since he'd seen her.
Now River took the Doctor's hand and silently led him out the doors of the TARDIS to allow Rain and Jet some time alone.
Jet stroked her arm, looking into her eyes and trying to decipher what was hidden there. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked her cautiously.
"Yes, of course." She wasted no time in answering. Still, that look of uncertainty lingered on her features.
"Then what's wrong?" he asked softly. "And don't try to hide it from me. I know you too well. I know that something is bothering you."
She didn't answer at first, only stared at the ground, wringing her hands nervously. Finally, though, she muttered an answer that was so quiet that Jet didn't even catch it. "Sorry, I couldn't hear you."
"I said I'm scared! Okay?" she yelled, louder than intended. Her voice was shaking, and Jet could see the offending fear crouching behind her eyes.
Now he put his arms around her, drawing her closer. "Don't worry. I'm not going to change, and neither are you. We'll be fine."
At this, though, Rain drew back. "But that's not true." She could see the hurt and confusion in Jet's eyes before she continued. "Or at least, not all of it was true. You're a human. You'll change and grow and eventually . . . " She gulped, not able to bring herself to say the word "die." "But I won't. I can live for thousands of years, but I can only spend a few of them with you. I'm not afraid of that. I'm afraid of what comes after."
Jet nodded in understanding. They'd had this conversation before, but he hadn't thought about it much since. He hadn't known just how much this was weighing on Rain's mind. He stood in silence for a moment as he tried to come up with something—anything—to say. But what could he say to something like this? No matter what, he would end up dying someday anyway.
So now he reached up to cup one hand around her face, looking into her eyes. "I know I can't stay with you forever, and I'm sorry about that. But right now, I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon. We might as well enjoy it while it lasts. And if . . . when I'm gone, I need you to promise me something."
He sighed, knowing she wouldn't want to heed his word. "Just find someone else who makes you happy."
Her eyes got wide as she rushed to reply. "How could I possibly. . . ? Why would you even-"
Jet put a finger to her lips, silencing her objections. "Please." He said this one word with so much passionate desperation that without even being fully conscious of it, Rain found herself nodding.
At that, he smiled, straightened his black bowtie, and offered her his arm. "Now will you do me the honors?"
In that moment, all uncertainty and hesitation was completely gone. "Gladly," she answered, taking his arm.