After all of the excitement over the birth of Storm had died down, the Doctor dropped the Ponds back in Leadworth, and then took all precautions possible to ensure that Storm was completely safe. There was absolutely no way anyone could possibly land inside the TARDIS now.
Once Rain and Jet had finished changing into something more suitable, they reentered the console room to find the Doctor circling the controls as usual. "So where to, then?" he asked, not pausing to look at them. "Oh, I know! How about that moon made of honey? Or there's this planet that is completely covered in water except for a small island. How does that sound?"
For the most part, Rain hadn't really been paying attention to his rambling until she realized that these questions were directed at her. "I'm sorry, what?"
The Doctor huffed as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Your honeymoon, of course! Have you got anywhere in mind? Because if you don't, I'm sure I can come up with something."
Rain hesitated for a moment. Truthfully, she hadn't really had much time to think about it. After all, they hadn't exactly been given much time to plan anything out before the wedding. But she did remember something Amy had told her once: "Never let the Doctor choose your honeymoon. We ended up on a crashing spaceship and lost our luggage. Not a good idea."
So now she turned to Jet, hoping that he would have some idea. It didn't take him long at all to think of a destination. "How about Leadworth?"
The other three stared at him in disbelief. However, River was the one to speak up. "Leadworth? Anywhere in time and space, and you pick Leadworth?"
"It's where I grew up." He turned to Rain now. "I want to show you what my life was like."
Rain smiled up at him. "I think that's a great idea."
"Well then," the Doctor said, pulling a lever, "I don't really need to put any coordinates in since we haven't even left the Pond residence yet, so off you go."
Jet turned to walk out the door, but he could tell that the other three needed some time to themselves, so he just sneaked out by himself, closing the door quietly behind him.
Once Jet was gone, Rain threw her arms around the Doctor, trying not to cry as she did. This caught him by surprise, so his hands flailed around for a moment before returning the embrace. "Hey," he said softly, "We're only going to be gone for a week. You won't even miss us."
"I know," she answered. But truthfully, there was just something she needed to say, something that was tearing her apart and should have been said a long time ago. So now she whispered it so quietly that even River couldn't hear. "I'm sorry I tried to kill you. That was before I knew . . ."
"No," the Doctor cut her off. "You don't need to apologize. It wasn't your fault."
As Rain pulled back to look at him, she felt that there was more that needed to be said, but the look on his face silenced her. So now she made her way over to River, embracing her as well.
"Don't worry. We'll be back soon."
Now Rain slowly made her way to the door, turning back to look at them. "And don't just set the TARDIS for a week later. You two could use a week to yourselves as well."
The Doctor put on a shocked expression, trying to hide the fact that that was exactly what he had intended to do. "I wouldn't dream of it."
Rain smiled at them, giving a little wave before stepping out the door and watching the TARDIS dematerialize in front of her.
She found Jet standing not too far away, leaning against a tree. His face was barely visible due to the shadows surrounding him and the fact that it was night. She walked over to him and took his hand. "So where are we going?"
He smiled down at her as he began to guide her down the street. "We're going home."
It turned out that Jet's house was only a few blocks away from the Ponds'. It was a nice structure, run-down, but still having a quaint charm to it. There were two stories, and a little broken path led up to the front door.
Jet led Rain all the way to the door before reaching down to grab a key from under the doormat. It wasn't long before he had the door open, ushering her inside and turning on a few lights as he led her to what he said used to be his bedroom.
However, despite the fact that no one had been around for a long time, everything seemed mysteriously clean. When Rain questioned him about this, he just answered, "My relatives have probably been visiting to clean the place up, just in case I ever come back." His words were hollow, though. He said them as if there was something he was holding back.
She remembered what he had said about his family. They had died in a car wreck not long before she had found him on the playground the day they met. She also remembered the pain that entered his voice whenever he spoke of them. Obviously, this scenery was bringing back a lot of painful memories of his past, or more likely, happy memories of times when he still had a family.
Rain didn't say anything, only let him escape into his own thoughts. After all, it was rare that Jet showed his emotions in such a way as crying, yet now soft tears began to fall down his face.
But still she remained silent. Now, though, she wrapped her arms around his waist in an attempt to comfort him, or at least distract him from the past. This seemed to work. At her touch alone, Jet began to relax, reminding himself that even if his old family was gone, he had a new family now, a new life. Rain was his life.
Upon realizing this, Jet forced down all of his emotions. There was a time to mourn, but now was not that time. He was on his honeymoon. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of both their lives, and here he was crying over something he couldn't change.
So now he reached out to put a hand on Rain's face, bringing it closer to his until their lips locked together in the way they had so many times before. Only this time, he was less reserved. But Rain pulled back.
"I need to know that you're okay." As she said this, she looked deep into his eyes, trying to decipher the secrets that lay locked behind closed doors.
Jet knew she could see right through him, so he didn't bother with lying to her. "No. I'm not. I haven't been okay for quite some time. But I can do the same thing I've been doing: pretend and move on. It's easier than dealing with the pain."
Rain just sighed, not quite knowing how to answer this. She searched his face, but as she did, the pain began to melt away right before her eyes, turning into an indescribable form of joy. "How did you . . . ?"
"I told you," he said. "I've been faking for a while. One more night won't hurt anyone. Besides, this actually is the happiest I've been in months, without a doubt."
Once again, she searched his face, but all she found was honesty. He was telling the truth. This really was the happiest day of his life, both of their lives, for that matter. If he was willing to put the past behind him for a little while, she was willing to forget that she knew a thing about his past. Even if just for one night.
So now Jet brought his lips back to hers cautiously, waiting to see if Rain would reject him again. But she didn't. Instead, her hands flew to the back of his head, pulling him closer. For a while, they lost track of where they were, only knowing that this was exactly where they wanted to be.