Disclaimer: I own nothing, ifI did I wouldn't be here
Dedications: My co-author Ferret, and my friends, without which this story would never had existed
Mixed revelations
Rose Tyler stood on the roof of her mum's flat in London, waiting for the doctor to finish "fixing the TARDIS", as he put it, so they could go to whatever weird and wacky planet he had in mind.
'Rose, you up there?' came the voice of her mum. 'Only, there's some guy called Jack who says he's been looking for you'
Trust Jack to be looking for me thought Rose 'Alright, be there in a minute'
She got to the door only to see a bemused looking Jack studying the TV
'What-cha looking at?'
'Oh, hi Rose, what's this box do?'
'It's a TV, the rough equivalent of your holo-vid'
Rose turned, only to find the Doctor covered in oil (though his jacket was spotless) standing in the middle of the flat.
'Mum's not gonna be happy with you, coming in here like that'
'When is she ever happy with me?' he asked as he walked over, grinning his insane grin as he enveloped her in a hug.
'Oi, this top was clean' Rose complained as she tried to rub the oil stain out of her t-shirt,
'You can always get a new one. Right, ready then? We've got places to go, people to see and trouble to get into'
As the three time travellers left, they were unaware that Mickey Smith was following them,
'Rose!'
They all turned
'Mickey?'
'Ah, Jack this is Ricky'
'It's Mickey, Rose we need to talk'
'Okay, look Jack, Doctor I won't be long, I'll catch you up'
As Jack and the Doctor walked back to the TARDIS, Rose and Mickey walked to the park.
'Mickey, this isn't working'
'Rose, what?'
'You, me, sorry'
'Rose, but…'
'It's over Mickey, bye'
She turned on her heel and walked back to the TARDIS leaving a stunned Mickey gaping after her. The doors opened automatically as Rose strode through them, sighing she ignored the Doctor when he tried to talk to her and headed for her favourite part of the TARDIS, the garden. The flowers were in bloom and exotic smells assaulted her as she sat on the swinging bench absent-mindedly petting Ivan, the giant venus flytrap.
'Rose, you okay?' a soft northern accented voice asked
'Sort of, it's complicated'
'Want to talk about it'
'I dumped Mickey'
'Oh', the Doctor was confused, on one hand this would help him, on the other Rose might regret it. 'Want to go somewhere, you know collect your thoughts?'
'Yeah, whatever'
'I know the perfect place'
The TARDIS juddered as it landed, throwing it's occupants to the floor
'Right, Scotland, Duff town, 1994'
They stepped out onto a deserted moor, in the distance a small village was just visible through the mist. As they got closer they noticed everyone was wearing pointy hats and carrying sticks, they decided to have a drink in the closest pub, the three broomsticks. As they entered Rose caught sight of a boy with raven-coloured hair, glasses and, most strangely, a lightning-bolt shaped scar in the middle of his forehead, she grabbed the Doctor's sleeve
'What?'
'That's Harry Potter!'
AN: Review please, I don't mind CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISCISM but NO FLAMES!
