Thank you to whoever reviewed my story Activate the Heart. If you haven't read it, READ IT BEFORE READING THIS! This is a sequel to that story, so if you didn't read that, this will leave you confused. This is the second story in my season three re-write (I started with The Runaway Bride). Have fun, and review!
Rose was bored. She had been here for nearly two days and nothing interesting had happened. The Doctor had gone off a few minutes ago to track down a book or magazine for her to read, and now she was even more bored. At least when the Doctor was there she could talk to him. So she resorted to people-watching.
One girl passed by her in a yellow jumper and blue jeans. She had a pair of sunglasses and a camera in one hand, a wide-brimmed hat in the other. 'Tourist. Her traveling companion got sick and she's here to show them the latest sights she's seen. The photos will be blurry, out-of focus and most of them will contain a finger or two.' Rose decided. She had gotten really good at reading people since she met the Doctor. Easiest way to determine whether they were good or not.
Next was a man in a blue Oxford, a blue and yellow striped tie and a doctor's coat. He was looking at a clipboard and talking to a nurse in pink scrubs. From the way they were standing and the occasional lingering touches Rose decided they were sleeping together and they didn't want anyone to know. Understandable, if the ring on the doctor's finger meant what she thought. 'Cheating on his wife with the pretty nurse at work. Typical.'
The next man was a tough one. She studied him carefully. Blue pinstriped suit, white Oxford, red tie, red trainers. Messy brown hair, most likely from running his hands through it, side burns, brown eyes that seemed much older than they should. His gait was slow and easy, but she could easily see him running. He was holding his hands behind his back, most likely hiding a present for someone. 'I wonder who the lucky girl is?' Rose wondered to herself. The man stopped next to her with a grin plastered on his face.
"What are you doing?" He asked her. She smiled up at him.
"People-watching." She replies. He raises one eyebrow.
"Anything interesting?" He asks out of curiosity. Rose shrugs.
"A tourist visiting her friend, who probably got food poisoning or something. A doctor cheating on his wife with a nurse. And a very strange man in a blue suit and red trainers." She told him nonchalantly. His eyebrow goes up again.
"Oh? And what conclusion did you draw about him?" He asks, just as nonchalantly.
"Alien. Only explanation really. His eyes are too old, his hair is a mess, he's wearing a suit with trainers! You'd have to be blind not to see it." She finishes. The Doctor cracks a grin.
"And who do you think he's visiting?" He asks her. Her face is deadly serious when she answers him.
"The love of his very long life. They've been separated recently and he only just got her back. After a very heated snog they declared their love for each other. But then the woman falls ill and he is forced to take her to a hospital on her home planet to save her." She says, her face a statue of seriousness.
"I think you've been watching to many soap operas love of my very long life." He whispers into her ear. Finally Rose gives him her patented tongue poking out of her teeth grin. The Doctor grins back and leans in to snog her. But before he can there is a load cough near the foot of the bed. They look up to find rounds convened around them.
"Now Miss Tyler, if you're not to busy snogging Mr Smith, would you mind telling us how you're feeling today?" Dr Stoker asked. Rose blushed slightly.
"Fine. Though my stomach is still cramping occasionally. I've had worse days." She replies, sneaking a knowing glance at the Doctor.
"Rose Tyler was admitted yesterday for extreme abdominal pains. Jones, why don't you see what you can find. Amaze me." Dr Stoker addressed a pretty dark-skinned woman who was somewhere in her early twenties. She steps forward and leans in next to Rose.
"That wasn't very smart, running out in the cold this morning." Jones told Rose.
"I'm sorry?" She told Martha, utterly confused. She had been in bed all morning.
"On Chancery Street. You two came running up to me and you put on his tie." Jones told her. Rose looked at the Doctor.
"Really? What'd we do that for?" The Doctor asked. Jones just looked confused.
"I don't know, you just did." She said.
"It wasn't me, I was in bed. Ask the nurses." Rose told her.
"And it wasn't me. I was busy exploring your shop. See, they've got a little shop, Rose. I love a little shop." The Doctor told them. Rose laughed.
"I remember. How could I forget, it was our first adventure." She told him. 'At least, in this face.' She mentally added.
"That's weird, they looked just like you. You don't have twins do you?" She asked them. Rose just shook her head. The Doctor shrugged.
"As time passes I grow ever more weary, Miss Jones." Dr Stoker informed her. Jones took out her stethoscope and rested it where Rose's heart was. She then moved it down to her abdomin.
"Miss Jones, are you aware that you forgot to consult the patients chart, failing basic procedure?" Dr Stoker asked. Jones blushed and stood up. "Had you done so, you would have noticed that the patient has not had intercourse in the last six months." Dr Stoker goes to pick up the clipboard, but on contact his fingers receive an electric shock. He drops the chart.
"That happened to me this morning." Jones tells them. Two other interns say they experienced similar things.
"That's only to be expected. There's a thunderstorm moving in and lightning is a form of static electricity, as was first proven by - anyone?" Dr Stoker asks the interns gathered.
"Benjamin Franklin." The Doctor answers.
"Correct!" Dr Stoker proclaims. The Doctor starts to get that wistful look in his eye.
"My mate Ben, that was a day and a half. I got rope burns off that kite, and then I got soaked..." He starts. Rose, having been there when it happened begins to laugh.
"Quite." Dr Stoker says.
"And then you got electrocuted! You still have scorch marks on your suit from that! And your hair! Burnt to a crisp it was! We had to go to the 37th century just to get your hair to grow back!" Rose said, laughing at him. The Doctor touched his hair gingerly.
"Moving on." He turned to a nurse that was walking by. "Maybe a visit from psychiatric later." He told her. Then he turned back to rounds and moved them along. "And next we have..." His voice drifted away. Rose turned to the Doctor with a cheeky grin.
"So, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?" She asks him. The Doctor gives her a big grin and leans in.
"I think we were right about... here." He informs her, inches from her face. Right as their lips touch they both receive an electric shock.
"Ow!" Rose exclaims, jumping back. The Doctor frowns.
"That seems to be happening a lot today. While I was getting you a get well present I got shocked by a stuffed bear." He says. Rose perks up.
"You got me a present?" She asks excitedly. The Doctor makes a humming noise. Rose tries to peek behind him, but he effectively blocks her.
"Ah ah ah, no peeking. You want to be surprised, right?" He chides her. Rose pouts, knowing that he can't refuse her when she pouts. She can see his resolve wavering, wavering, wavering, annnnddd... Gone!
"Oh alright!" He reaches behind himself and reveals a yellow teddy wearing a denim overall dress and pink trainers with a pink rose in its paws. Rose squeals.
"It's perfect! I love it Doctor, really!" She tells him, reaching to take the bear. The Doctor, however, holds it back.
"That's not it though." He reaches behind him again and pulls out a brown bear with a pair of brainy-specs and a tie. On his feet he wears little red trainers.
"Doctor, they're little bear-us'!" She exclaims in joy. He grins at her.
"Yes they are! And do you know what else? Bear-Doctor loves Bear-Rose with every single fake-hair on his stuffed body." The Doctor tells her. Suddenly there is a crack of lightning and it begins to rain outside. The Doctor looks up nervously. He runs to the window and looks out. Then he runs off somewhere for a few minutes. When he comes back he looks out the window again.
"What's wrong?" Rose asks him. He only gets like this when something wrong is happening.
"The rain. It's going up!" He tells her, panic evident in his voice.
There you go. First chapter of my season three rewrite. Now, I haven't decided whether or not I'm going to bring Martha along or just rewrite Martha's parts for Rose. You decide! And remember that the next chapter will be brought to you by one review. Thanks!