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Her attention was a gift.
She was a gift.
There was nothing in the universe that was more precious than Rose Tyler.
Mickey knew that very well.
He had once had hopes and dreams that he, himself, would be gifted with her attention. When they started going out, he had thought that maybe, just maybe, she would come to love him—in her own, Rose Tyler way.
But that wasn't the case.
Even though she was there with him, talking to him, laughing with him, she didn't pay attention. Her head was always in the clouds.
And he suffered every day for it—but he still had hope. He always clung to that 'eventually'.
And then, she met him.
The Doctor.
She gave him her attention.
She was there with the Doctor, talked to the Doctor, and laughed with the Doctor, in the way that she never had with him.
He was jealous, naturally.
Oh, he was so, so jealous.
But, for Rose's sake, he covered it up.
It was always for Rose's sake. She never noticed, though.
The Doctor was so lucky. He had her attention, he had her.
And Mickey didn't think that he realized it.
Mickey couldn't help but think that someday, somewhere, Rose was going to leave him.
Whether out choice (though Mickey doubted it), out of chance, or out of death (how Mickey dreaded the thought), Rose was going to leave.
And it would be in that moment, and in that moment only, that the Doctor would realize what a precious jewel he had let slip through his fingers.
He would realize, belatedly, how much he cared for her, too.
And the Doctor would never be able to tell her.
All this, Mickey thought he knew.
He would never know till it happened how right his assumptions were.
So…how was it?
And for all you Rose-haters out there, keep in mind that this is MICKEY'S point of view…if he wasn't praising Rose, then this would be a pretty sucky fanfic, wouldn't it? Haha.
Reviews are, of course, appreciated.