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Dancing with the Past

The Doctor crouched down under the TARDIS console, shaking his head violently to get rid of this oddness.
He didn't know what was going on with him. He thought that he could hear things in his head, like something telepathic was going on but what it was exactly he couldn't quite make out. It was like eavesdropping a conversation which was going on in very low voices from the other side of the wall.
He shook his head once more and stood up from underneath the TARDIS console, hitting his head on the edge of it as he rose.
"Fantastic!" he mumbled sarcastically, rubbing the back of his bruised head.
A quickly stifled giggle came from the other side of the console room and the Doctor spun around quickly, still rubbing his head.
From across the console, and through the blue green light, the Doctor could see that Rose Tyler was standing across the room, wearing a white shirt and a pair of jeans. Needless to say in the light, the white looked the same colour as the light which was casting shadows and the jeans looked... well, just like jeans, he decided quickly.
Her face was looking different, oddly enough. No, hang on. It wasn't her normal face... well, not face, expression. It was more of a... pleading expression.
"Rose," the Doctor began, raising his eyebrows. "What do you want?"
Rose slumped and walked over to him, poking him in the back with a slight smile.
"Is it that obvious?"
He grabbed hold of her wrist to stop her prodding him. "Yes, it is Rose," he replied evenly, fixing her with his light blue stare. "What do you want?"
Rose gave a sigh then looked him straight in the eye, still smiling. "All right. I give up. No fooling you and your non-human non-stupid ape brain..."
"Rose..."
She rolled her eyes with a good-natured grin. "Can we go and see my mum?"
The Doctor groaned audibly. Rose raised her spare hand, giving him a small, playful slap.
"That is why I groan at the thought of going and seeing your mother," he replied. "She always slaps me!"
He cradled his face with his hand dramatically.
"Please?" she asked, flicking her hair back and staring at him with her most innocent look. She smiled. "Pretty please? Pretty pretty pretty please?"
The Doctor sighed and walked around the console, tapping in the information that the TARDIS needed to get to the Powell Estate. "Very we-"
His head began to pound and the console swam before him. He held out a hand to steady himself, pleased to see that Rose hadn't seen him swoon because she had been looking around the console. Good.
The TARDIS engines ground into action.
Rose looked over to the Doctor, smiling happily. In return the Doctor gave a manic grin, looking at the screen in surprise as the TARDIS jolted suddenly and the engines quietened abruptly.
He swore under his breath in Gallifreyan, eyes widening.
Great.
"Rose, we're not at the Powell Estate," he said grimly. "You're not going to see your mother. Don't know why..."
He gulped. "For some reason, we're in York."

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