Hi everyone, this was my first Fanfiction I published on the site which I have finally re-vamped and tided up so it reads a little better. Enjoy!
Between a closed door
One of the best things Rose found about living in the TARDIS was the space. When she lived with her mum in their Powell Estate flat there was no getting away. Many arguments with her mum had left Rose barricading herself in her room, wishing she could be a thousand miles away. And now she was a thousand corridors away from the Doctor. Although the room Rose was in wasn't at all as comfortable as the 'room of chairs', as grand as the Library, or even as calm as the Cloisters she felt it was the best place for her to be.
Rose was in one of the less used, more remote, bedrooms of the TARDIS. The shelves on the curved walls of the room held a wide selection of the Doctor's knick-knacks. There were a large amount of, (what Rose guessed were) power-cells and circuit boards jammed next to incredible flowers and plants from every spiral-arm of the galaxy. Rose felt at home there, in the organised clutter. It was just a place where she could get away from the Doctor, just for a little while.
"Where's Mickey?"
"He's gone home."
When they left Mickey behind Rose thought she could cope. When she'd seen her mum, realised she was alive, she truly realised that Mickey was gone. And the Doctor, he was there. But, Mickey, was, not. With a sudden burst of anger Rose kicked the wall of the room. The pain shot up her leg, and a tear rolled silently from her eye. The Doctor wouldn't have heard the crash of Rose's foot hitting the wall, or her yelp of pain. He was spending his time now, telling her mum where Mickey had gone.
Where? He was in 'London' with some guy called Jake. She kidded herself for a second that she could phone him up now and he'd be round by tea time. She'd left her phone with him. Rose collapsed on to her knees, head in hands and cried.
Instantly the Doctor knew something was wrong the moment Rose had disappeared back to the TARDIS. He'd not wanted to worry her mum, so he finished his tea and explanation before finding her. He'd already guessed that she didn't want to hear what he'd had to say to Jacky. Anything he could, or would say to her now, as he roamed the long corridors of the TARDIS, wouldn't make things any better. As the Doctor passed an old, battered door he stopped. In Gallifryan lettering, a sign spelt out the name 'Susan'. A pang in the back of the Doctor's mind sounded, stabbing an old wound afresh.
The time war.
He closed his eyes and leaned against the door. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tried to get a grip. He could hear a mix of sound, the throb of his two hearts in his ears, the slow, shallow sound of his own breathing, and the rasping sobs of a young, heart broken girl, just behind the door.
Opening the door slowly, the Doctor could see Rose curled up in the middle of the room. Rose raised her head to look at him with reddened, mascara smudged eyes.
"What's wrong?" Rose said, forcing a smile. The Doctor looked puzzled, it was her who was upset, and he, was, not ok. He a forced a quick smile and knelt down next to her.
"You're the one who's upset! I'm sorry about Mickey; I should have stopped him-"
"-No. He's right; he should stay with his Gran. I've got you. Now what's wrong?" Rose said with force, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Rose, this was Susan's room." The Doctor said.
Who the heck was Susan? Another Sarah-Jane? Rose thought, suddenly loosing all sympathy. "Who?" Rose spat.
"She's my Granddaughter, or was. I don't know. I try not to think about it, cos it's not fair on you, or anyone else. I left her behind. And you asked me if I'll leave you behind, well I don't know. Because a past me left my own granddaughter behind. And now she's gone, everyone and everything, and-" Rose leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek,
"We can cry together then?"