Hello all, I had this idea for a fic after talking to an uncle about the London underground…believe it or not I'd never heard about the supposed ghosts and though well…there's a good idea for a Doctor Who story. I'm all about Rose/10 but I like Mickey too and I like to give him and the Doctor a bit of male bonding time…ha! Oh and I haven't had much practice with writing as the doctor's character so constructive criticism is very welcome!

Enjoy and Review…especially as it's my first Dw fic ever!

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"Yes, it is definitely my favourite form of transport…well…maybe the telepathic carts of rexall 12…well then there's the monosepian migratory shrouds…well maybe the Tardis…well it's up there in the top 50 I promise…jelly bean?"

Mickey Smith didn't deserve this. He really didn't. He wasn't a bad person, not really, so he'd "forgotten" to repair his Nan's carpet. So he'd told Rose that David Gives was gay to stop her dating him. He was human wasn't he? All humans made mistakes; it was what made them, well human. So he didn't deserve this.

He crossed his legs, uncrossed them, folded his arms, and unfolded them all the time trying not to catch the eye of any of the other passengers. It was rush hour and the London underground was its usual hive of activity but for some reason Mickey and his companion had managed to get a row of seats to themselves. People seemed reluctant to come too close…

"But then of course there were the old transporters. Beam me up Scottie! Ha…No…not even a giggle? Are you sure this is the right train? Doesn't seem to be too busy for a main line? You sure you don't want a jelly bean?"

He had a point. People were actually entering the car, catching sight of them and running back out now…you'd be surprised how quick word travels on the underground. Apparently a skinny know-it-all talking to himself about alien planets and holding a huge rucksack wasn't everyone's favourite travelling companion.

Mickey didn't blame them.