Hmm, I've decided I can write what I want, no strings attached. Of course this is common knowledge to you, ah, blokes out there. In here it's a party, in here meaning the recesses of my mind. Anyhow, on with the, ah, bloody story, yes?
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The Doctor did not anger easily, and the chances of him even being upset had greatly decreased with his regeneration. He could remember two times he had been upset, as you could call it, in this generation. One, when he had just gotten a banana ice-cream, which Rose seemed to think was repulsive, only to have it pushed onto his face and clothing before he got even one taste.
He had accidentally trapped the man who had done said pushing in a tree for an hour. He still says that it is a mystery how he got there, maybe Daliks? We'll never know. The second happened on a planet that apparently still had not gotten to the women's rights movement, they had called her some unsavory insults. While Rose couldn't do anything to stop them he could. They never did find out how those men ended up at the mercy of the very women they treated as slaves.
He had heard there had been a revolution soon after their visit, wonder why? He had never felt true fury in this form though, until today.
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It had been a simple request, a trip out, onto the streets that Rose had once called her own. He didn't think she would need him, what were a couple hours on streets she knew? She was late; it was late. He felt panic rise and he stamped it down, it was only a couple of minutes. He didn't have to worry, Rose would be fine. Who in the bloody Hell was he kidding?
He went after her hours after sunset; she had meant to return just at, she had missed her mark. He found her, her clothing was mussed, bloody cuts littered her body. He had felt rage then, pure fury. He remembered asking. Was she alright? Was she in pain? Then he had asked the one that weighed his mind. Who had dared do this?
He found out later, after she was patched up, he gritted he teeth at the mere thought of the cuts and burses that had covered her like a tightened sheet. He had gotten a handful of names, several faces, and one sweet kiss for all of his concern. He had also found much to his horror and delight, that she had escaped before she was… was touched. She had done so by dislocating her arm, which he had pushed back into its socket before her sleep.
He had gone out that night, that time. He left Rose asleep, safely guarded by the Tardis. He returned looking just as he went, not a hair out of place. Later the newspaper printed a report on numerous men disappearing out of the blue, repulsive men they were though, a gang.
Wonder where they went off to?
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So first time writing Doctor Who, did I get it right? To clear something up, and in the name of the good Doctors reputation, I said they disappeared; I did not say they died. Tah Tah!