The Doctor couldn't stop looking at Rose. She was blushing. Blushing! As if that was something the Doctor hadn't seen before. But it wasn't something he'd noticed her doing before, or rather noticed in a pointed way. At least not until Mickey the Idiot had pointed it out, in a blushing way himself. Lost Moon of Poosh! Am I feeling envious of Mickey the Idiot?
Evidently, his life was quickly spinning out of control if this was his reaction to Rose and a blush. He ran his hand through his hair, loving that the length was just long enough to run his fingers through and leave it mussed up just that right amount. For a moment, his thoughts wandered away to safer arenas of thought, such as his appearance.
"Mickey, not nice!" she said, smacking him on the arm, while her cheeks turned, well, rosy. If anyone would have told him he would have thought that while a surge of jealousy overtook him, he would have called him mad. Off hisrocker.
He started smacking knobs and buttons on the console, yanking on things randomly.
"Allons-y, Rose, let's get out of here," he half-snapped.
The two of them gave each other a look. Mickey shrugged, muttered, "See ya where you come back round, yeah?"
Rose nodded and gave him a hug.
He huffed distractedly and got her going, not paying any attention to what or when coordinates he was entering.
Once the TARDIS was off and flying. He finally straightened and happened to lock eyes with her, standing just across from him.
"What . . . what was that all about?"
"We have to, um, go talk to this thing. I mean go do this person. Bloody . . . ! You'll see." He actually had no idea. She shrugged. He shook his head.
When the TARDIS finally landed, the Doctor could have smacked his forehead.
Paris.
In the most romantic time Paris experienced, the early 2620s.
Bloody hell.
Everything about the city was designed to be love inspiring.
He ran past Rose to block the door. "Um, change of plans. Actually we're, uh, we're going to go back to the console . . . ." He spun her around and tried directing her back, away from the doors with his arm around her shoulders.
She looked up at him with those big, beauti-blue, just blue eyes. "Is it dangerous?"
"Yes. Absolutely. Well, dangerous for you maybe not, . . ." He grimaced. Before he could stop her, she pushed past him and had opened the door.
He mentally cringed. How am I going to explain this one?
"Rose, I would like to explain . . . "
But her face was already turning back to him, the sparkle of excitement in her eyes. "Please can we . . . ?"
He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Fine. Fine fine fine."