Hello people that are still reading my stories! Loyal readers you :) This is scheduled to just be a one-shot right now, but I'm not sure if I want to turn it into a full fledged story...thoughts?
Anyway...Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. I will never own Doctor Who. Sometimes I will come to terms with that myself.
His Loss
I don't go anywhere without her.
The words rang in Rose's mind. They were thunderous and echoing against the walls of her skull. Along with them there was laughter. Rose wasn't sure who the laughter belonged to…was it hers? The Doctor's? That…French woman? Rose no longer knew; all she could comprehend were that the words and the laughter were fighting for dominance in her very human brain.
The Doctor, the leather-wearing, gorgeous and blue-eyed previous Doctor, her Doctor, had said them what now seemed like ages ago. They had been in Downing Street and were awaiting entrance to the cabinet room when that man had told the Doctor that she would not be able to accompany him. Rose remembered feeling fine about it, he was, after all, much more important to the situation than she could ever be. But then she heard his words…
I don't go anywhere without her.
The sentence, so simple, had made her heart beat faster and an inevitable smile blossom on her lips. Always the simple shop girl, even before she actually was one, no one had ever made her feel that important before. And there he was, a tall, big-eared genius of an alien looking like a man telling anyone within earshot just how important she was to him.
Was.
Now he'd gone and done what he had always at least tried not to do – leave her.
Five hours ago, he'd gone and done just that…knowingly.
Willingly.
Rose wanted to cry, shout and curse. But mostly cry.
And she really wanted Mickey to shut up. She didn't need him reminding her of their situation every few seconds. The reminders had spaced to every ten minutes, but still they were there. And all they did was remind her of what the Doctor had done. And for whom.
Certainly not for her.
He had forgotten how important she was to him. Or maybe she just wasn't that important anymore.
Maybe it was finally time to go home.
To me, it doesn't sound complete, yet it does. Just what I think she was thinking before that last half hour of waiting.
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