Rose was in the kitchen, clasping a mug of hot chocolate. It was the evening, and the Doctor, Donna and Martha were in the control room, playing Twister. She could hear laughter and squeals, and the occasional slap from Donna, for the Doctor invading her personal space.
"It's Twister, for god sake!" The Doctor cried, exasperated. Rose smiled as she heard them carry on. They had offered her to join, but she was really tired and there was an uncomfortable feeling between her and the Doctor after his little confession the night before. She sipped her hot chocolate and sighed. What was she to do? Should she bring it up? What if he didn't remember, and then kicked her out? No, he would never do that...would he? Rose sank further into her chair. Donna walked into the room.
"Hey, Rose! Not want to join?" She asked, getting a drink from the fridge. Rose shook her head.
"Nah, I'm off to bed soon," Rose replied. Donna raised an eyebrow.
"What's going on?"
"What do you mean?"
"You just seem...edgy. Not around me, as much, but around the Doctor. Whats happened?" Donna sat down next to her.
"Nothing! I don't know what you mean!" Rose laughed, "I'm just...tired."
"Rose. Listen to me. I'm your friend. I'm concerned for you. I just want you to be happy again. So whats up?" She asked, puttng an arm around her. Rose knew that she couldn't not tell her any longer. She had already told Martha, so what harm would it do if she told Donna?
"Well, last night, when you were asleep, the Doctor told me something. I might have been dreaming, but it felt so real. We were chatting about something, I can't really remember what, but he told me that he loved me," Rose bit her lip and waited for Donna's reaction.
"So?" Rose frowned.
"What do you mean so?"
"I mean, what's the big deal. Like you didn't know!" Donna laughed, but stopped when she saw Rose was keeping a straight face.
"I don't think he remembers.." Rose trailed off. Donna soon realised what she was talking about.
"Oh! I understand now! Just ask him if what he remembers about last night, and see what he says. If he goes all uncomfortable, then its obvious he remembers. If he doesn't, and chats about some stupid spaceman stuff, then you know that either you had a dream, or he has a really bad hangover," Donna smiled, trying to make light of the situation. Rose sighed, and stood up.
"I'm off to bed, night!" She mumbled.
"Night!" Donna said softly. Poor kid she thought, as she washed up her mug. She then resolved to talk to the Doctor to get to the bottom of this...
DWDWDWDWDWDWDWDWDWDWDW
The Doctor was packing up the Twister game when Donna ambled in. He smiled at her.
"Good game, eh?" He folded the mat away and stuffed it in the box. He stood up, brushed himself down, and came face to face Donna.
"Yeah, it was great. Listen, we need to talk," Donna ushered him to the captains chair.
"Oh, we need to talk! Sounds serious," The Doctor joked. Donna took a deep breath in, knowing that if Rose found out aout the conversation they were about to have.
"Ok, I need you to promise me that nothing I am about to say will leave this room, Ok?" Donna put out her pinkie. The Doctor raised an eyebrow.
"A pinkie promise?" He scoffed.
"Just do it!" Donna ordered, and he wrapped his little finger around hers. "Ok, so how would you describe your relationship with me?"
"Sometimes odd, quite funny, especially when you are in trouble, and when you scream, boy, do you know it! It's like a banshee..."
"OK, I get it!" Donna interrupted him, "Martha?"
"I treated her badly in the begginging, but we're good now. She's intelligent, and she deserves the best," The Doctor smiled. Donna was miffed. Martha's intelligent, she thought, deserves the best. Donna? Nah, she screams like a blimmin' Banshee! She was seriously going to kill him. But right now, she was on a mission.
"And...Rose?" She asked.
"Donna, what is it that you want?" The Doctor rubbed his forehead.
"Just answer the question!"
"Fine! Where do I begin with Rose? Met her, regenerated, lost her, then I found her again. And that's brilliant. That's so brilliant."
"Yeah, I'm happy for you. But...anything else?" She tried to delve in deeper, but the Doctor was having none of it.
"Listen, I think I'm gonna check on-"
"FOR GOD SAKE! YOU ARE SO ALIEN!" Donna cried.
"I'm sorry?"
"God, it's staring you right in the face! Do you love her or not?" Donna put her hands on her hips. The Doctor was taken aback. Love is a strong word. He felt it for many things. Bananas. Trouble. Adventures. Justice. But for Rose? It was true he cared deeply about her, more so then any other companion. But did he love her?
"No, I do not love Rose!" He answered, quietly. Donna frowned.
"You don't mean that, I know that you don't," She was starting to get angry. How dare he lie to her? "You even told her yourself, last night, when you were drunk!"
"Yes, I know but I was drunk! It was a slip of the tongue. I was meant to say...like..." The Doctor tried to reason with Donna.
"Just leave it, Doctor, just leave it-" Donna stormed out. The Doctor sighed, and flopped onto the chair, not knowing that Rose had been watching them, with a tear rolling down her cheek.
Like it? Hate it? Please comment!