A/N : Thanks for reading! Sorry for the grammar mistakes.

Disclaimer: characters are not mine.

Chapter Two

When the Doctor left them stranded on the spaceship, Rose and Mickey were nervous and worried but they both knew that they still have the emergency program one to send them back home if the Doctor did not come back.

But looking at the half destroyed TARDIS, real fear started to set in. The main console had been blown to bits. There was no way they could access the emergency program one now. The TARDIS was dead. It was Satellite 5 all over again.

"ROSE!" Mickey yelled before she could mourn the death of the blue box.

Rose turned around and let out a bitter laugh as she found herself standing face to face with the lone droid. The droid was pointing a large gun at Mickey and easily had her with its blade at her throat. Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

"Of course. I should have known," she started. "And now you got a big gun with you too. 51st century gun! Just my luck."

Poor Mickey looked so frightened. She would be too if she had a large gun pointing at her but right now she had a cool metal blade at her throat and there was nothing she could do to help Mickey. He shouldn't have seen this. This was supposed to be a memorable and exciting first trip for Mickey. Well, she supposed this whole thing was memorable enough for him but she wasn't sure if they would survive this time.

While Rose wasn't exactly excited when the Doctor agreed to have Mickey on board but she was grateful for his company for the past few days. The Doctor was a bit distraught over Sarah Jane sudden appearance and he tried so hard to put some spaces between them. He was aloof and detached. Rose did wonder if he planned to send her back home after the whole fiasco. But no, he invited Mickey to come along and ignored her completely.

"You are compatible. Not our first choice but your brain will do."

She frowned. This few weeks had been an emotional roller coaster for her. And now a clockwork droid with an ugly mask trying to make her feel even shittier by letting her know that she wasn't their first choice. Not even for the damn droids!

"You could at least spare my feelings before chopping my head off you know," she said, buying whatever time she had left. Her breath became shallow as the droid slowly and almost teasingly, grazed the blade on her skin.

"You talk too much. You sounds just like your mother," the droid mimicked the doctor's words.

Ah.

Humiliation surged through her and she let out another bitter laugh. I bet you'd regret your words Doctor when you find my headless body.

Mickey looked at her, silently begged her to shut up and not to say anything that would speed up her death. But right now she was even more worried about him. Guilty. Guilty for putting him in this situation. She would not be able to live with herself if something happen to Mickey under her watch.

Doctor, where are you?

Help me.

Stop it Rose. He's not coming. He has to save Reinette remember?

"Alright then," she began slowly. "You can have my brain but let my friend go."

"No! Rose! Are you crazy!"

She ignored Mickey and looked at her captor. "What d'ya say huh? You let him go and we'll have it your way."

Neither of them saw when Mickey the Idiot suddenly launched himself at the droid and struggled with the gun. The whole thing happened so fast. Rose could only stare in horror as a gunshot was heard and in a second, Mickey was lying down in a pool of blood.

"NO!"

Is he dead? Is he dead?

"You bitch!"

She could feel the blade sliced through her chest as she struggled with the gun. Blood soaked her shirt and at that moment she realized that she really didn't care. She got nothing to lose. No Doctor. No Mickey. And she'd probably never see her mum again.

With all her might, she pulled the gun from the droid and shot its head.

"Mickey. Mickey oh my god, please wake up."

Tears streamed down her face as she held Mickey almost lifeless body in her arm. Mickey opened his eyes and let out a quiet laugh that laced with pain.

"Babe. I'm okay. The blade just grazed my shoulder, don't let the blood fool you."

"Oh thank god! Mickey you gonna be alright don't worry. I got you," she kissed his head. Mickey wanted to ask her what she meant by that but couldn't find the energy to do so.

"We're going home. We'll be fine."

"But how?" He asked, confused.

"You'll see. Just go to sleep. We'll be back at home when you wake up okay? Now sleep."

Rose put his head carefully on the floor, away from his own pool of blood. And at that moment he saw Rose's ripped shirt and her blood soaked her shirt. She was hurt.

"Rose, you're bleeding! "

"I'm not. Shhh Mickey. Sleep. I'll see you later."

She kissed his head again and this time Mickey was too tired to argue.

"I'm sorry," Rose said as she took the gun on the floor. "I'm sorry."

She wasn't sure who she was saying sorry to. Was it to the TARDIS? Or was it to the Doctor and Mickey? Probably to all of you, she decided.

The main console of the TARDIS was already destroyed. But Rose Tyler kept shooting at it again and again until a familiar golden light consumed her.