Mickey yawned as he let the TARDIS guide him to the kitchen. God, yesterday had been some day. He had to admit, he was a little pissed off with The Doctor. Five and a half hours he and Rose waited in that 51st century spaceship! Five and a half hours!
And to top things off, he'd brought that French chick with him. Madam du-bloody Pompadour he sneered. Mickey didn't really know what was going on with Rose and The Doctor, but by the look on her face every time he was around… she was definitely lovesick.
Mickey sighed. This wasn't something he really wanted to get caught up in.
The door slid open and he gasped. There was the Doctor and Reinette, dressed in bath-robes, snogging passionately against the kitchen counter.
"Ahem,"
The Doctor pulled away from a smug looking Reinette. "Yes Mickey?" he snapped.
"Geez… nuthin Doctor. I guess I'll just go find Rose. Haven't seen her have you?"
The Doctor sighed. "Mickey, why would I have seen her. She's your girlfriend!"
Mickey was speechless. "Doctor… Rose isn't my girlfriend. And she hasn't been for a long time."
Now it was the Doctor's turn to be speechless. He just stood there, mouth gaping open slightly. Mickey walked away.
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Rose moaned in bed as yesterday's events came back to her. Oh, my Doctor. Then she corrected herself. No, not my Doctor. Reinette's Doctor.
There was a gentle tapping on Rose's bedroom door and her heart skipped a beat. Maybe it was The Doctor, coming to apologise, tell her he chucked Reinette out the nearest airlock, professing his undying love for her, Rose.
"Rose?"
Oh.
"Mmm, come in Mickey!"
The dark young man cautiously wandered in. He'd never been in Rose's bedroom in the TARDIS before but it was just like her one back at the estate. Light and pink and everything Rose Tyler. Last nights clothes strewn across the floor. Relics from her and the Doctor's many adventures. A few snapshots blue-tacked onto the wall. Her and him, her and her mother, her and the old doctor. Her and the new doctor.
"How you feeling Rose?"
"What… fine, what do you mean? Why wouldn't I be," she stuttered defensively.
"Well, I just mean… what with yesterday, and you and the Doctor, and Reinette…"
Rose felt tears prickle at her eyes. She stuck her chin proudly into the air. "I don't know what your talking about, Mickey!"
"Rose, how long have I known you. You don't have to pretend with me."
He crushed her into a hug, and Rose felt her resolve waver. She began to sob silently, sharp, shallow breaths.
"Oh Mickey… it's just… I love him! And to see him with her…"
"Rose, Rose listen to me. The Doctor loves you. I've seen him… you've got something special there, more than we could ever have. He's just, he's just blinded by her."
Rose spluttered, "No, he loves her. She makes him happy. Not me!"
"Rose, he loves you. She's just… she's a manipulative bitch Rose, how do you think she got to be the King's mistress? Pretty soon he's gonna wake up and see her for what she is!"
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Reinette had wandered back to the Doctor's bedroom to retrieve her clothes when she heard a gentle sobbing coming from that Rose girl's room. She tiptoed closer and pressed her ear to the door to catch the conversation.
She listened as the girl professed her undying love for her Doctor. Huh. What a little fool… and Reinette had always enjoyed a good competition. She would show this girl who the Doctor belonged too!