O.k., now on to episode 2!! I personally really enjoyed writing this one, and I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Doctor Who, and I (Possibly) NEVER will.
(What..? I can dream, can't I..? And seeing as it is almost every 11 year olds dream, and not only my own, I don't see why I can't!)
The End of the World
Rose poked her chips with her plastic fork, thinking through the adventure they had just had.
The Earth… After all it's been through… On its final minutes, everybody, including herself, was so wrapped up in saving themselves that they didn't even notice. All of those decades, perishing to nothing but severely burnt rocks and rubble. That thought pained her. She stared glumly at the greasy take out food in front of her.
"Are you O.k.?"
She raised her head, and saw a completely different expression to what she usually saw on his face. Concern.
She nodded silently, watching the people go by outside of the window. He reached out and rubbed her hand reassuringly.
"It's alright Rose. I know it must be hard for you. But everything has it's time, as I said before."
Rose nodded, and smiled half-heartedly at him.
"It's really got you down, hasn't it?"
Rose was surprised by his tone; which was usually cheery and energetic, was now soft and apprehensive. She looked him full in the eye, and nodded.
"Well, it's alright to talk about it. I'm always here if you need a talk." He grinned. "That's what friends are for!"
His last words rung in Rose's mind, replaying over and over. Beaming, she leant over the table and grasped him in a big hug.
He smiled over her shoulder, and hugged her back. She smiled, and sat in her place once again, all signs of sadness gone.
The Doctor rested his elbow on the table, as a stand to support his head. He pretended to be observing the flowers outside the window, but he was looking at Rose out of the corner of his eye.
Something about Rose was special. Unique. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was definitely something about her that made him feel… Well, happy.
She didn't push him at all to talk about things he didn't want to, and she understood boundaries, and, most importantly of all, seemed to understand Him.
He had never opened up to somebody so distant before. Actually, thinking about it, he had never opened up at all. He sighed. There was something about Rose that made him feel like they had known each other for years.
Most humans would have probably had a mental lapse when they found out that he was an alien, like – for example, Mickey the idiot. But not Rose Tyler. She was a complete mystery.
'I'll never understand humans…' He thought to himself, unaware that Rose was looking at him oddly.
"Doctor, you're staring."
"Am I..?" He averted his eyes to the ceiling, pretending not to be fazed. Rose just laughed, and ate a few chips.
I LOVED writing this chapter, but goodness knows what I am going to do with the next! R&R Please! -Puppydog eyes-
