Story Two (part two)
Setting: Jackie Tyler's flat, sometime between "Christmas Invasion" and "Rise of the Cybermen" Conclusion.
Characters: Rose Tyler, The 10th Doctor, Jackie Tyler, and Mickey Smith.
Jackie was sitting in the kitchen sipping her now cold tea and listening to the muffled sobs of her daughter through the wall when there was a loud knocking on the door. She sighed and got up to answer it.
"Jackie let me in." The Doctor called through the door as she unlocked the bottom two locks, but she hesitated at the top chain. She instead left it locked and opened the door only a crack. She peered out and the Doctor met her gaze. "Please let me talk to Rose." He pleaded.
"She doesn't want to talk to you." Jackie told him. He glanced down at his converse.
"I don't blame her."
"You hurt her."
"I know," He looked up again, this time with determination in his sad eyes. "Let me fix it." Jackie nodded and backing up she unlocked the door. The Doctor stepped in with a grateful smile, which was promptly slapped of his face.
"That's for making my daughter cry." Jackie told him as he rubbed his injured cheek.
"Yeah, I deserved that." The Jackie slapped him again. "Woah, okay. I wasn't expecting that!"
"And if you don't make this right I'll slap your pretty boy face off."
"Pretty?" The Doctor repeated. Jackie didn't answer and just pointed to the door to Rose's room. The Doctor nodded and Jackie retreated to the kitchen to listen through the wall. The Doctor knocked softly on Rose's door.
"Rose?" He called out. There was no answer. "Can I come in?" Still no answer. "I'm coming in ok?" Silence.
He sighed, turned the knob, and opened the door. He then ducked as a pillow came flying at his head and after ricocheting off the hallway wall, landed at his feet. He picked it up and holding it protectively to his chest he walked into the dark room, a man condemned to the wrath of Rose.
Rose's bed was in the center of the room against the back wall under the window. It was getting late and outside this window the sun was setting, casting an orange glow on to Rose's soft blonde hair. She was lying on top of her covers with her face pressed into her remaining pillow.
"Rose?" The Doctor tried again as he closed the door. "Will you talk to me?" She shook her head into the pillow. Well, at least I got a response that time, the Doctor thought.
He sat down on the bed and she tried to scoot away from him but he dropped the pillow she had chucked at him on her other side barring her way. She turned her head to the side to look at what was blocking her and the Doctor could see her tear stained cheeks.
"You almost took my head off with that." He said, "Could you imagine me with no head? And don't say that's an improvement." Rose snorted at the reference to the Doctor's former ramblings before regenerating, but smiled.
"Was that a laugh?" The Doctor asked.
"No." Rose mumbled turning back into the pillow.
"She speaks! Okay, just got to make lame jokes about losing my head, Let's see, oh I got another! If I lost my head, I'd be rude and beheaded." Rose choked out a laugh.
"Stop!"
"No, I shan't stop until you turn and look at me." He stated and began tickling her. She squirmed and eventually flipped over on her back so she could defend herself. The Doctor stopped his attack at the sight of her smile and hovered over her, his right arm replacing the pillow at her side.
"Hello." She said looking up at him.
"Hello." He replied and all awkwardness between them melted away. Unfortunately, it didn't last long.
"You ran." Rose informed him with a frown as she sat up. The Doctor didn't move back and their foreheads touched.
"It's what I do best." Rose snorted, this time from disgust not laughter, and began to pull away again. "I'm sorry." The Doctor continued quickly. She stopped.
"I thought you weren't coming back, all because I had to open my big mouth."
"Now first of all, your mouth isn't big, it's rather cute, especially when you stick your tongue out between your teeth. Second you need to know that I will always come back and I will never ever leave you. I'd miss you far too much." Rose blushed. The Doctor brought a hand up and brushed his knuckled along her jawline.
"Doctor?" She questioned softly. The Doctor crawled up on to his knees moving even closer to Rose. He brought his other hand up to cup her cheek.
"I'm not exactly positive how this goes so-" The Doctor broke off, unsure, but it turned out not to matter. Rose grabbed a hold of the lapels of his coat, pulled him to her, and pressed her lips firmly against his.
Notes: What do you think? Hmmm? I think this is my favorite of the three. But you guys can decide after I post the last one…..soon I hope. Please review, they make me very very happy. =)