Authors note: Italics=thoughts not said aloud.
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One trip…not exactly what she was hoping for. Rose fought her disappointment. After all, a trip could take any manner of time…and during that time, she would just have to make him love her all over again. Then he wouldn't want her to leave, not after one trip, not ever. She had done it once, and then she hadn't even been trying…it couldn't be that hard, could it? Trying to look pleased, she gave him a flirtatious smile and said, "If you say so."
The Doctor cocked his head slightly, obviously not getting the joke, and then replied grandly "I do say so."
She laughed, starting out the door "Well how about I go and get some shoes? If we're going to be off in space and time battling Daleks and such I'm going to need shoes." Her laugh died in her throat at the expression of horror on The Doctor's face.
"What did you say?" He gasped, brown eyes haunted.
Oh no. She'd forgotten that before he met her he'd thought they were all dead. She tried to cover her mistake, laughing over dramatically. "Oh that was just a joke…I mean it's not like there are any more Daleks. They all died in…ya know," She made a vague gesture, " the… Time war."
"I see." His jaw tightened, and his eyes flamed with sadness and inner rage. "In the future, please keep such jokes to yourself. Daleks are no laughing matter."
"Oh I know! They're terrifying!" At his sharp look she added quickly. "I mean they sound terrifying. From your stories."
He studied her for a moment and then said quietly, "I think you'd better get your shoes."
"I'll do that…right." She said, and stepped outside of the Tardis with mixed feelings, knowing that she had upset him and feeling helpless about what to do about it. She'd have to be careful in the future. This Doctor didn't know her, and he didn't love her. She had to make sure to give him a good impression. She suddenly had a horrible thought. What if she made an awful impression? What if this time around the Doctor disliked her so much that when they met in the future he didn't take her hand, and just left her to the mannequins? Don't be silly, she scolded herself. The Doctor would never leave anyone to die. But he might leave them after he saved them…this prospect was undeniably true and could not be brushed off as easily. The thought made her midsection knot up. No! She thought fiercely. That is not going to happen. The Doctor said he could erase his memory. It is all going to work out. Her spirits lifted at this, and she started towards home, shoving down the little voice in the back of her head that whispered, actually he said maybe…
To Be Continued