Two days later Rose was up and about. She had finally taken a long shower and managed to find something suitable to make herself look pretty. She figured that the only way to get back some self confidence was to try and look the part. No use in wallowing in self pity. She might not be Madame de Pompadour, but she wasn't a complete looser either. She figured she could accentuate the positive assets nature had given her by putting on a miniskirt with her black boots and a white shirt that showed her curves in all the right places. She next worked on her hair and makeup, making sure that her eyes popped out and her lips were a nice glossy pink for full affect. Madame de Pompadour might have been a courtesan with all the classy moves, but she certainly wasn't Rose Tyler. She had some moves of her own and she planned to use them. That Time Lord wouldn't even see her coming!
"So, where to next?" Rose asked leaning onto the console of the TARDIS.
The Doctor almost jumped as Rose flashed him her mischievous grin. Mickey managed to give her a low whistle as he saw what she was wearing.
"Where do you want to go?" the Doctor asked as his voice almost caught in his throat when he realized that Rose was wearing a white t-shirt that hugged dangerously to the curves of her body.
"Ooooh, I dunno," she said. "Why don't we ask Mickey? He might want to explore places that he's only heard us talk about."
Mickey smiled, suddenly thinking that he would very much want to be surprised. In fact, anywhere they would take him to would certainly be a surprise to him. "I don't care," he said. "Just as long we can have a good time, have a couple of laughs and shake off the past is ok with me."
Both the Doctor and Rose grinned at Mickey's enthusiasm. The Doctor moved the controls of the TARDIS and she began to take them through time and space. "I know the place," the Doctor said. "Exactly what the Doctor ordered. Rest, relaxation, a bit of a holiday."
Mickey laughed as he grabbed on the console, feeling the TARDIS hurling them towards their destination. The TARDIS landed abruptly, causing the three to fall haphazardly on the floor. They laughed, seeing how silly they all looked as they were knocked over by the impact of the landing. The Doctor was the first to jump up, ready to help Rose as he started to chatter away about the place they've landed. He held out his hand to pull her up, but Rose managed to grab onto the console and hoisted herself up. "Don't worry about me, Doctor," she said avoiding his hand. "I can take care of myself." She went around, not touching him and proceeded to grab Mickey's hand. "Come on then," she told him, pulling him towards the doors of the TARDIS. "Let's go see this place of yours then."
The Doctor watch them go, realizing that his hand was still stretched out, reaching out towards nothing.
For all intended purposes Rose was completely herself. She still questioned the Doctor incessantly about a million and one thing and was continually excited about the worlds they saw. She seemed to enjoy the time she spent with him, despite Mickey's presence, and although he was sure that she wasn't officially back with Mickey, she didn't seem officially back with him either. It was ages since he felt her hand in his. Ages since he'd hug her, for whatever reason it may be. He seemed to have found many reasons to hug her in the past, if only to breath in the sweet fragrance that was uniquely hers. She had been quite eager not to deny him the opportunity to hold her close. It was their silent form of communication, of showing their affection to one another. Now she couldn't even bare to hold his hand.