DISCLAIMERS: I have managed to steal a Vortex Manipulator and Produced Doctor Who in 1961, so I now own it and am a millionaire and that is why I am reduced to writing fan fiction when I want Rose and the Doctor together. There is a flaw in that logic. I also have no pennies to my name so suing me would be futile.
The idea for the Doctor's 1st stop in this chapter came from a story I read so long ago I can't even remember which Doctor it was, never mind credit the author; My apologies.
Thanks to my Mom who helped solve some issues with this chapter. And to JKW my Beta for her hard work.
My Rose's Birthday is: May 7, 1986
My Doctor met Rose March 15, 2005; she's still 19 for 2 more months.
CHAPTER 3: ASKING TWICE
Previously on Doctor Who...
"Okay," the Doctor said simply. "See you around." He waited a few more seconds, hoping that she would change her mind, before finally taking a step back and closing the door. He slowly made his way up to the console and sent the Tardis into the Time Vortex, leaving Rose behind on Earth.
He sighed as he felt more weary than he had before he had met the young blonde human. The Tardis never felt so empty before. He felt doomed to wander the universe alone, with his Tardis his only company...
D*W
The Tardis Thrummed encouragingly at the Doctor, telling him it would all work out in the end. He looked crossly at the console for a minute.
"What would you know about it! Rose didn't want to come. That's the end of it. This life is dangerous enough. I shouldn't of asked the once, which is why I have a policy of never asking twice. I used to have a policy of not asking, remember, people just showed up here somehow or another." He sighed. He was tired of talking to the Tardis.
He suddenly felt weary, which wasn't good. He didn't want to sleep; he hated sleeping. Sleeping meant dreaming; dreaming meant nightmares. Nightmares meant visions of all the things he had done wrong in his 900 years- usually from the Time War and Gallifrey burning. But he had gone without sleep for nearly a week now, and as superior as his biology was, he needed to sleep at some point. He made his way to his room to rest for a while, praying his nightmares would let him have some peace for once.
They didn't. His dreams were filled with visions of his beautiful planet. It would start out peaceful, as if he were just a boy playing in the fields back home once again. Then suddenly the burnt orange sky lit up with a different kind of orange; fire and smoke followed. Next thing he knew, the ground below began to quake and break up.
Through it all, he remained fine almost as if surrounded by a protected bubble, but all the people around him- the friends and family that were playing with him in his dream- kept dying. Anytime he tried to move closer to them, to help them, the tremors just got stronger and the fires hotter, putting them all in even greater danger.
He could do nothing but watch in despair as everyone he cared for, loved, died around him as he remained safe, somehow protected from all the devastation that was raining down upon them. Gallifrey was being torn apart, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
He wracked his brain for a way to help them, but there was nothing he could do. Nowhere he could go for help in time to save them. He wanted to try darting to them and see if he could outrun the tremors that grew worse when tried to approach them, but feared making things worse. He was almost frozen in terror.
Susan, his granddaughter, looked at him from where she hung on from the edge of a cliff by the roots of a tree that was about to fall over. She knew that these were her last moments. "Why, Grandfather? Why did you do this? Why did you kill me? It is your fault. There was no reason to do this. There was another way. There is always another way. You killed me. You killed me. You! Killed! Me!"
D*W
The Doctor woke up gasping. Worse than the dreams of the events that had actually taken place years ago were the dreams of the events that had never happened. Dreams of what they would have said, if they could. Why did it have to be him that survived? Why did he have to stop the bloody Time War? He wanted to go back and fall with the rest of his family, the rest of his people. So what if the stupid universe needed him? What had the universe ever done for him?
The Tardis sensing her driver's darkening mood quickly decided that she had to take action. He had been falling down a dark hole for some time now and she had been doing her best to land places to help him out of it. Unfortunately, once she landed the rest was up to him, and he was a very stubborn man this time around.
He had needed to take that young blonde human with him. The Tardis had liked her right away and knew things about her the almighty Time Lord couldn't begin to imagine. But the silly bipedal being had left her behind and was refusing to go back and ask again. Well, the Tardis was not going to put up with that.
So the Tardis plotted ahead. The silly Time Lord only had so much control over where they went, after all. Most of his companions blamed this on his being a "bad driver" but it was in fact the Tardis who often adjusted their course. He knew this, of course, but never bothered to explain himself to his human friends who had trouble believing that the bigger-on-the-inside ship was in fact, not only alive, but also sentient. Next time he set their course, she was going to take them to a place and time where he would learn how much he should go and fetch Miss Rose Tyler.
The Doctor finally got up and dragged himself over to his bathroom and splashed himself with water. He gave a heavy sigh and began his normal "morning" routine. He had gotten all of three hours of sleep. Considering he had not slept in a week or so, he really needed a bit more than that. However, he knew there was no chance he would be able to get any more sleep now. It had been a long time since he had gotten a decent amount of sleep. He had gotten used to running on less that half of a normal amount of sleep, for a Time Lord.
The Doctor, now dressed in his freshly cleaned clothes, made his way to the console room. Needing a distraction from his dark dreams and thoughts, he quickly set about finding a place to head off to. "So, old girl, where to next? Any ideas?"
To his surprise coordinates started appearing on the monitor. "Have you found something interesting? Is there some trouble going on?" he asked his wise and ancient ship. He received no reply other than the coordinated blinking, as if urging him to get moving. "Okay, lets go, then," he made his way around the room, taking them to the time and place she had suggested.
When he arrived and stepped out the doors he was surprised to find himself at the Powell Estate in London, England, Earth, and it was still night- close to ten o'clock, judging by the light. Hadn't he just left here? However, a quick check indicated that he was definitely in an earlier year. Looking around, he noted a newspaper that said the date was August 4, 1993.
D*W
Not far from where the Doctor had landed was a small park. In this park was the usual grass and trees, and bicycle and walking paths, and, of course, a child's playground. In the playground were slides, and teeter-totters, a few swings, and other typical playground equipment. And on this night, at this hour, sat a little girl all by her self on a swing, looking up at the stars. She had recently seen the movie "Lion King" and wondered if it was true that people who die became stars. She wished she could go to the stars and find out.
The Doctor walked around the area trying to find out why the Tardis had brought him there of all places. He made his way to the park, the area by which he had told a young blonde human girl a bit about himself. Never had he revealed so much about himself and certainly not so soon after meeting someone, but there was just something about that girl that made him want to talk to her.
Perhaps it came from the extreme loneliness he now felt, being the last of his kind, that had made him open up to her. Maybe it had been her kindness that had made him hope she could understand something about him, which was something he had not had since Gallifrey had been lost.* Whatever it was the Doctor had felt, for a brief moment, that he had a partner again.
He sighed and walked through the deserted park, hands in his pockets. He was startled a moment later when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. Looking up, he noticed it was a young girl sitting on a swing ahead of him.'What is she doing out here all by herself? What kind of parents would let their child out at this time of night all alone; its dangerous! And what sort of child would want to be out here by themselves?' He thought.
The Doctor wondered if it would be better to watch from a distance to make sure no harm would come to the child or to try and go up to her and see that she go inside. He was a stranger and didn't want to frighten her so that she ran away and into other possible danger. But if he was too far away, other dangers might get close before he noticed it. So, making his choice, the Doctor put on his best "I'm just a friendly idiot" smile, and hoped it still worked in his new incarnation, and walked over to the little girl.
The young girl was only about six to eight Earth-years old, he guessed. She had lonely brown eyes and a warm smile. Dirty-blonde hair was down to her shoulders. She wore jimjams that were pink with colorful butterflies on them. Sneakers adorned her feet, and a lightweight purple jacket covered her shoulders. 'At least she was smart enough to grab her shoes and jacket before coming out here, tonight,' the Doctor thought.
"Hello," he greeted her.
"I'm nots 'possed to talk to strangers," she said glancing at him, before looking back at the sky.
The Doctor decided to be sociable with the young child and sat down in a swing, leaving one in between them thereby giving her some room and not crowding her. "And that is a very good piece of advice to follow. So, how about I tell you my name, then I won't be such a stranger, okay?"
Looking thoughtful, the girl finally nodded.
"I'm called the Doctor. And its just the Doctor."
"Hello, Mr. Doctor," said Rose properly greeting this new friend who had dropped in on her stargazing. Rose had left her home and come out to the park so that she could look up at the stars. Her mum wouldn't be back from work till eleven and the sitter was in the 'loo while Rose snuck out.
"Hello!" he replied, waving cheerily. Children always did make him happy and forget his troubles for a while. They had such a simple way of looking at things, such innocent thought process and innocent hearts. "And may I have something to call you?" he asked her.
"Why don't you calls me Missy*?" she offered.
"I guess that'll do. Maybe when you know me better you can tell me your real name, yeah?" 'Missy' didn't respond to that, just continued to sit there on the swing, giving no indication that Missy was not her name.
"So, tell me Missy, what are you doing out here at this time of night? Shouldn't a nice girl like you be tucked into her bed?"
"I was, but I had a chance to sneak outside, so I took it," she told him in a whisper, giggling.
"Now, what was so important that you had to sneak outside to come see? Surely you know it's not exactly safe out here," he said.
"I knows, but I wanted to look at the stars. You can't sees th' stars from inside an' you can't sees them when th' suns out. So I has to come outside at night to see 'em, and I never gets to do that. Mum works at night an' everyone tells me to go to bed at night. She never lets me look at the stars." Missy had gotten more and more forlorn as she had talked to him.
"And so you risked life and grounding to come outside and see the stars. Well, I used to do similar things myself. Everyone should see the stars, Missy. From a distance if not up close." the Doctor told this sweet young girl. She tugged at his heart-strings with her desire to simply see the stars in the sky.
"I saw th' 'Lion King' with my friend th' otha' day. Mufasa says stars are people who've died looking down on us. Do you think tha's true?" Missy's voice had gotten even younger than when she had started talking to him. Whatever this was about, it was a sensitive and scary subject for the little girl.
"I don't know if our deceased loved ones look down at us from the stars themselves, Missy," he began as delicately as he could. "But I'm certain that they are watching us from somewhere, looking after us however they can."
Missy looked thoughtfully at the ground at his words. Slowly she began to swing a bit back and forth, while she continued to digest his words. 'My Daddy is watching out for me somewhere out there. I'm not alone.' she thought.
"Why do you ask, Missy?" the Doctor questioned her. Why would such a young human child be thinking such deep thoughts?
"Well, my daddy is watching me from somewhere up there. He died when I was just a baby. I was just wondering if he was a star, and if so, which one."
Oh, what a sweet child. He liked imagination; he did. "No, I don't think he is a star by himself. You see, I've been to the stars. They're just like here. A bright ball of shinning light, a big rock full of life, and lots of people." He gave her a secretive smile.
"Really?" she asked him. Instead of looking disappointed she looked even more interested. "How can you go to the stars?" She was bright, this one.
"Well, its a secret. I'm not sure I should tell you. What if you run home and tell your mum? Or your little friends?" he asked, pretending to consider the idea a terrible one.
"I won't tell. I haven't told you my name yet, have I?" she told him.
"Aha! I knew a bright girl like you had a better name than 'Missy'. You do not look like a Missy- it does not suit you at all, young-lady," he said now wagging his finger at her, jokingly.
"I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you my secret, if you tell me your name. It can be just your first name if you like." the Doctor offered her.
Rose thought about it for a minute. The man had been really nice so far, but she had been warned about "strangers bearing gifts". Yet, he hadn't tried to do anything in all the time they had been talking except talk to her, comfort her, like a friend. She decided that giving the man her first name couldn't hurt.
"Okay, my name's Rose," she finally answered.
The Doctor froze for a minute. He should have known, really. The Tardis had taken him back to the same place- earlier year- he had left the girl he had invited along but who had turned him down. He meets the sole occupant of this deserted park, and it turns out to be the one he left behind. He didn't know whether to be pleased with his meddlesome old ship or furious with his meddlesome old ship.
"Hello, Rose," the Doctor said, in a slightly strained voice. Clearing his throat, he continued, "Well. I have a super-duper space ship," he told her.
"No way!" she cried in delight and disbelief.
"Yes, way."
"How do you have a space ship, Mr. Doctor?" Rose asked him.
"Well, what if I told you I'm from one of those distant stars out there and not this sun right here?" he asked her?
"But that's not possible! That's stuff you see on TV shows like 'Star Trek' or somethin'." she said. "You don't look like a Vulcan, or a Klingon, so what are you if not human?" she bravely asked.
"Well, that's a bit more complicated, Rose. But trust me, I may look human on the outside, but my insides are more complex than human insides are," the Doctor said, remembering just in time to dumb it up even more than he normally did, so that the small child could understand.
"Like what?" she asked.
"Well, do you know how all humans have a heart that keeps their blood pumping?"
"Yeah," Rose said, pointing to her heart.
"Good," he praised her. "My body is different. I have two hearts."
"Really, two hearts?" she asked.
"Yes," he nodded.
Rose looked down for a second, trying to decided if she dared ask the question she really wanted to ask the strange visitor.
"What is it, Rose," the Doctor asked for her.
"Can I...I- I mean, can I, please, feel it?" she asked, very nervously.
The Doctor was intrigued by the young Rose. She had reacted so calmly to everything that he had told her, and she seemed to almost believe him without any proof at all. He usually didn't let people get too close, but then, hadn't he already let this human girl get too close?
"Okay, Rose. Sure, you can." He walked over, slowly, so as not to frighten or startle the small girl. Once he was beside her swing he knelt down on his knees to her level.
Rose didn't know why she believed this mysterious man when he said he came from another planet, like some sci-fi show, she just did. And when he said the proof was in the two hearts that beat in his chest, Rose thought that was an easy thing to prove. She also thought that if he had two hearts, then perhaps he was capable of an awful lot of love and pain- when those hearts were broken. And she wanted to feel those hearts, to touch them and hope they never broke. Nobody should have to suffer the pain that two broken hearts at once can bring, the thought almost made her cry.
Rose stood up off the swing and reached out her hand to the nice alien who was crouched beside her. She looked shyly into his eyes before approaching any further. He smiled at her and gave a small nod.
"Where are they," she asked, suddenly realizing that with him not being human, those hearts could be anywhere.
"Aren't you a clever one," the Doctor praised again. "Here, give me your hand, and I'll put it right over each of my hearts, one at a time. You nod when you feel my hearts beats." he said to her. He proceeded to put words to action by gently taking her small hand and putting it right over his left heart It was more or less in the same place that a human heart lay- just a bit further to the left on him than on a human to make room for his right heart.
Rose was uncertain if he was having her on when her felt the beat of his heart in his chest. He had placed her hand on the left side of her chest, the same place any human heart lay. 'Is he joshing me?' Rose thought, but willing to play along, she nodded, indicating that she felt the beat of his heart.
The Doctor took her hand and placed it on the right side of his chest now. Rose knew that if he was a human she should feel nothing but the rise and fall of his breathing. But on this mysterious Doctor, she also felt the distinctive Ba-Boom of a heartbeat.
Rose's eyes widened in shock and wonder. Instead of stepping away, running home, like any normal child should, Rose took a step closer. Then another. Finally she looked up at him, shyly again, and asked, "Can I listen, please?"
He was touched by the simple innocence of the young Rose and too moved to say anything. So, instead, he nodded.
Rose leaned forward and placed her head on the left side of his chest. She could hear the fairly normal sound of a heart beating, but in the background was the sound of it echoing. And instead of a single "Ba-Boom" there were four, because of the echo. She also vaguely noted how nice this felt, like getting a hug from a father, she wondered.
Then Rose lifted her head up and placed her ear on the right side of his chest, and listed again. Once again, she heard the distinctive "Ba-Boom" of his heart directly under her head beating. Followed by the echo of his left heart beating.
Finally Rose placed her head in the middle of his chest, between his two hearts, and she heard them beating in sync with each other. Ba-da-Boom-Boom. Ba-da-Boom-Boom. Ba-da-Boom-Boom. It sounded nice and comforting.
The Doctor remained still as Rose explored the sound of his hearts beating from one side of his chest to the other. This simple child wanting to touch his hearts and make sure they never broke- a thought that had leaked through her mental walls and over to him. He was so moved by her pure kindness, he was speechless. And now here he was with her head on his chest, not seeking comfort, but seeking to give him comfort. It had been decades since he felt such pure compassion.
The Doctor wrapped his arm around the young Rose Tyler. "Thank you, Rose. You're fantastic, you are!"
She looked up at him from her place on his chest. The Doctor could tell she was getting sleepy. "I think its getting late, and you should probably be getting home now, don't you think?"
Rose looked sad, but reluctantly nodded. "Come on, I'll walk you to your building." He carried her all the way to the building on the Powell Estate where he knew she lived. Rose had moved her head from his chest to his shoulder, placing her arms around his neck.
"Alright then, here we are. You go on up to bed now, Rose. You be a good girl, and maybe some day I'll take you to see the stars up close, okay?" She nodded sleepily and gave him a big smile, her small tongue poking out of the side of her lips, and headed up the stairs still wondering about her amazing new alien friend. That night she would dream about traveling the stars with the nice man in the leather jacket, seeing all kinds of weird planets and different peoples.
For months she continued to have the same kinds of dreams. But eventually it faded, as all things do when you are a kid. The memory began to get hazy and the details faded and forgotten, and eventually she began to think that, he too, was just a dream. By the time she was fifteen she had forgotten it altogether.
The Doctor watched her go up the stairs until she had made it back inside her flat. Once she disappeared inside number 48, he turned around and headed back to his Tardis. He felt decidedly better. That sweet Rose had taken this broken old Time Lord and reminded him that people still cared. As long as there was love in the universe, he guessed that was reason enough to continue on, keep on going, keep on traveling, keep on trying to save it for someone else, if not himself.
D * W
When the Tardis felt her thief return, she knew he was in better spirits. Another Tardis, who was almost as clever as her and had been clever enough to take her driver here in the first place, would consider the situation resolved and the Doctor healed. Blue* knew better. He may be okay for right now, but if left on his own that status would not last. She had to make him go back and ask Miss Rose Tyler again.
The Tardis scanned again for the perfect time to take her Time Lord to see Miss Tyler's future before he came along. Safe it may be, but it went nowhere, she went nowhere, did nothing. It took mediocre and mundane to new heights. Humans could live extraordinary lives without the Doctor, but Rose would never try. No one was there to push her any more, to tell her how brilliant she was. She would live a less than mediocre life and as a result live her life barely even alive.
The Tardis scanned her time-line prior to when she met the Doctor for when she had become resolved to this life. There it was. A conversation and a guy when she was 15 years old. Now all she needed to do was take the Doctor there and be sure he heard everything he needed to. The Tardis began to take off for the new coordinates she had entered.
The Doctor had entered his beloved Tardis in a better mood than he had left her in. The short conversation with the young Rose had done much to lift his spirits, remind him that there is always a reason to hope, to dream. And because of that, there is always a reason to go on.
He was shocked, therefore, when his Tardis began to take off on her own. It was common for his Tardis to take him places he had not intended to go, rather than the course he had set. It was a common "problem" with the TARDIS Type 40; they were too independent. It was for this reason that they had been decommissioned. However, almost never did his Tardis actually take control and forcibly take him somewhere. Only if he was greatly needed somewhere, or if someone else had taken control of her had that happened.
"Where are you taking me, old girl? I thought you'd be happy, things are settled," the Doctor said to his Tardis.
'Not yet, Doctor. You still mean to travel alone, and I cannot allow that right now. We would end up back to where we were before. No, you must ask Rose Tyler again,' the Tardis said to him.
Well, said is a relative term. Time Lords are telepathic, and so are Tardises. They can communicate telepathically when needed. It was a bit of a strain on both, given the cross-species telepathy, so it was not used as a common means of communication. The Tardis could understand him when he spoke and tended to make herself understood in other ways, such as the pitch and tone of her humming or the brightness of her lights. Since the Doctor often traveled with non-telepathic species like humans, she had perfected the art of making herself understood to those species as well.
"But I can't go back. I made a rule when I started asking people to stay, never ask twice. I shouldn't ask at all. Its dangerous. They could get killed or anything. And if that happened, it would be my fault. So no, I won't ask again," the Doctor said firmly, if a bit less firm than before. He remembered a little girl who dreamed of seeing the stars and risked her safety just to see what they looked like. How much more would she risk to see them up close?
'Dear Doctor, you must return to her. She is needed here. But, you will not even listen to me, so I will show you,' the Tardis insisted.
The Doctor held on tight as the Tardis took him to where she wanted him. They landed harder than normal as she didn't have a driver. Those that traveled with him longer might begin to notice a pattern with him, the rougher the landing the less likely they were to be where they meant to be. That was because of the Tardis' influence. If she didn't adjust the coordinates, the landing tended to be smoother, but still a bit rough.
Sighing heavily, the Doctor gave in, knowing that the Tardis would refuse to take him anywhere until he had been outside. 'I'll go and see what you want me to see here, but after that, no matter what I decide, we leave, agreed?' he mentally inquired of his Tardis?
'I will take you away from these coordinates when you return, Doctor,' the Tardis hedged. She left herself wiggle room so that if he continued to be stubborn she could take him to another time and try again. He may be an old cranky solider Time Lord, but she was an ancient and forever Tardis and would not be out stubborn-ed by a child!
The Doctor sighed again, noticing her cop-out. He let it be and left the Tardis. Checking around, he saw that it was January 20, 2001. Around 2:00 judging by his senses. Looking around it seemed that the Tardis had landed herself at the back of a schoolyard. He figured Rose attended this school.
Thinking it over, he remembered that he had met Rose in March of 2005, not sure of the exact date. She had been approximately twenty years old, if he was to guess. Maybe a little younger, maybe a little older. But that meant she was had to be a teenager now; he couldn't let her see him. She must not recognize me when I stumble into her life in three years, so she must not spot me. Rose was just about the right age to attend high school, like the one next to the Tardis.
Knowing from past experience that high schools let out around this time he waited around for Rose. He could follow her, listen in to whatever important conversations she was going to have today. He had to satisfy the Tardis somehow.
He followed Rose around that afternoon listening in as she talked with her friends, careful to remain hidden, lest she see him. Rose and her friends were talking about upcoming exams and their importance. Rose seemed to be struggling a bit in classes from what he gathered. The Doctor knew that meant nothing about her intelligence, however. Some people had book smarts while some had street smarts. Although he was sure Rose could be book smart with the right teacher.
One of Rose's friends was encouraging her not to give up on school and to keep trying. "You're smart, you'll get it," said the girl.
Rose seemed to be agreeing with her at first and was going to take her advice. Then an older boy showed up. He flirted with Rose and smiled at her. The Doctor didn't like him at all. He got a bad feeling about him; he was trouble, and would be nothing but heartache for his Rose.
'Wait. His Rose? Since when is she my Rose?' The Doctor thought.
'Give it up old man. Its already too late. You've fallen, hard,' said Five.
'Shut up, I have not! I am the Doctor and I will not fall for some stupid ape!' said Nine, to Five. Well, thought was a more accurate term. It was rare that his other selves spoke up. It was too distracting, so they usually kept to themselves.
'Sure, keep telling yourself that,' said Seven.
Nine turned his attention back to Rose. The boy, soon identified as a Jimmy Stone, sat next to Rose and asked her if she had thought any more about leaving school and coming with him? Rose at first still seemed reluctant but the boy turned on the charm and Rose was close to agreeing. She said she'd think about it a little more and get back to him in a day or two.
The Doctor didn't need to hear anymore. He now knew what had happened to his once hopeful Rose. This punk, Jimmy, had taken advantage of her, convinced her to leave school, and then broken her heart. She must have returned to her mum's and gotten a job after that. So broken that she was convinced she'd go nowhere in life. That she could not repair the damage that she had done by leaving school.
But the Doctor had seen hope and life in her eyes return, the day they had met. Oh, Rose. How could he deny such a hopeful child who had lost all hope in adolescence, a chance to see the very stars she had dreamed of up close. And he couldn't deny it anymore- he needed someone. And such a bright and pure person, after such heartbreak, how did she do it, what was her secret?
The Doctor returned to his Tardis. "All right, old girl, you win. I'm going back to fetch Rose." He walked up to the console and began setting the coordinates for exactly 10 seconds after he had left her.
The Tardis studied the time-lines shifting around her as the Doctor made his decision. 'Make sure you remember to mention that I also travel through Time this time, okay, Doctor,' the Tardis reminded him.
"Did I forget previously?" he questioned his beloved ship. Looking back he scanned his memories of the event and sure enough, he had never mention Time-Travel. "Well, that was stupid of me!"
The Tardis hummed happily as she felt the shift in the time-lines match up now. She knew Rose would join them now and her driver would be much happier for it. Her Bad Wolf would be a part of both of them in ways they had only dreamed of before. It would be fantastic.
D * W
Rose just stared in shock at the place where the Tardis had disappeared. She could not believe she had turned down an opportunity to see the stars up close and in person. She had always dreamed of seeing the stars, going to visit them in person, ever since she was a child. Never had she imagined she would have an offer to actually do so.
Mickey and her Mum needed her. She was supposed to stay here on Earth, in London. Get a job, work, eat, sleep, and watch telly, right? 'Oh my God, that's the most boring thing I ever heard! Doctor! Come back!' Rose thought. But it was too late; he was gone.
Rose helped Mickey pick himself up- though she was still slightly mad at him for the way he had behaved towards the Doctor; and the two of them began making their way home. Rose was walking very slow, dejectedly as she had missed out on the opportunity of a lifetime. But then, she heard a strange sound. VRWOORP. VRWROOP. A whirring and a strange wind stirring, the same thing that had happened in the park when the Doctor's box had disappeared. Was it possible it was now returning?
Quickly, Rose turned around to see what was happening. Sure enough, a blue box was appearing and disappearing right where the Tardis had been seconds ago. After a few seconds the Tardis fully... "Materialized" Rose guessed? That was a decent enough word for what it appeared to be doing. "Arrived" also worked, she guessed.
The doors opened and the Doctor poked his head out. "By the way, did I mention, it also travels in time?" he said and smiled at her invitingly.
Rose smiled back at him. No matter what was "Expected" of her at home, no matter what they had done for her, she refused to pass up on her life long dream a second time. She had felt like she was dying the first time she had. She was going to take him up on his offer this time. And since it traveled in time, she'd be back in no time, literally if she wanted.
She turned to Mickey, "Thanks."
"Thanks for what?" he asked her.
"Exactly," she told him. Really, what had he done for her the past two days but think of himself? She was "nearly killed" in an explosion and he want to go to the pub after 5 minutes of checking on her. She had let him, but still it hurt a bit. And they were all in danger, and his first thought was himself, not her, while the Doctor was concerned first and foremost with her safety, before the rest of the planet, even though they just met. She wanted to experience more of that devotion.
She would be back, but the call of adventure was singing to her. Little did she know it was the Tardis, calling her Bad Wolf to join her and her Doctor. With a small peck-kiss to the corner of Mickey's mouth, Rose turned and ran into the Tardis where the Doctor was waiting for her...
T.B.C.
*A/N: I know I have already said in the previous chapters when referring to Gallifrey that it's the Doctor's fault, [from End of Time]. However, given his knack for running away, I'm going to stop that now. I figure he is trying his best to forget that part- pretend, even in his thoughts.
*A/N: Missy: A best friend's roommate (& my friend) is named Missy. They're the ones who got me into Doctor Who. I'll use my friend's name later, as it will fit better later. Thanks girls!
*Blue: I know that they say in "The Doctor's Wife" that the Tarids's name is "Sexy" but I just couldn't use it. So, given that she has been in the shape of a Blue Box for centuries, her name is now "Blue". I always wanted to use that!
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