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Chapter 8- Bloody Wedding You Have to Attend
The Doctor was interrupted from drinking his tea when Rose walked in. "Hello," he greeted.
"Hi," she said, blowing a piece of hair from her face. He studied her. She was wearing a knee length wine red dress and her hair was half up, the rest in soft curls.
"What's the occasion?" he asked. He knew there was no way Rose ever dressed like this in day-to-day situations.
"John and I have a wedding," she told him. "Dan and Susan's at the beach."
"Have a good time?" he said, confused as to why she was in the TARDIS if she had somewhere that important to be. Not that he was complaining of course, he never minded when Rose was near him.
"I need help," Rose pleaded, and the Doctor's ear perked up.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She sighed and turned her back to face him. "I need you to zip my dress and hook my necklace." She held up her fist, which contained the necklace he guessed.
"Why can't John do it? Doesn't he live for that?" the Doctor rolled his eyes.
"He's part of the groomsmen, and he left already. Please help?" she asked, and he melted.
He walked over to her, and went to zip up the dress. His fingers brushed her bare back and she shivered. He gently zipped it all the way up to the top and traced the hemline on the dress. It was low and showed off her back nicely and he couldn't help but feel how smooth the skin was. Rose handed him the necklace that was curled in her fist. He took the two ends carefully and lifted them over her head. He clasped it together quickly and spun her around.
"Beautiful," he said, and she blushed. "Are you happy?" he asked. "You know, with him?"
She looked at him for a moment and reached her hand up to squeeze his shoulder. "Oh, he's not you."
The Doctor took her hand and kissed it. "I know you'll be the most beautiful girl there. Now go on before they all miss you."
She smiled and kissed his cheek. She walked out of the TARDIS, giving him a wave as she left.
…..
The Doctor went to his room after she left. Seeing her made him want to remember all the other times she had been especially beautiful and he went to take out his photo album. He picked up the bottom of the drawer of his night stand to reveal the secret compartment. Nothing. He frowned. There was only one person that knew where he kept this photo album, and that was himself.
He got angry and stormed over to Rose's flat. He tried the door and it was locked. He took his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket and unlocked it. He marched up the stairs and threw open the door to their bedroom. He knew there was only one place he would trust it more than his secret compartment and it was his mattress.
The Doctor flipped it over, and sure enough there were pictures scattered all along the springs. Well, if John wanted to play dirty, then he could, too. He walked out of the flat and into the TARDIS and put on his best tuxedo. He even brushed through his hair with his fingers.
He was ready to win the girl.
…..
"Sorry I'm late," the Doctor told the table as he slid into the only empty seat. "Big line in the men's restroom."
The man to the left of him asked, "And you are?"
"Cousin Freddy." He showed him the psychic paper.
Rose leaned over and hissed, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to dance with you," he said simply and grabbed her hand. "How about it?"
Rose agreed and started to follow him. When they got to the dance floor the Doctor waved his arms above him and did a couple whoops. He twirled Rose around and she threw her head back laughing. He looked up to see John glaring at them.
"I see you still can't dance, yeah?" she asked him as he dipped her.
"Oi!" he protested. "What do you call this then?"
"Moving," she teased.
"I am dancing!" he exclaimed.
"I don't believe you. You have to show me."
"Fine," he pouted. "You have to slow dance with me though."
Rose nodded and laughed as she got spun around again.
"You're having an awful lot of fun for not dancing," the Doctor pointed out.
"Because I'm laughing at you," she said.
They were interrupted by John. "Next dance is all mine."
"Uh, actually, John, I told the Doctor I would dance with him," Rose explained.
"Because he's the one you're in love with, okay! I got it!" John shouted and stormed off.
She bit her lip and turned to the Doctor. "I have to go after him. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She took off in the direction John disappeared in. He was left alone on the dance floor and he hung his head. Why couldn't things be more simple?
The Doctor started walking back to Rose's flat, rejected.
