Disclaimer: i do not own doctor who or any related doctor who stuff, although my friends did build me a tardis for my 17th bday - it comes up to my waist.
AN: this is cute, and i think true to the characters and the i-can-never-quite-articulate-how-i-feel-due-to-my-emotional-restrictiveness-and-bad-timing concept that seems to be associated with the doctor.
Chapter 9: Tylers in the Tardis… and Mickey the Idiot:
Hands shoved deep into his pockets (really deep actually, they are bigger on the inside), the doctor shuffled into the control room, glancing nervously at Rose then hurriedly looking back at the grating on the Tardis floor. He was acting like a school boy. This illness really was affecting him!
"Have you accepted my existence yet?" Rose asked jokingly.
"Well, not quite. That is to say.. I do hope, I mean, I wish that… errrm" there was an awkward pause.
"I mean to say that I really wish it was you Rose, because there are so many things we have, well, I have to say, but it would be pointless me telling them to an illusion. But part of me says that you are here, it is you. But that's just not possible".
"Well, can you pretend for a minute that it is me," Rose ventured, looking at the floor, "because I'm quite interested to hear what you have to say"
"Well, like I said, it's kind of… well, I never finished saying to you what I meant to say that time in Norway"
Rose's heart sped up, "what were you going to say, doctor?" although she thought she already knew the answer.
The doctor took a deep breath and sighed. He almost felt relieved in finally being able to articulate the simple emotion that had consumed him for so long now.
"Rose Tyler, I-"
Then, to both Rose and the doctor's utter surprise and slight annoyance, the doors of the Tardis swung open and a middle aged woman in blue tracksuit pants and matching hoodie sped up the ramp. SLAP.
"How DARE you leave my Rose like that! Swannin' off n havin' your little adventures while you left her here, a broken woman. You broke her heart you selfish alien, and we were left to pick up the pieces. Now you barge back into her life and expect us all to pick up where we left off. Well it's not bloody likely so shove off! What do you have to say for yourself then doctor, well?"
The doctor stood in shock for several seconds, then slowly a grin spread across his face.
"What's he grinning at then, 'as he gone loopy? Oh, I mighta known. A time travelling alien with two hearts and no-one to keep an eye on him. 'S no wonder he's cracked and serves him right. Look at him Pete, he's completely lost the plot"
Dressed in a smart black business suit and tie, Pete Tyler stepped in behind his wife grasping her round the shoulders. Mickey sauntered in behind him, an unmistakable look of joy on his face.
"Jacks, I don't think he's lost the plot. I think he's just realised that he's here"
"In Pete's world!" the doctor cried.
"In our parallel universe" grinned Mickey, glad that he would finally see Rose happy again. At last. He should have known only the almighty force of a Jackie slap would make the doctor see sense.
The doctor stopped grinning suddenly, lost in thought.
Hold on, if this is real then…
He turned slowly, looking at Rose as if he was seeing her for the first time. Her eyes were brimming with tears, but her soft pink lips were upturned in a watery smile.
"Rose?"
"Yes doctor?"
He got up and walked over to her, sliding his hand into hers, comforted by the way they fitted together so perfectly.
"Hello" he grinned.
"Hello"
And suddenly they were hugging. All thoughts of impossible universes and unspoken words forgotten, they lost themselves in the embrace. Rose felt so safe and the doctor felt at once like he was home again.
