AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry guys. I got distracted by my new Torchwood story. If you're a fan of the show, or of Janto, check it out :) Anyways, BelindaDuvessa (If I butchered your name, I'm sorry) messaged me asking for an update. So, this chapter is for you. Hope you enjoy it!
The Dealer gave the Doctor a small smile. "Why hello, John. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"I am not in the mood for pleasantries and I am about to be late for work. Are you getting in or not?" The Doctor shouted.
"Fine, fine." Coll lazily walked toward the car and climbed inside.
The Doctor drove for a few minutes before speaking. "I need to know what you gave me." His voice was calm and quiet.
"Oh, my little gift? It was nothing really. A bit of liquid vroom-vroom." He cackled in delight at the look of rage on the driver's face.
"Speed? You gave me speed?!" He thundered, practically shaking the car.
"Just a little. My own combination. Why? Didn't you like it?"
The car screeched to a halt on the side of the road. "I did, and that's the problem. I crave it night and day. But, I need you to stay away from me."
"Why's that?" Coll flashed a winning smile.
"None of your damned business!" The Doctor snarled.
"Bet it has something to do with that pretty little jailbait queen you have shacked up with you."
The Doctor saw red. "Don't you say one fucking word about her! Do you hear me?" He practically screamed.
"All perky tits and nice, supple ass." He moaned and licked his lips.
"Stay away from her! I'll call the police!"
"Oh yeah? And tell them what? That your drug dealer wants a piece of your girlfriend? You're on my books, Buddy." Another smile. "You're trapped."
"What is it that you want, Coll?" The energy seemed to drain out of the Time Lord's body.
"I want money. Part of your paycheck every month. That should be enough to keep me at bay. $300 a month. I believe that's fair."
The Doctor nodded glumly. What else could he do?
"Good. Glad we came to an agreement. Money in my mailbox at the end of every month. Have a wonderful day." Coll opened the door and climbed out.
The Doctor returned home later that evening in one hell of a bad mood. He had been trying to call Rose all day and she hadn't picked up once. He was so worried that something had happened to her that he could barely breathe. When he opened the front door and hurried inside, she was perched on the sofa reading a book.
She closed it and smiled at him. "Hi, Doctor."
"Jesus, Rose! I've been trying to call you all day!" He dropped his keys on the coffee table and glared at her.
"I'm sorry. I turned it off when I went to work and I guess I forgot to turn it back on." She looked down.
"Yeah, well I was worried sick about you all day!" His voice was progressively getting louder and it was beginning to scare Rose.
"Doctor, I said I was sorry! Why are you so freaked out about this?" She stood and put her hands on her hips defiantly.
"Because I was worried something had happened to you! I was worried you were hurt or worse, you stupid girl!" He regretted it as soon as the words left his lips.
"Stupid girl?" She exclaimed. "Stupid girl? You know what? Fine! If I'm so stupid, I'll just go take my stupid self into the bedroom ALONE." She turned and stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
The Doctor sighed and sat down on the sofa. What the hell did he just do? More importantly, how could he fix it? He knew he had gone over the top, and he didn't mean to, but he had just been so scared. Coll had really shaken him, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Then he had an idea.
Rose lay in bed alone, staring at the ceiling. She had turned her phone on and plugged it in on the nightstand. She decided that she would keep it on indefinitely.
Buzz buzz buzz.
She frowned and leaned over to pick up the phone. The Doctor had sent her a text? She hadn't thought the Doctor was a texter.
Doctor: Rose? You there?
Rose: Yes.
Doctor: Are you okay?
Rose: Fine.
Doctor: Rose, I'm sorry. I was just scared something was wrong, and when I couldn't get ahold of you, I guess I just got a little frantic. And one more thing. You're not stupid. I'm very sorry for saying that.
Rose: Thank you.
The Doctor's superior Time Lord biology picked up the sound of a lock turning and Rose's feet padding toward him. He turned and saw her standing there in a pair of soft-looking flannel pyjamas. Her face was scrubbed bare and he could see tear stains on her cheeks. He stood and moved toward her.
"Rose..." He began, but she held a hand up, silencing him.
"The bedroom is cold, and we only have one blanket." She stated and he nodded. He followed her into the bedroom and quickly stripped to his boxers. They climbed into bed together and lay side by side, not touching. After a few moments, the Doctor found the courage to speak.
"May I touch you?"
"Yes."
The Doctor reached for Rose and pulled her close. He kissed the tears off her cheeks and buried his face in her hair. "Rose, Rose, I'm so sorry."
She nodded in the darkness. "Don't be stupid again." She said in a small voice.
"Oh, Darling. I won't. I promise." He stroked her hair and nuzzled her neck.
"Hey, Doctor?"
"Yes?"
"Since when do you text?"
He chuckled and ruffled her hair lovingly. "Since someone locked me out of my bedroom and I didn't think she would answer if I called."
"Hey, Doctor?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
His heart swelled. "I love you, too. Now go to sleep."
She snuggled down against him and almost instantly fell into a very sound sleep. A few moments later, a brick came sailing through their window, landing on Rose's side of the bed. She cried out in pain and went limp.
"Rose? Rose! Rose, answer me!"
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