Title: Your Choice
Author: MelG
Distribution: Ask first please.
Feedback: Yes please.
Summary: What was Rose thinking just after that phone call?
Disclaimer: Doctor Who is owned by the BBC. I promise to give it back in one piece.
Author's Note: This just jumped into my head while re-watching 'WW3' the other day. Wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it. Enjoy.
"You can stay there if you want…But right now there's a plasma storm brewing in the Horsehead Nebula. Fires are burning ten million miles wide. I could fly the TARDIS right into the heart of it and ride the shockwave all the way out. Hurtle across the sky and end up anywhere…Your choice."
That's so not fair. I mean, it wouldn't kill him just to come to tea would it. Then again, it is mum's shepherd's pie. Guess he could have a point there. And she did slap him. Sorta served him right though. Twelve months. Felt a bit like slapping him myself.
That don't make this fair though. Don't he think I might want to spend time with my family. Maybe I would like to see gran tomorrow. Anyway, I can't just disappear again. Told him, I can't do that to mum again. That wouldn't be fair. Don't think she's even considered that I want to go again. Isn't showing it at any rate.
He isn't being fair…But wow! Sure knows how to get a girl's attention. Who wouldn't be tempted? How'd I tell mum that though? Guess I could just stay…'Cept, there're still all the reasons I went for in the first place. Nothing's changed really. Few more near misses, some uglier aliens…some painful consequences.
So, it comes down to a toss up in the end. Not between Mickey and the Doctor. Least, not in the way mum means. Honestly, just cos she can only imagine one kind of relationship between a man and a woman…or an alien and a woman in this case. Nah, not that. Guess it is family versus the Doctor though. Nice, normal family versus an impulsive alien with a goofy grin, big ears and a damn northern accent. And an appalling sense of timing. Working in some department store versus running for my life from things I can't even imagine. Six near death experiences in a few days versus one in nineteen years. And that was an accident. A dingy council flat versus a blue box with so many rooms that the last time I was in it I got lost looking for the loo. The East End versus the Horsehead Nebula, wherever that is. London versus the entire universe…
Phone. Received calls. Recall. Calling TARDIS… "No contest."
Guess I'd better pack.