Title: Better With Two

Summary: On whether to bother with others ever again. Post 'The Long Game' drabble.

Author's Notes: Finally – something out at the right time.


"Right," said Rose, shutting the door of the TARDIS and grabbing for a pillar as it began to lurch, "rule for next time, then: a pretty face does not a good companion make."

The Doctor glanced at her. "Next time? Rose, there's not going to be a next time, because we're never taking on another companion – ever!"

She tutted. "Oh, come on. Just because Adam didn't work out doesn't mean others wouldn't – oof." She landed on her rear as the TARDIS jolted to a halt.

The Doctor held out his hand to help her up. "Look, it's like you said," – as he pulled her up, she stumbled and he steadied her against him – "better with two."

And suddenly, oddly, as she looked up into his face and saw the intensity of his gaze, she found that she didn't really want to put up a fight about it after all.