Old Friends and New
Rose was sat, cross legged on the control room floor, sorting through the post she'd collected on a recent brief trip to see her mum. The Doctor was sulkily trying to fix the TARDIS' space-time parameters – or something.
He always did this when they got back; ignoring her for some stupid job. She supposed it was his way of showing her exactly how much he hated visiting her mum. Still, at least Ricky. No, Mickey – God, even she was doing it now – hadn't been there this time. Things were decidedly awkward between them, especially as they'd never actually broken up in so many words. She'd though it was implied, what with her leaving him to go off gallivanting round the universe, but who knew?
There was quite a pile in front of her. She'd have to get her mum to sort through it as it arrived next time; most of this was junk. Although part of the reason that there was so much was that they'd neglected visiting her mum for quite some time. Even when they had managed it, they'd been a few years out.
Junk mail… Postcard… Most of this could go straight into the TARDIS' recycling system; still, what a waste of paper. Junk… Junk… Late Christmas card… Junk… Junk- wait, what was that?
Puzzled, Rose opened the envelope. Her eyes widened as she opened up the contents and read it.
"Doctor! Look at this!" She waved it in front of his face to get his attention.
"If you want me to read it," he remarked dryly, "you'll have to hold it still. What is it?"
"An invitation – to my school reunion! It's ten years since I left; or at least it was when we visited mum - they always have one. It's supposed to be really fun, seeing all your old school friends…" she tailed off, hopefully.
He raised an eyebrow. "And I take it from your enthusiasm you want to go?"
Rose grinned. He always found it impossible to say no to her.
"Hi! Do you have your invite, er-?" The blonde woman at the door of the community centre asked in a rather over cheerful manner. She was dressed to kill, in a bright red cocktail dress and stiletto heels. Rose fiddled with the strap of her own dress, glad that she'd let the Doctor convince her to go shopping for the occasion – not that she'd needed much persuasion, but it had been nice of him t take her. Even if he had moaned about it the whole time they were out.
"Rose. Rose Tyler – and this is my plus one, Doctor Smith."
"Oh yes, Rose, I remember. You went out with that Mickey person a couple of years above us, didn't you?" She ushered them inside, clearly eager to welcome the next person, but not before clearly eyeing the Doctor up and down.
I never liked her anyway, Rose thought.
Out loud, she said "See!" and elbowed the Doctor. "No psychic paper needed here. And stop that!"
"What?"
"Encouraging her!" He'd been grinning at the woman – Becky, Rose remembered her name was – oblivious to her attentions.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He said blithely.
She shook her head, despairingly. "Come on!" She grabbed his hand and hauled him inside.
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