Tired, she was so tired. Dancing with the Doctor had been, well, among other things, LOTS of fun, he really could move, which surprised her. She knew she'd never get an apology outta the guy, he didn't do them, fair enough, she wasn't great at them either but he had danced with her. In his arms nothing else existed. Not Nanno-Genes, empty children, not even the war raging outside their door, and unfortunately for him, not even Captain Jack Flash.
Jack. Shit.
What the bloody hell was she going to do about Jack, yea, totally her, well no actually partly her fault. If the Doctor hadn't been so god damned stubborn she wouldn't even have considered flirting with the guy, but he had made her so mad. Yea, partly her fault though, she had a very cute, very smooth, very American 51st century guy accomplished at all kinds of dancing, to contend with. What was she going to do now. How was she going to tell him that she was sorry but she had eyes for only one man, well alien.
Although having said that, she'd seen the way the Doctor had glared at him, practically snarled at him when they'd first met, his flash ways, his very very SPOCK way of dealing with trouble, and his devil may care attitude all rubbed him up the wrong way. Not to mention the way his eyes glazed jade whenever Jack made any kind of bee line for her. Very wicked girl. Stifling a giggle she smirked to herself, maybe Jack would be good for something, if only to make the Doctor realize he did have a little competition and effort was a requisite requirement on his part. Maybe having Captain Jack along wouldn't be so bad after all, she could almost see it now, the Doctor grinding his teeth together, Jack smirking at him from behind very smug eyes, and Rose having to hide her grins so as not to make it too obvious she was really enjoying this.
Oh this is going to be fun!