Friday
She could hardly tell her mum that the TARDIS didn't like her but she couldn't think of anything good. She knew her mum would love for the Doctor to have messed up but in the end she settled on the TARDIS being broken.
And she'd come to visit while they were grounded.
"So where is he then? The Doctor?"
"Fixing the TARDIS."
"You just left 'im to it did you?"
"Of course." She almost choked on the words. "I don't know how to fix it do I? I did cooking for D.T."
"So you've really come to see me?"
"Yeah." The lie made her sick.
Saturday.
She didn't see Mickey.
He knew she was back, Jackie had told him when she'd been to the shops but he hadn't come around.
And she hadn't called him.
She didn't leave the flat, didn't want to. London didn't interest her. This planet at this time held no interest. Not without the Doctor. She wanted to be inside the TARDIS curled up with him, or flirting with Jack, before they decided on where they wanted to go next.
She almost didn't answer the door but she was glad she had.
Shireen and vodka could make any planet interesting.
Sunday.
She missed the Doctor, she missed Jack too, travelling, the TARDIS even.
She missed Eastenders and larger and her mums spag' bol'.
She did definitely not miss hangovers.
The Doctor hadn't slept since Wednesday night. His last night with Rose in his bed, in his arms. He had no idea he liked that so much.
He wasn't willing to leave. To give into the TARDIS.
Jack tinkered in the control room learning about the system as he went but as far as he knew that wasn't much you could do if the ship didn't like Rose anymore.
The question was why now?
Monday.
He was going out of his mind.
His usual cocky demeanour had all but vanished in a haze of worry.
He knew Rose had gone home but he didn't know if she was okay. If she was still weak from the hypothermia and sun stroke. If she missed him.
The Doctor hadn't slept in days and he had no idea if Time Lords suffered from exhaustion. Physically he was fine, a picture of perfect health until you looked into his eyes.
The desperation scared him.
"You need to sleep." He said.
The Doctor nodded and allowed himself to bed led to bed.
Tuesday.
The cold woke him around 3am on Tuesday. The Doctors bare chest was pressed against his own but any warmth he was getting from the other man was fading fast.
He groaned, this was familiar, this was happening again and if he had to hazard a guess he'd be the target this time.
Though he had even less of an idea as to why the TARDIS would hate him.
"Doctor." He said shaking him awake. "I have to go."
"What?" he sat up and when his breath misted jumped out of the bed.
"Why are you doing this to me!"
Wednesday.
She stared at Jack stood in her doorway. He gave her a grin.
"Going to invite me in?"
"What happened?"
"The TARDIS wants him to herself." He said walking past her into the flat. "You live here?"
"All my life." She said. "Is he okay?"
"No, he misses you."
"Mum, this is Jack." Rose said. "My mum Jackie."
"Nice to meet you." He shook her had quickly, smiling.
"And you Jack." Jackie said looking him up and down.
"I was telling mum how the TARDIS is broke so I can to visit."
"Well, the Doctor is still working on it. He's not stopping his work."
Thursday.
"It has a soul. It makes sense that it feels."
"Loves?"
"Probably."
He was in her bed, his arm around her and her head on his chest,.
"They've been together 900 years. He's had plenty of companions before you and me."
"I don't know Rose. I wish I did because while I enjoy being in your bed, I'd rather have the Doctor here as well."
"Me too."
He ran his hand down her back and up her top, stroking her skin softly.
"This will all be sorted out Rose." He told her. "We'll go home again."
"When did you start thinking of the TARDIS as home."
"I was thinking about him."
Friday.
He paced mostly. He had full control of the TARDIS now, though what he considered control was different now.
There was no more ice but no companions.
He could leave London but without Rose and Jack.
Rose had become very important to him. Vital to his sanity. Jack was slowly making his way into his being too, like they both belonged there.
But the TARDIS didn't like this, didn't want them there, didn't want to share him.
So paced. Wondering what to do. If there was a way to get them back. Or if he had to find new people to love.
If he could. If he was allowed.
Saturday
Jackie didn't understand the relationship between Rose and Jack.
They didn't kiss or touch but they sat very closely together. Shared her bed.
She didn't know what to tell Mickey about them when he finally came around to see her.
She didn't need to say anything when Jack came rushing into the flat, looking in every room and finding them making tea in the kitchen.
"Rose? Where's Rose?" He said. "Hey Mickey."
"She's in the shower." He nodded and left. "Jack!" They watched as he walked into the bathroom without hesitation to tell Rose the TARDIS had gone.
