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Quick note. I would also like to say a quick thank you to those that have reviewed. I didn't think I would get any reviews at all not least good ones. I will be able to update chapters every 2-3 days and I am going to start making them longer as well because at the moment they are too short for my liking.
Chapter 3.
The Doctor had plainly decided that a mixture of silent treatment and vicious insults would be a far better deterrent for Mickey than simply talking to him about the letter. Rose secretly praised herself on a job well done for the letter. Now whenever Mickey entered a room the Doctor happened to be in, the Doctor would freeze and look at him like a deer caught in the headlights. Whenever Mickey noticed this look, he would simply roll his eyes at the Doctor. The Doctor would then either ignore Mickey until he left the room or start insulting him until he left the room.
It didn't look as though Mickey would be asking to go back to earth at any point soon though. So Rose set about doing another prank. She had been watching Roald Dahl's Matilda in her room and this gave her the perfect idea.
Put orange dye in his hair gel.
Well, Rose thought. He had complained that he wasn't ginger. She was just giving him a helping hand. Placing the modified hair gel back on the shelf in the bathroom, Rose simply had to wait. Rose was aware that this would give away what she was doing but didn't think the Doctor would associate the letter to her. At least he wouldn't after Rose led the trail away from her to Mickey. But that would come later, Rose figured he would want to redo his hair before they headed outside to the planet they had arrived on, Rose left the bathroom grinning.
The Doctor had a problem. Well if he were being honest with himself, which he usually was, he had several problems not least the fact that Mickey had developed an obvious crush on him. Not surprising really, the Time Lord flattered himself, but what was he going to do about it. He could talk to Mickey he supposed, but then having a talk with the chief Idiot of Idiotville was probably going to be as helpful as having a heart to heart with the Ann-Droid. That and the fact the Doctor really didn't want to be in the same room as him anymore. Maybe he should get some advice from Rose on how to go about this. The Doctor ambled to the bathroom whilst thinking about his blond companion. For some time now the Doctor had suspected his feelings towards Rose were not entirely platonic. No, after more than nine centuries of traveling through space and time, he had fallen in love and with a twenty year old human no less.
As the Doctor set about fixing his hair before they headed outside of the TARDIS walls, he recalled the prank he had played on her two days ago. Sure it had been funny at the time, but it wasn't exactly on a par with showering her with the flowers, chocolates and gifts she deserved. Wait a minute, showering her with the flowers, chocolates and gifts? Since when did he do domestic he wondered, but all logical thought was quickly wiped from his mind when he glanced up into the mirror and saw that his hair was bright orange.
"ROSE" the Doctor bellowed.