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Light played in the hallways, dancing up and down, spinning along door frames and being all joyful. A morning song filtered along the airwaves, intent on cheerfully waking any who slept. The Spider was up and about, bopping to the music and spinning his web. He was very happy in this place that shouldn't exist.
Inside the sixth corridor, into the third room (which was, yesterday, the ninth room along the fifth corridor), nineteen year old Rose Tyler sat on her bed, glaring at something only she could see. Various books, notepads, and post-its littered the floor around her.
Rose Tyler was planning something. At the moment she was stuck, so she was taking her anger out at a spot on the wall. A spot that looked suspiciously like the Doctor to her mind's eye.
She was trying to come up with ways to get him to acknowledge she was the One, and that he loved her. So far, each scenario had an imaginative Doctor poking holes into her planning. Rose almost thought that the Doctor knew what she was doing, and it was actually his voice in her head, poking little holes into each and every thought.
A counteract for this. A reason to deny that. A most logical, obvious mistake in that thought.
Rose sighed, letting herself fall back, her blond hair crunching up as her head hit her pillow. Ah, knots. Wonderful things, knots.
She wrinkled her nose. Time to just wing it, again.
The Spider was in the middle of spinning a bed for himself when Rose came by, her walk sulky, her head down. He hastily tacked his bed to the wall (he would finish the annoying thing later) and catapulted himself to Rose's shoulder. Rose looked like she needed a friend, and the Spider knew how to be one of those. Unless you were edible, then you were food. Hmmm. Fly...
He made himself comfy. Where were they going? If Rose was doing the aimless thing, the Spider had a few suggestions. A nice swim was always nice for homo sapiens. Oh! Did Rose know how to play an instrument? The Spider played a mean beat on the drums. If Rose could play something, they'd really live it up!
The Spider glanced up, ready to tell Rose all about his plan when they entered the Control Room. From Rose's expression, this was their destination. The Spider glanced around, curious. He'd forgotten how the control room looked.
The Doctor spied the couple, and the Spider waved. The Doctor grinned.
"Hullo!"
Rose took a deep breath. The Spider's eyes went to Rose, and both he and the Doctor waited for Rose to say what she was going to say.
When she did, it shocked both of them.
"Unless you plan on admitting you love me, then bring me home!"
The Spider was pleased. The Doctor was speechless. Rose was horrified. Apparently that was not what she had planned on saying. The Doctor recovered first. He spun around angrily, but he was frightfully calm in setting the destination. The Tardis landed.
"Oh-right. Get out," the Doctor looked pointedly at the door. Rose swallowed nothing, then held her head higher.
"Fine. If you don't love me, then you aren't worth it!"
With that, she stomped right out of the Tardis. The Spider looked back, shocked to pieces that Rose actually was leaving.
The Tardis de-materialized.
'Houston, we 'ave a prob'em,' the Spider declared silently. Rose stood, her feet seemingly melded to the pavement.
"He . . . he . . . " Rose stomped her foot. "That man!"
"Rose!" came the voice of Jackie. The Spider turned, and waved to her.
'Hi! I am Rose's new room-mate. Please don't squish me!'