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Darkness stamped out any light that might of touched the TARDIS's halls. It's grasp held everything, denying sight to any who lived within its home. If one strained to listen, one could hear the Doctor muttering darkly while the sounds of tears trickled out of Rose's room. The Spider sulked in his web, his half-made bed seeming to be very unimportant.
Lynda was sitting in the hall (the Spider knew this because she was humming sadly), tapping her foot slowly. It was almost like she was creating a song for this predicament.
No one knew where Jack had gone. He had mentioned something about 'forcing truth', but the Spider and Lynda didn't care much. Both human and spider were too busy waiting for something to snap.
Four days had gone by since Rose had been welcomed back into the TARDIS, and in that time neither Time Lord nor homo sapiens resolved what had become a chasm between them.
It was obvious the Doctor did not wish Rose to go for he tip-toed around her. This was highly unusual as the Time Lord was known to do what had to be done (no matter how unpleasant), and it was a shock to everyone that he avoided this confrontation.
Rose, for her part, was not doing anything either. It seemed the both of them were content to just occupy the same space as the other instead of leaving. If you asked the Spider, this wasn't enough. What kind of a love life had you simply in the same space?
Tragic love was not meant for this couple. The Spider would make sure of that. However, he did feel a bit like a poor flight bird with clipped wings, dropped right into the middle of the sea. Or perhaps like he was caught in the bird's beak.
Lynda's humming came to a halt. Straining his ears, the Spider listened for the reason that Lynda ceased humming. He found it in this : the Doctor had quit his quiet rantings.
Has Rose stopped crying? The Spider carefully revolved around his web so that he might listen to Rose's room without falling off his perch.
Yes, Rose was quiet in the crying department; however, she was doing something noisy. The Spider slowly rested his left legs aside the walls to see if he could pick up exactly what Rose was doing.
Light blinded the Spider, and he heard Lynda yelp. The Doctor stomped by (it had to be him, no one else walked liked that) and the Spider took a chance, scuttling down the wall with no sight. As his vision returned, he barely missed becoming Spider-pancake via door connecting with wall.
Rose's room was dark, but only like the night on Earth with a half-moon. The Spider came to a stop right at the Doctor's heel.
"Rose?" a soft voice came from the shadows. Rose peeked out of her covers with a sleepy frown.
"Unless the universe is going to fall off itself or you're gonna say you love me, scram!" she spat. A split second later she wondered ' Did I say 'scram?'
"Will you marry me?" the Doctor blurted out before wincing and looking to the ground, much like a frightened child that wanted love. Two brown eyes blinked wearily from their homes, and a nineteen year old human female wondered,
"Did you just purpose?"
"Erm . . . right . . . stupid idea, I think I'll go - go - tinker, yes, I'll go tinker with the console . . . "
"How about you 'tinker' with me?" Rose asked with a grin. The Doctor's eyes snapped from the ground to the girl - woman! - laying in bed. She stated further : "Well, if you want me to say yes, you can hardly expect me to if you run off, now can you?"
The Spider watched the Doctor literally skip to the bed, and then . . . well, then our eight-legged little hero left the couple to do their business. Some things are private, and no matter how well you can convoy them, they are just too beautiful to express. Like two lovers that finally, finally, come together.
One thing though. The Spider did hear this as he left : "You do realise marriage means children, yeah?" followed by a "I hope so! ... Wait, does this mean I have to call Jackie 'Mum'?"
The Spider laughed all the way to his web.