It Matters
By Childhood Aspirations
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of the characters.
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It didn't matter.
It didn't matter that she was a beautiful woman, with golden hair and alluring blue eyes, and a full mouth that curved frequently into an enticing smile.
In this case, the definition of frequently was whenever the woman looked at the Doctor.
Rose shook her head, trying to forget about it. All of it.
It didn't matter.
She just kept telling herself that.
But it did matter. It mattered to her.
It mattered to her that every time the Doctor had talked about Reinette, his eyes lit up and that manic smile of his came even more easily than usual.
It mattered to her that the Doctor had been in love with a French noblewoman, the mistress of King Louis XIV. Well, maybe the titles didn't matter, but the thought of the Doctor being in love did.
There was no point in trying to deny it anymore.
Really.
It doesn't matter.
But it did.
It mattered to Rose.