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MICKEY

I am going to see Jackie. Every once in a while we get together and worry about Rose. Not exactly what I figured my social life would be when I was older, but it beats worrying about her by myself. Going off with a guy she doesn't even know...if it was someone that didn't have a time-box, would her Mum put up with it? No.

Which makes me wonder: How long is Rose really gone when she comes back? How long has it been for her? In that time-box, that Tardis, does she age? Will she still be eighteen when I'm fifty?

And why doesn't she love me? I want her to be happy; its why I let her marry the bloke in the first place. I'd rather have her happy without me then un-happy with me.

In response to my musings the Tardis starts to bleed into reality. My heart quickens. Even after all this time, Rose still makes my heart thump wildly. She doesn't know how much I love her, and I will never tell her. She is too important to me.

Jack is the first to step out of the Tardis. Rose follows him with a little baby cradled in her arms. The Doctor is last, holding another little form. The two small ones must of been only a few hours old at most. Not that I know that much about babies.

Rose sees me. Her eyes dim a little, like she is sorry that I had to see this. I grin at her and speed up.

"Hiya Rose." I greet. "How old are they?"

All three seem shocked at my question. The Doctor recovers first, answering, "Their an hour old."

"Should they be out of the hospital?" I ask, concerned for their health. And Rose's. Who opens her mouth to talk but is interrupted before she starts.

"Their Gallifreyan trust me, they are fine." The Doctor spat. Jeez, I was just trying to help. Don't they have bad immune systems or something? The systems have to develop? But I know nothing, I guess.

"Mickey -" Rose begins.

"Their cute." I interrupt, not wanting to hear her pity, her 'I'm sorry, Mickey.' All three of the adults look uncomfortable, and the Doctor says,

"Yes, well, we better get going. To see Jackie and all that."

"Yes. Right." I shift around then get out of their way. Rose stalls.

"Mickey..."She trails off. "Look -"

"Rose, I'm fine." I have to mentally bite my lip to keep from telling her, 'They are cute. Should of been mine, too. Not some...aliens.'

But I do not say that, even if my insides are tearing apart. Rose nods, and she leaves. Rose glances back at me, and I give her my biggest smile. Her relief is obvious. For love I will do anything...even pretend I'm okay with her being married to a bloke from outer space.

But if I ever get alone with him I'll kill him.