Mickey was raping Rose. He was too late to save her.
The Doctor, in a blind rage, grabbed the nearest heavy thing that he could lay his hands on – which happened to be Rose's utterly hideous fairy ornament thing that her mother had given her for Christmas- and threw it at Mickey.
"Mickey what the HELL do you think you're doing. Leave Rose alone NOW" the Doctor yelled. Mickey, who until he'd been hit in the head by a flying fairy doll hadn't realised someone was in the room, leapt off the bed, and spun around so that he could face whatever the Doctor would throw at him - possibly literally – head on.
But the Doctor, after locking the door with the sonic screwdriver so Mickey couldn't escape, walked round Mickey to where Rose was laying on the bed, crying.
"Rose, I was too late. I'm sorry, I should have got here faster" the Doctor said, his face full of emotion at what Rose must have been through.
"Doctor…it's not your fault…I sent you off to the control room." Rose said in the quietest voice the Doctor had ever heard her use. It broke his hearts in two.
"Doctor get away from her. Get out of this room. Rose and I have some things to discuss" Mickey said, in a voice that was trying to be brave but failing miserably.
The Doctor looked at Rose, who was trying desperately to slide off the bed but was too weak to do so. In that moment he decided that even if it used up all his regenerations, he was going to keep Rose safe until Mickey was out the way.
"Mickey I'm not leaving this room with Rose in here. You'll have to drag me out"
"I can do better than that" With that, Mickey pulled out a gun and pointed it at the Doctor.
Rose couldn't believe her eyes. Why would Mickey bring a gun onto the Tardis. And what was he doing, pointing it at the Doctor. It was bad enough that he'd just…done what he'd just done, but now he was threatening to kill the Doctor. When would this madness stop? She wished she could do something, but she felt so dizzy and weak. She just wanted to go into a deep sleep and forget everything that had happened. Even if the only way to do that was to not wake up. But she knew that she had to save the Doctor, even if it cost her his life.
"Stop it Mickey. You're not gonna do anything to do the Doctor, because you'll have to shoot me first." Rose said, somehow finding the strength to sit up. The Doctor looked on in amazement as Rose slid off the bed and walked in front of the Doctor. Her legs were trembling and she wasn't sure how long her legs would hold her for, but as long as she could somehow help to keep the Doctor safe, she could cope with the pain. After Mickey had been taken home – or kicked out of the time vortex, she didn't care which, as long as he was a long way away from her. She'd never be able to trust him again. Rose changed her train of thought quickly, as she knew that if she thought deeply about what Mickey had just done, she'd collapse and fall apart.
"Rose, get away from him. Don't think I won't shoot you. I don't care who dies, cos if I leave him alive, he'll kill me. Get back on the bed if you want to live. We're not finished yet." Mickey's voice had changed. He sounded as though he hated Rose, and had done for months. The way he was speaking scared Rose, but it terrified the Doctor, who wasn't sure that everything would turn out all right. Not that anything would ever be all right again, after the atrocities Mickey had done to Rose, he wouldn't blame her if she wanted to go home. IN fact, once Jackie found out, the Doctor doubted she'd let Rose out of her sight again. Still, Rose deserved a rest after this.
"Mickey, stop acting stupidly. Do you really want to make everything so much worse than it is now? If you shoot the Doctor, how are we gonna get home?" Rose asked, sounding weary.
"Rose, shut up, and do as you're told. We're going to get home because the Doctor won't leave us to float around in this box of wood forever, so he's going to leave the room now. If he doesn't, well then you can fly the Tardis, like you did last time."
"Mickey, I am NOT leaving the room, unless Rose comes with me. Get that into your thick skull before I get it in for you. Come on Rose, let's get out of here – we're flying home and dropping Mickey off with Jackie" The Doctor took Rose's hand and started to walk out of the room, but Mickey raised the gun and pulled the trigger. There was a deafening bang, followed by a cry of pain from Rose.
"Mickey, Why...I'll deal with you later. Rose, are you okay? Where did the bullet go?" The Doctor asked, panicked,getting Rose into a sitting position.
"Doctor…I didn't…I meant to…I was aiming at you, but the pistol…it kicked back and the bullet went in a different direction. Will she be ok?" Mickey was reduced to a quivering mess, devastated at the thought that he'd shot Rose.
"Mickey, just shut the hellup so I can see where the bullet went. Rose, can you hear me?" he asked the unconscious girl leaning against him. Her eyes fluttered open, and she opened her mouth to speak. The Doctor leant closer to her so he could hear what she was trying to say.
"My leg…it hurts…Doctor, its not Mickey's…fault. I just want things to go back the way they were" Rose said, leaning against the Doctor weakly, as he ran the sonic screwdriver over her leg to try and assess the damage.
"As you wish, Rose. I'm sorry about everything" Mickey said. He put the gun against his temple and pulled the trigger. Rose screamed, but there was nothing anyone could do – Mickey was dead.
