You're Not...?
The last time Rose will ever see the Doctor ... the last chance she'll get to wind him up. What if she had?
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
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"You're not ...?"
The Doctor looked momentarily stunned. Rose realised how he must have heard her remark. She laughed, and opened her mouth to correct him ...
Why, though?
She was never going to see him again. She didn't want to spend her last precious few minutes with him howling. This might be the last chance she got to see his gorgeous smile.
Well. She thought it was gorgeous, anyway.
And she had a brilliant way to see it.
She nodded.
"Oh! Erm, well - congratulations!" The Doctor forced a smile, but his pale face was much whiter than usual, "Who's the father? Mickey?"
"Well ... I wasn't really planning on telling you this, seeing as ... you know. But - it's you."
"What?"
The colour rushed back into the Doctor's face. The colour was purple.
"Me? But - we've never -"
"Oh, we have? Don't you remember? That night?"
"No!"
"Actually, I'm not surprised. You were so drunk you could barely stand up."
The Doctor was pale again.
"I've never been drunk ... well, not recently ... well, not so drunk I -" the Doctor gave up, sighing, "How long ago was this?"
"About three months -" Rose lied. She was quickly making up the 'night' in her head, so she could elaborate smoothly and convincingly.
"And how can you remember it when I can't?"
"I don't think I drunk half as much as you."
The Doctor stared. Rose was fighting the urge to giggle and give herself away.
"Rose - there's something I really need to tell you - I probably should have told you a while ago, actually, but - you know," The Doctor, paler still, looked Rose directly in the eye, "Rose Tyler -"
Rose knew what he was going to say. A lump rose in her throat. Did she want to hear it? She knew it would make her hurt more if she did. On the other hand, if she didn't, the rest of her life would be spent wondering ... wondering what the Doctor really thought of her.
But before she made her decision, the Doctor had said it.
"I love you."
Rose felt awful. Maybe he wouldn't have said it if she'd told him the truth. Maybe he wouldn't have loved her if she'd told him the truth. Tears began to trickle down her cheeks.
"Doctor - I'm not pregnant. It's Mum. I was just messing about, I'm sorry - I didn't mean to make you - "
"You're not pregnant? Oh - well, that's brilliant! And tell your Mum congratulations from me, too!"
Rose was stunned. He seemed to have forgotten what he'd said already. He was smiling again, although his eyes were as red as the hair he never had.
"D'you still -?"
"That?" he smiled. The smile Rose had been hoping for, "Of course I do. Why would I say something like that at a time like this if I didn't mean it?"
Rose smiled sadly back.
"Well, I suppose if you've said it I should as well ..."
She looked at his expectant face for what she knew would be the last time. He was smiling still, and she also knew she'd got her wish.
"Doctor -"
The Doctor was growing less solid - and in a matter of seconds he was gone. Rose, her mouth ready to say the three words, froze.
He was gone.
Those weren't the three words she'd been hoping to say.
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I know the ending was very stupid, but I'm not too good at endings like that. Please review.
