The Doctor followed the music through the corridors of the TARDIS, trying to find its source. As he traveled the familiar halls he knew, in the back of his mind, where it was coming from. Where else?
You take your white finger
Slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer
Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties
And I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes, find the eyes
As he approached Rose's room the music got louder. Music poured out of the open door, an invitation if he ever saw one. The Doctor leaned against the door jam and watched Rose. She was dancing quite energetically, as yet unaware of his presence.
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
Yes it's mine
His eyes were drawn to her movements, almost against his will. She was fluid and graceful, yet still tough. Fitting for the song. The sway of her body was mesmerizing. He couldn't look away.
Time every journey to bump into you, accidentally
I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate
All the girls I hate
All the words I hate
All the clothes I hate
How I'll never be anything I hate
You smile, mention something that you like
And how you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like
She turned and suddenly her eyes were all he could see. He was drowning in them. Rose smiled mischievously and he couldn't help but smile back.
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
Yes it's mine
She pulled him towards her, looping her arms around his neck. The Doctor reveled in her touch as he proved to her, once again, that he could dance.
So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it and
What I made is unclear now, but his deference is and his laughter is
My words and smile are so easy now
Yes, It's easy now
Yes, It's easy now
Rose pulled him close as the song ended, her forehead resting against his. He loved these moments of quiet closeness. Slowly, almost hesitantly he brushed his lips across hers, savoring the velvet that was her lips. She responded, just as gently as he, and he felt a sense of bliss settle over him. This is how life was meant to be. If only this could go on forever.
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
Yes it's mine
The next song came on and they broke apart. Rose grinned mischievously and the Doctor knew an identical grin was on his face. Rose pulled him close and began to dance again. Dance is a very powerful drug, if you embrace it judiciously, dance can exorcise demons, access deep-seated emotions and color your life in joyous shades of brilliant magenta.