A Moment With Mickey
Mickey finds out about Sherlock. He confronts Rose about the situation.
This is a missing scene from the very end of "A Nice Place to Start"
"So, when were you going to tell me that you are dating Sherlock bloody Holmes?" demanded Mickey after he stormed into Rose's office without knocking.
"Wha…what?" asked a very confused Rose looking up from her computer screen. "Oh! Hey, Mick! What are you doing here on a Saturday morning?"
Mickey ignored her. "Sherlock Holmes… he's your mystery bloke? Martha bet me a tenner that you had one, you know! How did that even happen? And more importantly…why didn't you tell me, Babe? I'm your oldest friend!" He fussed all the way across the office and then crashed into the chair in front of her desk.
"Mickey," she said soothingly. "Don't be like that. As for Sherlock, we are not really dating…not yet… we just…"
"Is that so? Because I just ran into Jake and Jamie downstairs and they were telling me about the Slathling incident from last night and that you went off to have dinner with Sherlock Holmes at his place, afterwards!"
"Yes, but they didn't know that John was meeting us there with the food," she argued – as if that made any difference.
"John…John Watson? As in Dr. Watson?" Mickey asked, incredulously.
"Yes, he's a really nice guy. He iced my hand for me after I sprained it slugging that Slathling. See?" She held up the hand that Donna had rewrapped for her and waved it around slightly.
"So he is really a Doctor?" he asked, with a hint of sarcasm.
"Yep," she replied, ignoring his reference. "He is just as much of one as Martha is. He has a surgery, patients, and everything. His wife is a nurse, too."
"Wow! Just to clarify, though, we are talking about the Sherlock Holmes, the detective, and his partner, Dr. Watson… right?"
"Of course! How many other Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson combos do you know about?"
"And what about the flat? Is it really at Baker Street?"
"Yes, it is -221B – just like the stories."
"That is just so weird, Babe!"
"Tell me about it!"
Mickey sat in silence for a moment, just thinking. "Does he have…you know… the hat?"
"I haven't seen one, Mick. I'm glad, too, because he has the most gorgeous hair!"
"That's what Jake said," Mickey replied with a smirk. "He might have been drooling a little bit about some other gorgeous body parts, too." He shook his head with disbelief but then continued, "Anything else that I should know about?"
"Mick, I have only seen him a few times – three, to be exact."
"Rose, I know you. You don't date casually. Do you like this bloke or not?"
Rose sighed heavily and put her head down on her arms. "I have already had this conversation with Donna this morning," she muttered.
"What?" Mickey exclaimed. "Donna knows?"
Rose picked her head up again. "As of this morning - yes. She came in early with Lee and caught me sneaking in."
"Why were you sneaking in?... Bloody hell! Are you wearing his shirt?" he asked, incredulously.
"Yes, I spent the night there and I needed something to wear this morning, so I stole his shirt."
"Rose…" Mickey said in a warning tone.
"Mick, I'm an adult, and I can obviously handle myself. I took down a Slathling last night – completely on my own, I might add. I don't need you to protect me." She shot that warning tone right back at him.
"I'm not worried about you getting hurt physically, Rose, you know that," he tried to explain. The last thing that he wanted to do was get into a fight with her about this.
"I know," she sighed again. "You don't have to worry about me, though. It was late, we slept in separate rooms, and I left before he got up this morning. I left him a note. He texted me. We are going out to dinner tomorrow night. Is there anything else that you want to know, Father?"
"Ha! Ha! Very funny, Rose," he snarked. Then he paused before asking, "What have you told them?"
"Sherlock knows about Torchwood, but John doesn't. I met John for the first time last night, but Sherlock was there at the morgue a couple of weeks ago when Molly called me in about the Slitheen wannabe."
"I guess he took it well since he still remembers and he was with you again with the Slathling last night. Have you told him anything else? Does he know about…?"
"Us, the Doctor, time travel, the other universe, the fact that he is also a famous fictional character? No, not yet, Mick. Like I said, I haven't known him long enough to share everything with him. Three meetings, three meals, four kisses, two aliens, a few texts …that's all we have had."
"Four kisses?" he asked speculatively.
"Shut up, Mick!"
"Rose, I just have one more question."
"What is it?" she asked warily.
"Can I meet him?"
"No!"
"But, Babe, this is Sherlock Holmes we are talking about!"
"I am well aware of that, Mick! However, Sherlock is not known for being a social person – quite the opposite, in fact. He's a lot like our first Doctor in that way. He doesn't do small talk and he's not the kind of guy to go out to the pub or to come over for game night. I don't know that he ever will be. It's actually taken him until this morning, almost three weeks after we met, to even contact me first – and that was with a one word text. If he is not comfortable with me, yet, then there is no way that he is going to be comfortable with my friends."
"Well, what about Molly? Jake? And Jamie?
"He knew Molly first, before I even met her. As for Jake and Jamie, he met them through investigations. Investigations are his thing, Mick. They are not contrived or forced social situations. Please just trust me that something like that just wouldn't go over well with him at this time. I don't want to scare him off with too much too soon."
"It's a start, though. Right, Babe?"
"Yes, but it is just a start – for us. Give us some time, Mick, please. I would like to give this a real shot. If it goes somewhere, then I promise that I will find a way to introduce the two of you."
"I'm going to hold you to that, Rose! And I am rooting for you, you know. It sounds like you really like this guy, anyway."
"I really do, Mick."
"I still can't believe it is Sherlock freaking Holmes, though! You just can't ever date a normal guy, can you?"
At that, Rose stuck her tongue out at him and went back to typing on her computer.
"Well, I can tell when I'm not wanted!" he said facetiously, as he stood up to go. He stopped in the doorframe, though, and turned to face her. "You know I love you, Rose!" he said.
"I love you, too, you big oaf!" she said with feeling as she smiled at her best friend, content in the knowledge that he still had her back in this universe – just like he did in the last one!