A/N: OK, third entry. Just to clear it up this companion ISN'T Rose, don't think I've made that very clear.

Special thanks to Seiya's Star for a very good review!

Anyway I still don't own Doctor Who, shame.

04/11

We had a fight. Quite a bad, I mean I was scared, he was scaring me; he's never directed that impossible cold anger at me in the months we've traveled together. After I went to keep him company last night as well. I should probably set the scene.

It was another day of drifting around. I think that he will be tinkering away forever if I don't curb him soon. Also I begin to think I might be a bit distracting – what with the floods, food, films and breakages.

Anyway, I was wandering around, looking for new rooms, when I stumbled across the wardrobe. I swear it's moved. I ran off to get the Doctor, giddy with excitement, and we had a bit of a dressing up session – I love dressing up! And anyone who hasn't seen the Doctor in a Roman Centurion's outfit is really missing out – he makes metal shin pads look good. He put on a Regency outfit at one point – very, very dashing! Rivalling Colin Firth I have to admit – he even has the sideburns! So, when he put that on I tried to find something to match – closest I could find was a Victorian dress, not quite right but oh well. So I put it on and pinned up my hair and everything and I went to show him and he just looked at me like I was a ghost.

Completely still, standing there, looking like a perfect Regency gentleman except his mouth was hanging open.

Then he started to look all angry and shouted at me to take it off.

I have to say I was so confused and more than a little pissed off myself – it's taken me ages to put on that bloody corset. So I shouted back, all stubborn, saying there's no chance I'm going to take it off.

He grabbed me with both hands on the tops of my arms. So hard – it really hurt and bruising is sure to result. And he spoke through gritted teeth, quietly, but he seemed even angrier. He said that it was Rose's and I couldn't wear it.

I was so shocked by his reaction. It reminded me of Daphne DuMaurier's "Rebecca", the former Mrs DeWinter and all that. I know that Rose used to travel with the Doctor and that they were incredibly close, though nothing actually happened. When I first met him he was a bit of a mess and he obviously still misses her but I thought he had got a bit better. He had seemed a bit happier and smiling more genuinely and more often.

But when he said it was Rose's dress the look in his eyes was so awful. His grief was so stark and apparent, like he'd just lost her all over again. It was awful, I felt awful. And guilty. My heart felt like it had been yanked out of my chest, ripped into pieces and stomped on so I could only imagine how he felt – having two as well.

I cried. I couldn't help it. Tears just streamed silently down my face.

He didn't speak, didn't move for so long. Just stood there, gripping the tops of my arms.

I couldn't move either. I just stood there crying like an idiot.

Suddenly he dropped his arms to his sides and left. He clearly needed to be alone.

It's hours later now. When I finally snapped out of it I got changed quickly and went to my room to take a long hot shower. I finally stopped crying.

Haven't seen him since. I should go and find him to apologise, to say that I understand or something.

Honestly, though, I'm too scared. I'm scared that he's going to see me, see I'm not Rose and ask me to leave. I'm not saying he would want to hurt me. And I'm not saying that he only asked me to travel with him because I remind him of her – but what he's told me we are nothing alike, she's quite a lot to live up to. I'm just scared that now he's been forced to think about her he's not going to be able to face travelling with someone else and it'll be all my fault that he will be all alone again.

Since having my shower I've been alternately writing this and lying on my bed, staring at nothing, making up horrible scenarios in my head. I wish I could just stop thinking, stop my overactive imagination. I wish I had the guts to go and talk to him.

An entire race threatening the universe fine, one poor, lonely, alien man who's hurting and incredibly sad – much, much harder.

A/N: that was quite an angsty chapter, sorry, it sort of just happened. I have to add that I do not possess Colin Firth or "Rebecca" which I haven't even had the guts to read!

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