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Chapter One: Someone like herI couldn't believe him, I'd thought - no hoped - that he loved me. All the places we'd been together, all the planets and people we'd saved; always together. Had he just been waiting, waiting for someone better to come along, a newer model? A cleverer, prettier, more ambitious woman? Someone better than me. Someone like Reinette.
I should be pleased for him, he's happy, he - more than anyone else in the universe - deserves that. So why aren't I happy? Because he's happy with someone who isn't you. Said a nagging little voice in the back of my head. Fighting back tears, I came out of my trance, just in time to see Reinette lay her head against the Doctor, my Doctor, and see him put his arm around her.
"I'm going to bed," I said, feeling my heart break. He didn't notice, being too absorbed with that French Tart. Feeling that he wouldn't notice me if I grew eight arms and legs, turned green and sprouted tentacles (like those oh so lovely creatures on some planet we'd visited just last week) I turned around and headed off towards my bedroom.
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On reaching my bedroom, I slammed the door closed, like I used to do when I fell out with my mum all those years ago, but she wasn't here to bring me a cup of tea, apologise and tell me that we'd sort something out, no matter if it took all night. Throwing myself onto my bed I pummeled the bed with my fists taking out all the anger and hatred I felt for the Doctor out on it, feeling tears streaming down my cheeks. I started sobbing uncontrollably into my pillow, crying myself to sleep, something I hadn't done since... since...
I was being chased by a 10ft purple and yellow spotted orange alien, it's putrid breath reminding me of things I'd rather forget.
"Doctor, help me please!" I screamed
Looking over my shoulder I saw him and Reinette on their wedding day, laughing at me. Anger coursed through my blood, fuelling me on, I wanted to hurt every inch of his 'Last Timelord' face.
With a blinding flash of bright white light, I saw the Doctor, the proper Doctor, in his battered leather jacket and wide cheesy grin, surrounding him was an old grumpy man, a younger man with jet black hair, another old man with curly white hair, a man with curly brown hair and a ridiculously long scarf, another man blonde this time in what looked like cricket whites, a seventh man in a hideously bright coat, yet another man with an umbrella even though it wasn't raining and lastly a man in a very Edwardian suit. Even though I'd never seen these men before they seemed strangely familiar, like a long lost friend who's grown old, and looks different but is still the same.
"Rose," they chorused their voices echoing, "ignore our tenth form, he's being an idiot, he doesn't love her, he's just feeling lust. How could he? He loves you with both of his hearts. Promise us you'll make him see sense..."
"I'll try, but how?" I replied, but never got an answer as they all faded from view.
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Opening my eyes and squinting around my room, 7:45. Great. Another blumin' day. Forcing myself out of my bed I stumbled into the shower letting the water wake me up, bringing my dream back to life, all those men, could they all have been the doctor, in previous regenerations? I guess so. That scarf! I laughed in spite of myself. Oh, and that coat! Had that version of him been colour blind?
I didn't see the point in making myself look half decent, it wouldn't make him notice me any more. So I wore my oldest pair of jeans, my black V-neck jumper and my black trainers. Brushing my hair in the mirror, I decided that I'd pretend that I hadn't slammed my door last night, cried myself to sleep or wished that I'd never met the Doctor and still went to work, watched T.V ate chips and went to sleep. Putting the brush down a little too hard I summoned what little strength I had left to stop myself from crying, and headed off towards the TARDIS kitchen.
Before I turned into the corridor leading to the kitchen I caught the unmistakable smell of pancakes, rather than feeling staving, my stomach churned, meaning only one thing, get to the toilet and QUICK! Thankfully I made it just in time.
"Rose, you all right?" I heard Mickey ask,
"Yeah, I'm fine, must've caught something," I replied, still shaking.
After deciding that it would be best if I skipped breakfast, the very thought of eating just made my stomach churn again, I went back into my room, and after nearly falling over all my stuff I figured that it was time to tidy up my room.