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Chapter Two: The TARDIS's revenge

After pairing up all fifteen sets of shoes, discovering that I had three hair brushes, five tubes of mascara (all in different colours) and unearthing several items that I was sure I had lost including an old toothbrush and a photo of me and the Doctor at Christmas (which I managed not to rip into tiny pieces). I also learned that my carpet was in actual fact green.

"Rose, um... erm... can I come in?" I heard the Doctor ask. I was in two minds, whether to scream, shout and swear at him, for leaving me yesterday for five and a half hours, only to find that he brought back a French courtesan. Or if I should get a grip, grow up and talk to him. To love or to hate?

"If you want," I answered, rather harshly, I could feel my heart breaking all over again. I heard the squeak as my door opened and the Doctor entered his brown hair a complete mess, and wearing his usual pinstriped brown suit.

"Mickey said that you were sick at breakfast, and I just wanted to check that you..." he broke off, his head jerking around my room as if unable to believe his eyes, "hell Rose, you've tidied up, what's wrong?" he asked,

"Why does just because I've tidied up mean something's wrong?" I asked him back, coldly.

"Because the only times you ever tidy up something's wrong, you cleaned the entire TARDIS after my regeneration, your room and all the bathrooms after you first met a Dalek and you dusted everywhere within reach when I got the date wrong and took you home after twelve months not twelve hours, something must be wrong," he practically stated.

The thing was, he was right, I only did tidy up when something was wrong, but what was I supposed to say? I don't like your new girlfriend, NO!I couldn't tell him I hated Reinette - what if he sent me home? You've broken my heart, this next idea was even worse, I couldn't tell him that he'd broken my heart, what would he say? I want to hate you, but I just can't stop loving you, How could I tell him I loved him, what if he didn't feel the same way about me, it'd ruin our relationship, the one thing that meant everything to me. I want to go home, What if he actually sent me home, how could I live getting up, going to work, eating chips, watching T.V then going to bed? It seemed too mundane, too boring and too domestic. Every new idea was even crazier than the last, until I found myself thinking about making up some amazing lie about how those purple aliens had messed with my brain. Oh I give up, there were just too many 'what if's, too many questions.

But while I was having a mental battle, my body was having it's own, so for the second time in only a few hours I found myself being sick, however unlike the first time I wasn't alone. As soon as I'd ran off to the toilet the Doctor followed, and bent down next to me putting one arm around me, holding my hair off my face and making soothing noises into my ear. I was torn between telling him to blumin' well clear off, an image of him and Reinette together flashing in my mind, or just let him be, feeling strangely comforted by having him near. The latter won, I was just too tired to put up a fight.

"Doctor," I heard Reinette screech, "Doctor, where are you?" She seemed rather impatient, seeing the Doctor's eyes gloss over at hearing her voice, I felt hatred rising within me again.

"I'm in here with Rose, Reinette," he answered, and like a faithful puppy Reinette followed the sound of his voice into my bathroom.

"I thought you were going to show me the stars, not the inside of some idiotic spaceship," Reinette spat.

"This ship has feelings you know," I spat back at her,

"How can a mere ship have feelings child?"

"You just wait, she'll mess your rooms around, make you get lost on the way to the kitchen, hide your clothes, make your showers freezing cold, put salt in the sugar pot just for your cup of morning tea, put chilli in everything you eat and that's just for starters. Wait for the main course," I retorted, but before I could brief Reinette on what else the TARDIS could do to her, I found my head down the toilet again.

o...O...o

What was with him? What did he see in her? If it wasn't bad enough that I'd spent most of the morning with my head down the toilet, that was no reason why I couldn't leave the TARDIS, and go off onto some alien planet was it? She got to go, why not me? I started crying in spite of myself. I tried to tell myself that I was being stupid, but he'd forced me to stay in bed all day, while he Reinette and Mickey went around some planet in the Horseshoe Nebula in 1500156 AD. She got my Doctor all to herself for an entire afternoon, where was the fairness in that?

"Rose," the Doctor said, poking his head around my door, "I've...erm... got something for you, I... um... felt really bad.. about leaving you behind... and I thought this looked... erm... nice," he stammered. I looked at him, for what seemed like the first time for, well forever. Those eyes, I felt like I could look into them for ever, they could always show exactly how he felt, they twinkled when he was excited, dulled when he was upset and froze over when he was angry. But right now they looked sad, nervous and apprehensive. He came in, so I budged over a bit in my bed so that he could sit on the edge of it, offering me the brown paper bag that he'd being clutching nervously in his hands. Tipping the contents out onto my bed I realised it was a dress, the Doctor had actually bought me clothes. It was a beautiful dark blue at the bottom, fading into the palest blue at the top, it felt so soft and smooth and ran through my hands like water. I looked up into the Doctor's expectant face.

"It's beautiful, Doctor, thanks," I said smiling at the look of relief on his face.

"I'm glad you like it,"

"So, erm... did you have a fun on... whichever planet you went on?"

"Sort of, though nothing happened, no one needed saving, history didn't need correcting, and everyone, well apart from Mickey, was behaving well. There was nothing for me to do," he answered looking utterly disappointed with the fact that there was a planet which didn't need his help to run smoothly.

"Arh, COLD!" I heard Reinette scream, the TARDIS had obviously found a way to get at Reinette for calling her 'idiotic' earlier. Suppressing an exceedingly smug look from creeping across my face, with just one thought in my head I told you so. Good for the TARDIS, maybe, just maybe if Reinette hated being here so much she'd leave, which meant that everything would be back to normal, or as normal as life could be zooming around time and space in what looked like a little wooden 1950s police box.

"Reinette, are you all right?" the Doctor asked, getting off my bed and walking towards where the sound of Reinette's steady flow of curses came from. The argument that followed was the loudest I'd ever heard.

"Tell your infernal time machine to stop it!" yelled Reinette dripping wet from one end of the hallway,

"I can't, she never listens to me, and even if I did she wouldn't do anything," shouted the Doctor back

"It's not funny,"

"Did I ever say it was? You're just jealous because the TARDIS likes Rose,"

"Why would I be jealous of a useless child?"

"She's not a useless child, she's helped me save the universe more times than I care to count, take that back!"

"Alright, I take it back, but can't you control this stupid ship?"

"I wouldn't call her stupid..." but he was too late the TARDIS had already plotted her revenge, before the words had even left the Doctor's lips, several large, angry, puss filled boils erupted on Reinette's face. Reinette moved one nervous hand up to feel her face, her eyes widened in shock, which sent her running into the bathroom, she must have noticed that her face now made those swamp creatures look beautiful because it wasn't long until her screams sounded throughout the TARDIS's many halls.