AUTHORS NOTE: Ok, so it has been a very very long time, but I have been inspired to continue on with this story. Please review because new ones were what motivated me to write more. And let me know what you think and what direction you would like me to take with this story.
As always: I do not own anything associated with Doctor Who or the BBC and I am not making any money from this story (unfortunately). Enjoy and review! xx
Also Note: This is set in Series 2 in Smith and Jones. Spoilers if you have not seen Series 2. But seriously get your hands on it if you haven't!
The Doctor watched the group of students being led away by their mentor. The girl who checked his symptoms kept looking back at him, smiling. And he smiled back.
"Stop flirting, it makes you look like a lost puppy." Commanded a voice from the bedside. The Doctor looked to his left. Rose was there again, just like in the TARDIS before, except now she wore a red suit. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was watching the medical students walk away.
"I'm not flirting," he replied, "I'm just being… charming."
"Right, charming. Just like when you met Madame Du Pompadour?" She asked.
"I'm going to ignore that. Completely different situation." Was simply his response.
"You do realise how much danger you are putting yourself into, checking into a major teaching hospital, right?" She asked, concern written all over her face.
"But if I'm right then my presence won't matter because something bigger is happening." He responded.
"I'm sure there is, but that student checked your heart and now she knows that something is different about you." Said Rose.
"She won't say anything." He replied, coyly.
"Well she's not a very good doctor then, is she? If someone checked my vitals and discovered I had a second heartbeat I would want that person to run all the tests possible." She remarked, while watching the group of students depart from the next patient's bed.
"Yes, but no one will be checking your vitals any time soon, will they?" He retorted, with cheek. He turned his head and looked her up and down, actually seeing her for the first time since the encounter in the TARDIS. She moved closer to him and laid herself on the bed, next to The Doctor, pressing into his side. She picked a strand of hair which was dangling by his ear and began to twirl it between her fingers.
"I dunno, maybe if I'm lucky I thought later when you got back to the TARDIS you and I could…" She was cut off by The Doctor's innocent curiosity.
"Why are you wearing a suit? What happened to that dress from before?" He asked. She got off his bed and stood up straight. Her hands smoothed the front of the red jacket and then found a place to rest on her hips.
"We're in a hospital. I thought that it might be a little inappropriate." She replied.
"You do realise that I am the only person here who can see you, aren't you?" The Doctor asked, trying to figure out the logic of a being whose existence surely marked the beginning of his own insanity.
"Yes, but I can still be respectful of the people around me." She responded. There was silence for a minute. "Why, would you rather me being in that tight, little dress?"
The Doctor felt like his hand had been caught in the cookie jar. "Was just asking the question." He replied, sheepishly. In an instant there was thunder and cries from staff and patients about the rain falling up.
"I'll leave you to do your thing, Doctor." She smiled, both sweetly and oh so seductively at him. He looked her deep in the eyes and a huge grin burst over his face. In an instant he jumped out of bed and grabbed the blue suit that was on the chair next to his bed and started unbuttoning his pyjama top.
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"So how big is this thing, exactly?" Asked a wide eyed Martha, looking down the corridors from the TARDIS control room.
"You know, Martha Jones, I don't exactly know." Responded The Doctor while flicking various buttons on the panels in front of him.
"What do you mean 'you don't exactly know'?"
"I don't! My TARDIS is so big that I have never reached the end. Also, she likes to switch the rooms around when it pleases her, so generally I reach the greenhouse and then give up." He replied, watching her eyes grow wider.
"You have a greenhouse in this thing?! Can I see it?" gasped Martha.
"Sure you can. If you go down that hall there," he pointed to a dimly lit corridor, "and follow the green lights until you come across a door which feels warm and the air feels thick and humid. If you get lost just, um, whistle."
"But I don't see any green lights." Martha responded, quizzically. The Doctor grabbed the old car horn from the console. He squeezed the rubber end and a loud honk sound filled the control room. On the walls of the dark corridor green lights started to light up the way. A huge smile grew across Martha's face and she started off down the corridor.
"She likes you." Said a voice from the console chair. The Doctor looked over and saw Rose, in the red dress from before. He quickly turned his attention back to the buttons in front of him.
"What happened to the suit?" He asked.
"We aren't in the hospital anymore, and you seemed to be such a fan of this dress, I thought that it should be appreciated." She replied.
"Martha does not like me." He quickly changed the subject, remembering his 'cookie jar' moment from earlier in the day.
"Oh yes she does, Doctor. That look in her eyes, I know it all too well." Rose responded. She stood up from the chair and walked towards The Doctor. She leant into the console, attempting to establish eye contact. "You're a heartbreaker." She smiled. He glanced up and their eyes were locked. Thoughts began to surge through his head. Combinations of guilt for leading his companions down paths that always ended in pain, happiness for the memories he shared with them along the way, passion for the being, what ever being that she was, beside him, and anger for knowing that she was right. This was why he preferred to travel alone. He could deal with his own heartbreak.
"That is why I prefer to travel alone." He replied, grimly.
"But as long as I am here your heart won't be broken, and you won't break any others." She enlightened him. A whistle came from the corridor that Martha had raced down. "Take her to see Shakespeare." Rose whispered in his ear.
The Doctor turned to ask why Shakespeare and she was gone. He was in the TARDIS console room, alone. Another whistle sounded and he started down the corridor.
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