Doctor In Love - Chapter 4- What?
Okay, so not much of a title, but hey. Here it is at last. I really, really disliked writing this chapter, possibly because, for some reason or aonther, this author did not put as much detail as in previous chapters, so I hope you'll forgive me, and I'll give y'all bananas. xDXD
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Doctor Who. I do however, own all three LOTR Special Addition Movies! Which I recieved from my awesomly cool brother. And...oh look! do you see that banana on the floor? -points triumphantly- look! its mine! see? it has the name 'Skyper' written all over it! -grins gleefully and cheers- OMLETTES FOR EVERYONE!
Just to give you a hint on where we dropped off...-funky narrated voice comes on and says: LAST WEEK ON DOCTOR IN LOVE...-
"Rose--"
Crap.
OKAY! enjoy moi story now!
.Skyper.
Oh, and don't drop the banana. I know some of you made a royal mess of it last time, so just...don't drop it again.
Rose blinked and just as quickly the Doctor backed away when they heard a voice, but it was too late. Mickey was staring at the two of them, disbelief and jealous anger clearly written all over his face as his jaw dropped to the ground.
"Oh, go eat a Banana," the Doctor told him absently, leaning back in to stroke and kiss Rose's jaw, so relieved was he that Jackie hadn't entered with Mickey the Idiot.
"Are you…were you two just…?" The words wouldn't form, try as he might, so Mickey turned and fled from the TARDIS, his face red, moving around 280 miles per second.
The Doctor shrugged and moved in closer to Rose, planning to finish what they had begun, but Rose gently shoved him away, grabbed her white jacket from the coat stand that had materialized (A/N: Whoosh…Whoosh…Whoosh!!) beside her when the TARDIS had sensed her urgent need for warmth and raced out the door, pausing to throw an apologetic glance back at the Doctor, who had followed her as far as the doorway, and who looked out after her while leaning his arms against a rail.
"Mickey!" Rose called, running after him at top speed. Mickey ignored her and kept running. He was miles away now, and still going strong. Rose prayed with all her heart for strength from the TARDIS. As if in reply, a picture appeared in her mind's eye. The Doctor's enigmatic smile. This alone gave Rose the strength she sought, and she quickly and easily outran Mickey and caught his arm, pulling him to a stop.
"How…how could you, Rose?" Mickey asked her painfully, breathing heavily, finally coming to a halt at her tug.
"You know how," Rose replied, and to her astonishment she said it easily and wasn't gasping for breath like her Atlanta beside her.
Mickey stared at her in astonishment and shock. "You know what?" he shouted loudly at her, pointing with his finger to the TARDIS. "He's doing that to you! He's changing you, Rose!!"
Rose shook her head and pushed his arm back down. "I know, Mickey," she answered him softly, her voice choking on the tears that were forming in her eyes. "He's shown me worlds I've never known! He's given me an amazing gift that changed my whole life! I love him," she murmured softly, smiling as emotions continued to overwhelm her, never having admitted this aloud. "And you know what? The amazing—the wonderful thing about it is that—he feels the same way about me."
"How do you know?!" Mickey persisted. "Honestly! How?! Rose, he's a bloody alien!!" His face grew red with anger and disbelief. No way was a 900-year-old alien going to take his Rose away.
Then the truth hit him like a transport truck. He already had. The Doctor already had taken Rose away. She wasn't Mickey's at all. The Doctor had taken her even before she had admitted it, before Mickey had admitted it. Way before the two had started snogging each other. He had taken her since he had asked her to travel with him. The first time. Which was why she hadn't hesitated the second. Mickey wanted to deny this fact, but he couldn't. In fact, the more he thought about it, the less he wanted to deny it. Talk about weird, Mickey thought to himself. He remembered Rose was speaking, and allowed him self to be pulled back into the present.
"I feel I can trust him, and I know I can," Rose was saying truthfully and gratefully. "You of all people should know what its like. Although—" she faltered, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'm sorry how our…relationship ended. How-how long have I been away?" Rose knew exactly how long she had been away; she just wanted to hear it from Mickey himself.
"A month."
"Really, Mickey, I'm sorry—"
"Stop Rose, I know," Mickey smiled sadly, looking at her oddly. "Guess I've always known. Funny though. If anything I worried about it wasn't that a 900-year old alien would steal my girl."
Rose offered a choked laugh and opened her arms for a hug. Mickey hesitated but carefully then crushingly gave her a hug. " Still best mates?" she whispered.
"Yeah, still best mates," he responded without hesitation.
"Brilliant." Rose laughed lightly and brushed back a strand of her hair back from her eyes.
"He says that a lot, doesn't he?"
"Some, yeah." Rose stepped back and caught Mickey's hand. "Come for a cup o' tea?"
Mickey hesitated before replying. "Wouldn't I be…you know, interrupting?"
Rose paused and considered. "And wouldn't Mum kill you slowly if we had tea without telling her?"
Mickey's jaw dropped, not for the first time that day. "Shoot! I forgot to tell you. Your mum's sick and she told me to go greet you then pull you up to the apartment for tea." Rose rolled her eyes.
"You forgot that?"
Mickey flushed uncomfortably and shifted, not meeting her gaze. "Well, it wasn't like you and the Doctor were in a greeting mood or anything—"
"Right, let's go get 'im," Rose interrupted, tugging Mickey down the street towards the TARDIS.
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The Doctor was afraid he had made a royal mess. Sure, he didn't like Mickey the Idiot, but that didn't mean he had to respond the way he did. His thoughts were interrupted when Rose busted into the TARDIS, Mickey in tow. "We're going to see my mum," Rose told the surprised Doctor, letting go of Mickey and shoving him un-nicely into a console chair, coming to meet him. The Doctor was surprised and delighted further when Rose greeted him more personally by tugging on his tie and meeting his lips with hers. She gave a slight moan when he deepened the kiss and she reluctantly released him when she couldn't breathe.
"Don't take away my breath," she complained half-heartedly, playing with his tie. The Doctor tugged Rose closer and kissed her again passionately. She returned it.
"You take away mine," he whispered smiling, upon releasing her mouth as he stroked her jaw. Rose went red slightly and smiled shyly up at him. The Doctor fingered her golden curls, studying her blush, and grinned at her with the delight of a schoolboy.
"Don't mean to interrupt and all that—"
"Then don't."
Mickey tossed the Doctor a glare and continued with, "We need to go see Jackie now before she starts to worry."
The Doctor gave a snort of laughter and Rose looked at him strangely. "She will start to worry, Doctor, you of all…beings should know that. You know she would flip," she reminded him.
"Sorry," the Doctor coughed, giving Rose an apologetic look. "I guess we can go now," he reluctantly conceded, and without letting go of Rose's hand, he walked towards the several control panels.
"No you don't, mister," Rose warned him teasingly, tugging her wrist free. "I don't want to land flat on my butt again, thank you very much." She walked over to the side and grabbed a bar.
The Doctor sighed exaggeratingly and rolled his eyes at Rose. "Humans," he muttered. A few seconds later and they were materializing (A/N: Whoosh…Whoosh…Whoosh!!) in Jackie Tyler's living room.
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"We need to tell her…about us," Rose hissed at the Doctor whilst Mickey raced down the hallway to assist Jackie (who had no doubt probably fallen out of her bed and upset several volumes of books when she heard the TARDIS approaching).
"Never mind about that, Rose. I hope Howard isn't around," the Doctor whispered back, glancing around nervously. He went to every window and made sure the shades were closed and that the front door was locked. "Besides," he continued to whisper, coming back and wrapping an arm around Rose's waist, "Maybe you should tell her alone—Ouch!" he nearly yelped as she poked him in the ribs.
"One, isn't now a little too late to be thinking of someone being here? And two, no, mister Spock, you're not getting out of this one," she whispered back, her eyes dancing merrily at him, half smiling at his discomfort and obvious nervousness. "Any man—being—I choose to date or become romantically involved with has to talk to my mother."
"Is that how you scared all of your other boyfriends away?" the Doctor asked cheekily, and received a punch in the stomach. "Oomph."
"Very funny."
"It wasn't a joke."
"I'm not laughing."
There was a slight uncomfortable moment between them.
"Rose, I told you, I am so not Spock," the Doctor suddenly protested. "Why do you keep calling me that? I know we travel in a ship and all, but isn't it a bit rough to refer it to Star Trek? And do I really remind you of Spock? Because personally I don't—"
"For lack of a better name," Rose interrupted, not the slightest bit apologetic.
"What about 'dear'?" he suggested, his tone growing gentle.
Rose wrinkled her nose in protest, and looked at him in shock that he would even think to suggest the name. "Excuse me? Doctor, not only is that too corny, but I think you've been eating a bit too much bananas. Imagine me walking around calling you 'Dear'! That's almost as bad as you calling me 'Honey'! And wouldn't all those aliens, who of course, would be chasing us around at the next planet we go to be all freaked because a girl is running after this chap and calling the 'Oncoming Storm' 'Dear'!!! This is just too laughable!" Rose burst into a fit of laughter at the mere image.
"So much for self sacrifice," the Doctor sighed, and grinned. "Bananas are good for you, Rose. How many times have I told you that?"
"Too many," she sighed back at him.
"Honey," he whispered in her ear, unable to hide his grin, and earned another poke in the ribs. "You hurt." He received another, harder poke. "Remind me never to tell you that again," he said ruefully, rubbing his ribs gingerly.
"Okay. Never tell me that again," Rose told him giggling.
The Doctor rolled his eyes and sighed. "Trust you to take that literally."
Rose's giggles erupted into full-blown laughter as she smirked. "Yup, you can trust me. I'm so trustworthy you can trust me to be trustworthy…" and on and on she babbled.
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Was that an intended pun, or did you take too many asprin today?"
"You're fault if I did," Rose replied cheerfully, punching him playfully on the shoulder.
"My fault? I noticed that that headache of yours had your eyes crossed," he grinned back at her, leaning to gently kiss her forehead soothingly. "I think I like it when you're functioning almost totally on caffeine."
Rose scowled at him. "We humans need our sleep. It's not fair that I haven't gotten it in twenty-four hours. And chasing Mickey down a hundred blocks didn't help either."
"Hey, you're the one who wanted to watch the Lord Of the Rings trilogy back to back yesterday, special addition, might I add? And I really don't think that eating bananas with tea, then searching for the elusive jacket helped things very much either." They had literally spent a stress free day watching the eight DVDs together, with Rose using the Doctor as a giant fluffy pillow. The Doctor smiled at the memory. Though he would never admit it, the fact she had been so close to him made him all warm and bubbly inside and he had loved every single minute.
The Doctor leaned forward to gently squeeze her hand. "Besides, we could have taken the TARDIS if you hadn't left so quickly."
"Now you tell me," Rose grumbled.
"I never really got the chance to before," the Doctor pointed out softly.
Rose just looked at him. "Right, so what do you think about 'Doc'?" the Doctor asked brightly, abruptly changing the subject.
Rose snorted loudly and shook her head as his face drew nearer, his breath like a gentle caress against her skin. "What is with you and bad nicknames?" she murmured at him, her heart pounding. She considered him almost seriously, but shook her head in firm confirmation. "No, 'Doc' is really corny too. Reminds me of the seven dwarves. Besides," she added, "I don't think you'd be able to live with it too long. Same with 'Dear'."
The Doctor sighed. " You're probably right. What do you call me then, love?"
Rose grinned at him slyly. "I don't know, but I like what you call me," she told him, her eyes dancing and sparkling with joy. "Where did you come up with that?" she asked sarcastically, teasing.
"Elementary, my dear Rose," the Doctor murmured right before his lips briefly touched hers with infinite gentleness. Rose felt her heart leap with recognizable joy as she closed her eyes, leaned into his arms, and rested against him, her hands curling around his forearms. The Doctor ended the kiss and rested his forehead against hers briefly, sighing in rapturous contentment.
At footsteps in the hall, the couple separated reluctantly.
In walked Mickey with a wrapped up, secured Jackie in his arms. Rose hid a laugh behind her hand, took a risk and glanced over at the Doctor, noticing with glee that he was trying so very hard to hold his amusement in. Jackie must have seen something on his face, for she gave him a poison dart look and told him sourly as Mickey set her down on a chair, "If a muscle so much as twitches," while making a motion of a slap with her hands. The Doctor shot up as straight as an arrow with no emotion on his face whatsoever.
Jackie cackled and Rose knew that her mum had the Doctor right where she wanted him. Terrified. She smiled dryly when she realized that indeed, her mum had discovered the finer points of blackmail.
Poor Doctor. It was going to be a long night.
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"So," Jackie said hoarsely but nevertheless cheerfully as she put down her teacup after taking long sips. "What are you going to tell me?" she asked Rose and the Doctor, rapping her nails on the kitchen table.
Rose and the Doctor exchanged glances.
"You see we—"
"Tell you? Why, what makes you think we were going to tell you something?"
The answers came from both of them at the same time.
Jackie raised an eyebrow. "Honestly, Doctor. You think I don't know when my daughter is keeping an important secret from me, or anything for that matter? What kind of mother do you take me for?" she snapped, her generosity gone.
"A scary one," the Doctor mumbled, and Rose, who heard him only because he sat beside her, released his hand from under the table. The Doctor glanced at her with an injured expression, and she glared back at him, poking him in the ribs. The Doctor had to hold in a startled moan, and his face tightened.
Satisfied, Rose turned back to her mum. "Actually, we have—"
"Nothing to tell you, " the Doctor finished for her.
Rose turned to the Doctor again and gave him another glare. Jackie eyed the two again suspiciously.
"He's right, mum," Rose reassured her, smiling. "Nothing to tell you. But tell me all about how you're doing, yeah?"
"I've been sick," Jackie said frankly. "Fevers, sneezing, sore throat, headaches—"
"Sounds life threatening," the Doctor mumbled again. Rose snickered behind her cup of tea and Jackie looked at her daughter questioningly. Rose shook her head at her mum.
"Well, there's a party tonight—" Jackie began cheerfully, and then her face fell. "I'm sick and I can't go." She turned to Mickey who had been staring at his tea beside her, silent. "Well, Mickey, you can take Rose, yeah?" she shot a glance at the Doctor across the table. "And the Doctor can keep me company," she continued, cheerful once again.
Mickey choked on his tea, going red, and Rose reached over, giving him a hearty slap on the back, trying to disguise her disappointment. "Here, drink this instead," Rose offered, pouring a glass of water and handing it to him.
"Umm, Jackie, listen, maybe the Doctor an' Rose can go together. I'm not too good at parties, ya know—"
"Nonsense! Rose needs to get to know you better again," Jackie nudged Mickey, making the water he had just swallowed come up and out of his nose as he started to choke again. The Doctor winced visibly at Jackie's words, but no one seemed to notice.
Rose helped Mickey for a few moments, getting angrier by the minute. Suddenly she had enough and she got up immediately, threw down her napkin and pushed back her chair, frustration and anger radiating off of her. "'Rose' is actually in the room," she snapped quietly, just before running out of the room and out the front door.
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"Rose!" Rose heard a male voice call, and ran harder to the park nearest to her home. Reaching the playground, she collapsed into a swing, blubbering loudly.
"Rose," she distantly heard someone say gently, and she raised her head, expecting to find Mickey but seeing the Doctor instead. He was opening his arms to her, and she fell into them, still sobbing. "Oh Rose, love, what's wrong?" the Doctor asked her tenderly, raising a hand to stroke her cheek. Her breath caught at the sound of her name being said in his gentle voice, like the brush of angel's wings to a wound, and she stopped crying.
"As if you didn't know," Rose whispered brokenly to him, resting her head against his jacket.
"Oh, lovely Rose, I know. I was as offended and angered by your mother's suggestion as you were."
"But you didn't run from the room like a thick-headed person," Rose reminded him bitterly.
"Hey!" the Doctor raised her chin to look into her eyes and told her firmly, "You are not thick." He quirked a smile. "And I did run. But you're not thick. You're my Rose, my tender hearted Rose."
Rose waited with baited breath for the words she longed to hear. The words "I love you". They never came. The Doctor moved to squeeze her hand, brushing her forehead with his lips gently.
"So…what do we do?" Rose asked him after a few moments of silence.
"Well, for starters, we should both apologize to Mickey and Jackie for running out like that. Then…you should go with Mickey to the party tonight," the Doctor replied firmly.
Rose immediately sat up, her head connecting sharply with the Doctor's chin. Her eyes widened. "What? Go with Mickey to the party?"
"Yes."
"I'd rather be killed by a Slitheen!" Rose replied stoutly.
The Doctor winced. "Rose, you do not want to be killed by a Slitheen. That's just nasty. No one wants to be killed by a Slitheen."
"I do!" Rose persisted.
"Rose, please just—"
"How can I go to a fancy party with my ex-boyfriend?? Everyone will ask us about our relationship and how it's going and stuff. I can't bear to answer those questions, let alone dance with Mickey!" Rose replied frantically, saying the first thing that popped into her head and turned away from the Doctor, not wanting him to see the hurt in her eyes, or the fact that she was lying badly. Dancing with Mickey she wouldn't mind, but the Doctor not being there? Resigning to her mum so quickly? How could he suggest such a thing? Didn't…didn't he know—didn't he get it—
The Doctor blinked. "Dance?"
Rose sighed and tried to explain. "It's a formal ball-type thing, you know, dresses and fancy Monkey Suits and the lot. I don't even know the people throwing it! But we're invited, so Mum wants someone from the family to show, and since she can't make it, it's me. I had totally forgotten it until you mentioned going to see mum."
The Doctor sighed. Not only would he miss spending the night with Rose, but he would miss dancing romantically under the stars with her as well. Life couldn't get worse.
"You know what?" Rose's eyes flared. "I think I'll go to the party with Mickey. I won't feign sick or…homesickness," here she blushed. "I want to go to the party with him," she told the Doctor suddenly, standing up.
The Doctor visibly flinched at hearing his love want to go to anything with anyone besides him. "Rose—"
"I wonder what he'll want me to wear?" she wondered absently aloud, aware that the Doctor had heard her. She started to jog back to her mum's apartment. The Doctor followed at a much slower pace.
He had been so wrong. Life just got worse.
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Can I say once again that I didn't like this chapter? Except for the whole debate going on between Rose and the Doctor while they were waiting upon Jackie and Mickey... Oh well. R & R. Promised Bananas go out to...everyone who's reviewed so far. xD hey, its 1 in the morning, and i'm tired. I think my bed is calling me...mmm...come here bed...Yeah, so I think I'm going to go crash for a few hours. If you didn't like the ring of this chapter, SUCH AS ME!! give me a yell and I'll see about changing and possibly deleting it. Wonderful BETA btw. Goes out to Scout Girlishness.