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Chapter Two
"Well," the Doctor said looking down at me. "It looks an awful like a small apartment, but I've never seen these rooms in the TARDIS before."
"Me neither," I added. I glanced at the tall crème-colored candle set in the middle of the coffee table. My feet were standing on a red and gold area rug. I could feel the Doctor becoming nauseous from this homey place.
"Well, of course, the TARDIS can always add more rooms if need be. But why would she lock us up in an apartment?"
I just shrugged. I started to walk around the backside of the couch in the direction of the hallway.
"You have your sonic screwdriver, don't you?" I asked the Doctor turning back around to face him. His hand was on the back of the sofa. His other hand was caught in his thick brown hair, which was already sticking out all over.
"No," the Doctor shook his head, "I left it in the console room." He was avoiding eye contact with me. He looked like an ashamed superhero who could not save the day. I walked over to him, and his downturned head tilted up to look at me.
"It will be alright," I tried to comfort the Doctor, which I realized was nearly impossible at this moment. I placed my left hand on his upper right arm. He said nothing but his eyes were staring straight at me, unmoving. I pulled him into a hug. After an extra second of solidity, the Doctor wrapped his arms around my middle and pulled me close. Despite the situation we were in, his warmth and soft skin warmed me from the outside in.
While still in the embrace, I said softly, "We might be trapped, but at least we haven't faced any danger. The TARDIS just told us we are safe, right?" I pulled away a bit and looked at his face searching for some sort of emotion. When he saw my eyes tracing over his features, his face broke out into a wide smile.
"Yes, you're right," He told me. His fingertips drew long lines across my back as our arms returned to our sides. I felt a chill run through my body, and a small blush appeared on my cheeks. I turned my eyes away in case he could sense my feelings. I turned towards the hallway behind us and walked towards it.
"What else is in here?" I asked him. I could hear his footsteps following behind me only a few steps behind. The first door I found was on the left of the hallway. I peeked my head in and found a relatively large bathroom. There were two sinks, a large counter, and toilet. There was also a large bathtub and separate shower with glass walls. The floor had off-white tiles, but there was a plush light blue rug under the counter.
"That's nice," he pointed out from behind me, "At least she gave us a bathroom."
"Yeah, considerate," I agreed, "So we aren't necessarily ball-and-chained in a prison cell." I turned around and moved past the Doctor to go explore more. As I passed him, the right half of my body accidentally grazed his right arm.
The next door I opened led us into a large room. There were a loveseat and two chairs near a fireplace that was similar to the one of the living room. The main long wall was covered in one large bookcase that was made of painted white wood. All the books looked ancient. Upon closer inspection, the spines of the books all had titles in different languages. I couldn't even recognize the symbols, let alone the language.
"It's my library," the Doctor explained, "Well, not all of it. She gave me about a fourth of my book collection in here."
I nodded as my eyes skimmed the room. This library was definitely smaller than the Doctor's enormous main library, but it was a nicely decorated room. The golden walls and furniture made me feel warm and comfortable. It seemed bizarre to see something so homey inside the mechanical TARDIS. I wish I had known about this room before; I would have come here often. However, I'm sure that this room had not existed until now.
The next room was also the last room. My hand fiddled with the cold metal handle. I slid the door open and took a step in.
"Uh." The Doctor made a noise behind me. I ignored this noise as soon as my eyes settled on the small bedroom right in front of us. There was a bed right in front of me, but what caught my attention immediately was the ceiling.
Or lack thereof.
I took a few more steps forward and tilted my head upwards, gazing. The ceiling was a dome of glass, and we could see the space surrounding us in the TARDIS. Millions of silver-colored stars twinkled as I stood there, feeling immensely small. There were a few dim lights on in the bedroom, but I felt like I was outside on Earth at night gazing up at the stars. I am fairly certain that my life lacked the amount of time required to count each star I could see from where I stood. I felt the Doctor slide his hand along my waist.
"It's gorgeous," I whispered leaning slightly into his upper body, staring upwards.
My mind eventually drifted back down to the TARDIS as I lowered by head back down. It only took a small amount of time to examine the rest of the room. Small and plain, there was just the bed and two wardrobes to each side of the door.
"There's only one bed," the Doctor repeated my very thoughts, "If we have to sleep here for the night, I'll just stay on one of those couches out there." He pointed out the door, talking very fast. He glanced back to me.
"No," I said right away without thinking about it, "I mean, I'm sure we could both fit on this bed." Oh, no, this was becoming awkward. Back in the main part of the TARDIS, we had always kept to our own rooms. Unfortunately.
"Um," the Doctor began. I could hear him breathing. He said, "Alright, as long as you are comfortable with that."
"Mhm," I responded quietly. I walked over to the wardrobe on the left and found several suits hung up. I giggled softly to myself and went to open the other wardrobe. Most of the clothes I had kept in the TARDIS were in this wardrobe.
"How long are we trapped here?" I ask the Doctor, knowing he wouldn't be able to answer me. I was still hoping he might be able to reassure me. Generally, when the Doctor and I were trapped or in some sort of danger, his words brought me through it.
"I don't know, Rose. We are given enough to live for a while, I suppose. We just don't have food or a kitchen." On that note, my stomach began to gurgle. I groaned. I closed the door to my wardrobe, turned around, and looked up at the Doctor. He looked so helpless. I wasn't expecting him to have some sort of brilliant plan to make everything better. However, I knew he would have a better chance of knowing what to do than I did.
He ran his left hand through his hair. My eyes were stuck on his soft glossy hair. Oh, how it would feel to experience the feel of each gorgeous strand. I sighed softly, and became aware of how much I was staring. My gaze traveled down to his round brown eyes, which were staring intensely back at mine. I felt myself blush slightly as my insides heated up.
"Mmm," he thought out loud. He turned towards the door of the bedroom and walked down the hallway. I took one more quick glace around the room and followed.
As soon as we walked back into the living room, I could hear more typing on the typewriter across the room. The Doctor and I cut a quick glance to each other and walked briskly over to the podium.
Have a nice dinner, Doctor and Rose, It typed out and then froze.
"Dinner?" the Doctor questioned. The metal door to our right popped open to answer his question. Inside the door, there was a shelf that held a large tray full of food.
"Dinner!" I exclaimed back. I slide the tray out and picked it up. The Doctor followed behind me as I brought our meal over to the table across the living room.
"That works, I guess," the Doctor shrugged as he sat down across from me. I opened the large pot and was instantly engulfed with a pleasant aroma. Beef stew. I served dinner to the Doctor and then myself. We each had a large bowl of stew, a freshly-baked dinner roll, and good serving of steamed vegetables.
"I'm so thirsty," I complained a few bites in, "I wish we had some water."
Within ten seconds of my wishing, the silver door opened and two tall glasses of water sat there on a tray. I turned to the Doctor who was smiling wide. He jumped up and retrieved the water.
"See!" He exclaimed, "The TARDIS is a smart girl!" I giggled in response. The Doctor raised his eyebrows up at me and passed me a glass of water. I accepted it gratefully.