Chapter Four- Mickey
Author's Note: Any lines in italics are from the transcript of the episode, which was written by Steven Moffat. Also, criticism and suggestion are wonderful, as I plan on going and updating these as time goes on! Thanks for reading!
"What happened? Where did the time window go? How's he gonna get back?"
The sudden silence was heavy in the room as they both stared at the wall in front of them. He knew where the Doctor had gone, but somehow looking to someone else for affirmation calmed him down. It meant he could feign ignorance and delay his fears. Rose didn't respond to him, her eyes never leaving the broken time window. He had been so focused on everything else that had been going on , he had forgotten about what was going on around stared past Rose, his mouth hanging open. There would be no next stop for him now, they were trapped on the ship. He hadn't considered that possibility, at least not seriously. The Doctor always came through, saving the day with seconds to spare. Part of him didn't believe that he was even trapped, surely the Doctor had something up his sleeve, something to at least get them home. Mickey began to feel frantic as he surveyed their options. He leaned against the ships console and stared at its controls.
"We can't fly the TARDIS without him. How's he gonna get back?"he asked again. Rose didn't answer right away. Instead she looked up at the window above them, that offered a view of the stars. He almost didn't think she was going to answer. He waited, taking slow breaths, in attempt to calm himself down. Finally she let out a ragged breath.
"He's coming back, we just have to wait." her voice shook slightly. Mickey scowled.
"S'not like we have much choice." he crossed his arms. He look around the ship, fear rapidly turning into anger. They had been left, and not just him. Mickey knew he didn't matter. But the Doctor had left Rose, for some silly french aristocrat. Stranded her on a spaceship thousands of years in their future, and galloped off without a backward glance. Yet through all that she was still going to wait for him. He didn't know what angered him more, that they had been left or that Rose was going to put up with it.
"Git." he said under his breath. Rose whirled around, her face hard. She glared at him, clenching her fists at her sides.
"He did what he had to." she said. "The world isn't all about you Mickey Smith, or me. There are more important things than being safe or always having a way back home. If you can't understand that then go home." she said. She turned back around, her eyes back on the stars. Mickey looked back at the console, his mind whirling. He was so afraid of dying here, trapped so far from home. He swallowed, trying to calm himself down. He looked up at Rose, finally noticing the tears that snaked down her face. Guilt struck him, as he realized how selfish he was being. She was right, there was more to the world then his welfare. He had someone else to take care of, who was probably hurting far more than he was.
If the Doctor came, which wasn't something he was betting on at this point, he'd have some words for him. Because he wasn't about to trust Rose to someone who would leave without a thought. He needed to know that she would be taken care of when he left. He couldn't always be around to pick up the pieces, but that didn't mean he would leave without a say.
"Rose, I'm sorry." He reached out and touched her arm. She sniffed and looked back at him. He hugged her briefly. "If you say he's coming back, he's coming back." she nodded. "You better wipe your eyes, you don't want him to come back thinking theres been a funeral, eh?" He nudged her arm. She chuckled faintly and wiped her eyes.
"Thanks." she replied. He shrugged.
"No problem." They both leaned back against the console, and Mickey crossed his arms. For her he would wait, and for the Doctor's sake, he hoped they didn't have to wait long.