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Rose set on the bed, wound as tight as a coil. If she let loose- even a little- she knew she would spring up and explode. Her eyes stayed glued to the wall in front of her. Her anger surprised her. Rose had never really hit anybody before. She found that she liked it maybe a little too much. But it had felt good to let it out for once- maybe she should do it again. Her other hand wasn't hurt, after all.
She managed to restrain herself. She needed answers and so far The Doctor had not given them. He was running again, but this time it was her questions he was running from. But Rose was not going to put up with that anymore. Long gone were the times she would just sit back, let this man take the lead and follow without a thought. She was going to get answers one way or another. She decided which question really needed to be answered. She had to know which world she was in now in order to figure out her next steps.
So she asked again.
"Time Lord," she whispered softly. "How did I get here?"
She noticed his look of pain when she called him that title instead of the name he had chosen, and did not care. Doctor was a title for a healer or hero. He had been neither to her in a long time.
And somehow… she still loved him. That would never go away, she knew that. It didn't stop her from hating him at the same time and right now the hate was winning. It must have something to do with the fact he was there with her. "I'm waiting, Time Lord. What's your answer?"
The Doctor stared at her, still not truly believing that this person sitting in front of him was Rose Tyler. She was so cold, so broken. So very much like him before she had come into his life. But that Rose was not here at the moment- just a woman who wanted answers he was not ready to give. Answers he knew she was not ready to hear. His own almost-regeneration because he was dying from radiation poisoning, his other self showing up and giving him a choice. He knew Rose was not ready to hear how he knew all her secrets.
So he did what he always did in these situations. He did the one thing he was really good at.
He lied.
"The TARDIS brought you back," he said, the words flowing painfully easily from his tongue. "I was working on her and suddenly she was shaking and rocking like she did when we fell into Pete's World the first time. I bumped my head pretty hard and when I came to, you were here lying on the platform. I really don't know how or why but it must have been the TARDIS. She's always liked you, Rose, this magnificent ship of mine," he added with a beaming smile. "Still don't know why, though. She won't tell me. Not that she says much to me nowadays… think she's mad at me." The women in my life are always mad at me, he thought. He hopped off the bed and started to pace, adding quickly "I'll figure it out, Rose, just like I always do. Don't know if I can get you back there right away but I'll try. Back to your mum and Pete and little brother and back to the other me. I'll do it, Rose, you just watch me." If he was gonna lie he had to make it believable. After all, he couldn't let her know he knew the other him was long gone and buried in a dark hole. "I'll get you back where you belong, don't worry." He stopped long enough to look at her. She was still sitting there, but now instead of the wall she was looking right at him.
"He's dead."
She said it so softly he almost didn't catch it. "Died about six months ago, leaving me alone again." The anger was quickly returning to her voice. "Your little plan backfired, Time Lord. He only was around a couple of years until he just went and died. He couldn't handle that body of yours."
If Rose could not physically hit him she was going to go for the emotional blow. It could hurt far worse than any physical punch ever would- she knew that. "He died, Time Lord and left me all over again. You thought you were giving me my forever, but instead I got a couple of years of friendship out of him. That was it. Then he was gone, just like you. So, no rush, Time Lord. There's nothing to go back to anyway. Mum thinks I'm nuts, Pete's still not my dad and Tony… well, he's a spoiled little brat that deserves a good slap."
"But they're your family," the Doctor said, utterly shocked.
"No," said Rose. "My family is gone. They disappeared the moment I was sucked through that wall. Mum still loves me- always will- but she still thinks I'm a nutter. Maybe I am. You and I, sitting here having this conversation, is not supposed to be possible. Travelling between worlds is not supposed to happen. Am I right, Time Lord?"
She was right, and they both knew it.
"Ask the TARDIS," was all he could say. "Maybe she'll give you an answer."
And with that, he flopped back on the bed. This day was just getting stranger and stranger. Six hours ago, he was about to regenerate and now he was sitting on a bed talking to Rose. But not his Rose. He resigned himself to the fact that this was not going to be smooth sailing. He had known it from the start but a part of him wished he had been wrong.
Well, since they weren't friends at the moment- more like strangers- he was going to fix that hand of hers. Whether she liked it or not.
