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The Doctor was walking down the corridor, looking for Rose -she had been hiding since the night before. He could hear music blasting out, so decided to follow the noise. It was highly likely that Rose was at the end of it.
Face down in the dirt/this doesn't hurt/I've finally had enough.
The lyrics jumped out at him as he drew closer. Okay, that was new. The last time he heard her play music it had always been a pop vibe, nothing like this angry style for sure.
The song changed as another took its place and the volume increased a little more. He found himself outside her door again.
Let's talk this over/it's not like we're dead/was it something I did?/Was it something you said?/Don't leave me hanging in a city so dead/held up so high/on such a breakable thread.
The Doctor had a feeling the song was about him or at least how she felt. He knew should move, walk away and give her privacy but his feet would not move. It was like they were glued to the spot. Forcing him to listen to the heartbreaking lyrics.
You were all the things I thought I knew/And I thought we could be/You were everything, everything that I wanted/We were meant to be/supposed to be but we lost it/And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away/All this time you were pretending/So much for my happy ending
She thought he had been pretending with his feelings- that hurt. He once again tried to leave, not wanting to hear the rest of the song. The guilt was already eating at him, he had made her this way.
But his ship was having none of it he tried to wrench his feet up but they stayed solidly on the floor. He was truly stuck. He glared at the ceiling and pleaded in his mind to be released, but as usual the TARDIS ignored him.
It's nice to know that you were there/Thanks for acting like you cared/And making me feel like I was the only one/It's nice to know we had it all/Thanks for watching as I fall/And letting me know we were done/You were everything I wanted
The music lowered and clicked off. He heard something hit the wall by the door and shatter. He secretly hoped it was the CD. Quiet sobs reached his ears. He leaned his head against the door begging silently for her to stop crying.
The TARDIS had released the hold she had on him but still he could not force himself away. Her tears had immobilized him. He wanted to open the door and kiss away her tears. He wanted to make her better like she had made him.
The battle may have been won last night, but a war was still raging within Rose. She was twisted and dark but the occasional glimmers of brightness could still be seen at times when she laughed. But then the emptiness would enter her eyes again.
It had to change and the Doctor knew it. The memories were helping, though he had only shown her one so far. But she had opened up a little bit, gave him some insight on how she felt. The trust was going to be hard to get back but he would earn it if it was the last thing he did. He wanted her hand in his again and he wanted those words again. He wanted Rose again.
Her sobs had finished. He heard a few sniffles and a small sigh.
His head was still against the door when it came flying open, throwing him off-balance and right into a startled Rose knocking them both to the ground. Their feet were intertwined and his hands had gone up to cup the back of her head as they fell.
Which left them both in a very awkward position. Their faces were centimetres apart. Close enough so he could see the tear tracks still drying on her face. He removed one hand from where it was tangled in her hair and gently wiped the rest of the tears off of her cheeks.
She was so very still. He could feel her heart fluttering against his chest and her breathing quicken at his touch. Was this why she was so adamant about him touching her? She was still affected by him, even with all the anger that bubbled underneath her skin. He grinned. Inside, she still had feelings for him. Strong ones. And his touch made them flare up like the brightest of stars.
Brilliant, he thought. I can work with this.
He wanted to kiss her right then, but knew not to push it that far that fast. There was still work to be done. He lifted his head further back and reluctantly released the hold he had on her hair and cheek, sitting himself up. She slowly set up as well. He grinned at her. "Hello."
"Hi," she said. "What were you doing outside my door?"
Rose was going to pretend that nothing had happened when he landed on her. She was going to ignore the look she had seen in his eyes when he had gazed at her on the floor and most definitely she was going to ignore that her heart had skipped a beat when his hand had brushed away the few remaining tears from her face.
"I was just out for a wander," he said nonchalantly. "Ended up here."
"Okay..." she said sceptically. He stood up and held out a hand to help her up, she took it without a second thought. He released her as soon as she stood, but he noticed her face scowl down at her traitorous hand that had grasped his so willingly.
He grinned at her again and glanced around her room. He had not been in here before- he had respected her privacy enough to never enter even after she was gone. The room suited her. Dark wood walls, beautiful deep blue carpeting and shelves upon shelves full of various knick-knacks that she had picked up on her journeys with him. The floor was covered with clothing and a few books were scattered here and there. Next to the door was the CD, broken into a few pieces. His gaze fell to the bed and stopped in the centre was a jacket. One he would recognize anywhere.
His jacket.
Dear Rassilon, she was sleeping with his leather jacket. She was sleeping with him. Well… at least, a part of him- okay, the old part of him- but still the point still stood. She was sleeping with him.
He made sure to keep the smile off his face and pointedly stared at the bookcase across from him, giving her time to hide it if she so wished. Sure enough, when he looked at her again she was sitting on her bed and the jacket was out of sight. He beamed broadly at her.
"I like your room. It's so very you, Rose Tyler."
"Thanks," she replied, with no small amount of suspicion.
"So what do you wanna do today? We could pop back to the media room, watch another movie, go see Jack, or Mickey! Ruin his honeymoon. Did I tell you he's married now? Still saving the world, Mickey the idiot!" he added fondly, thinking to himself, should probably go see him anyway. They all thought I was dead.
Rose set there in deep thought, only half listening to his ramblings.
Had he seen the jacket lying on her bed? She could not bear to return it. She had tried but just could not do it. She had two peaceful nights of sleep. It was helping. He must not have or he would have said something, a comment on it. When she had looked up from her hand, the Time Lord had been staring at her shelf like it had held the answers to life itself.
Wait a second.
Did he just say Mickey was married?
"What?" she screeched. "He's what?"
"Married," The Time Lord repeated happily.
"To who?"
"Former companion of mine. You've met her."
She remembered what he said about Donna getting married and gaped at him. "Mickey married Donna?"
The Time Lord burst into laughter at that. "No! No!" he howled. "He married Martha Jones!"
Well, Rose thought. That just fit perfectly. Save the world and then get married.
"I have got to see this," Rose told the man in front of her. Mickey Smith married. That's a turn up for the books.
"Let's go see him," she said, getting up with a bounce in her step, a bounce that she thought she had lost years ago. The tears were now long forgotten, the grief gone for the moment. "Let's go see Mickey the Idiot!"
She grabbed his hand without thinking and ran out the door. He decided not to mention it to her and happily dashed down the hall with her.
