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Rose followed the Time Lord out of the blue box and into a living room. Voices were coming from the front door of the house. She could hear Mickey telling his wife he had heard the TARDIS but Martha was telling him he was an idiot.
The front door opened and Rose could hear their argument continuing as they came down the hall.
"The Doctor said goodbye though," Martha was saying. "He wouldn't be coming back. We both know it. So there's no way you heard the TAR0-" She cut herself off as they turned the corner into the living space.
There, before Martha's astounded eyes, sat the TARIDS and the Doctor. Martha turned to Mickey.
"Okay, the TARDIS and the Doctor are in or living room you were right, you're not an idiot. But he is." And with that she launched herself across the room and into his waiting arms. She gave him a quick hug and then slapped him across his cheek. "That's for not saying a proper goodbye!"
"Yeah, he has a habit of that."
Martha turned her head at the same time Mickey bounded across the room and pulled the woman standing there into a tight hug. Martha stared at Rose Tyler- the woman who had held both Mickey's and the Doctor's hearts for so long. She smiled- she was back with him. That was relieving news to her.
Mickey and her had sat up talking about it two weeks before, after the Doctor's silent goodbye. They knew he was about to regenerate. Mickey had been beside himself trying to figure out where Rose had been. He had convinced himself that she must have died.
The look in the Doctor's eyes had held such pain. The same pain Mickey had seen in his eyes that day at Canary Wharf when he had sent her away, he had told Martha.
She knew her husband was very happy to see Rose again. She glanced back at the Doctor who had his hand on his very red cheek. He looked guiltily at her and said, "yeah, I guess I deserved that. You slap like your Mum."
She grinned at him. "Don't you forget it."
She gestured towards Rose and Mickey- they still had not released each other and tears were falling from Rose's eyes. "I'm going to go make some tea. Be back in a sec. You," she added, pointing at the Doctor. "are going to come and help."
He glanced at Rose and Mickey and looked torn. Martha then knew something had happened and whatever it was, a happy reunion had not taken place this time. She grabbed his arm, forcing him to follow her out of the room. Once in the kitchen she went about making the drinks.
The Doctor sat down heavily at the table, and sighed out loudly. "Out with it Martha, let the questions begin."
"What happened, Doctor?" Martha asked. "You were saying goodbye, and now you're here. What happened to Rose? Mickey thought she was dead! We thought you had regenerated, that we were never going to see you again! Then you turn up in our house two weeks later as if nothing happened! I want answers. Don't you lie to me."
The Doctor stared at Martha. She deserved answers, but he was still so confused himself. How did he even begin to explain what was going on? So he started simply. "I was regenerating. You and Mickey got that correct. But he stopped it. My Meta-Crisis." He pulled at his ear. "Still don't know how. He was dead, and then he was there telling me I had a choice, and Rose was there and... and.. and…"
He stopped, trying to steady himself. Martha reached across the table and took his hand. Gently she said, "Start from the beginning, from when you let me out of the TARDIS."
He took a deep breath and told her everything, tearing up in parts. When he told her what he had done to Rose she slapped him again, but let him keep talking. He told her of Rose's anger toward him, her hurt and that Rose was not Rose any longer, just a shell of who she used to be. He told her of his plan to try to bring part of Rose back.
When he was done they sat there quietly together until Martha's voice broke the silence. "Doctor, she's right to be mad at you, but she doesn't hate you."
"I know, but I think Rose is never going to love me again."
"Time will tell," was her reply. "It always does. Don't give up. Never say never right?"
He gave her a little grin.
"If it helps, Doctor," she continued. "I think your plan's a good one, showing her who she used to be should help from a medical standpoint. Rose has been depressed for a long time and buried her emotions in order to protect herself from them. I bet she lived life like normal in that other world. Doing the same things every day and never grieving properly. By showing her who she used to be it might force her to confront those emotions and let her heal. Have you done it yet? Shown her any?"
"Two. I took her back to our first adventure- the world ending- and then showed her another one just last night."
"How did she respond?"
"Pretty good, actually. There were times I could see her just underneath and then she would put her walls up again."
"Well, keep at it, that's all I'm going to say. If you're getting results, just keep trying."
They sat there in silence again as thoughts went through each of their minds, pondering on everything the other said.
Mickey and Rose finally broke from their embrace in order to sit on the couch and talk. Rose kept trying to deflect the conversation back at Mickey but he was having none of it. He knew something was wrong. He knew Rose almost as well as he knew himself. She could not hide from him- they had been friends for too long. She was sad and angry and truly not Rose.
"What's his lordship done Rose? Did he go and snog another French aristocrat?"
Rose bit back a laugh. Oh, if only it were that simple.
"No," she replied. "He left me on that bloody beach in Norway again, with his gay clone, thinking we would live happy ever after! Then took off again without even a goodbye. Leaving me alone. You were right all this time, Mickey. I really was just another companion for him."
She was incredibly upset. The only time Mickey had ever seen her this distressed was the months after the goodbye on Bad Wolf Bay. She had laid in her bed and cried for a month. Then she had gotten angry, and then she had found a way back, and then the bloody bastard had left her again and he called him an idiot.
He gazed at Rose. She was different. Her eyes didn't catch the light the way they once had, hardly a glimmer appeared there. That Doctor had hurt her just like Mickey always said he would, but Mickey did not feel boastful at the thought of being right anymore. He just felt mournful for his friend.
Rose had fought so unyieldingly to get back to the man she loved, and then it had all went to hell. He only saw a bit of Rose left in her. He hoped the Doctor had a plan because if he didn't, Mickey was going to knock that alien into his next life.
He had broken Rose, so he'd better fix her.
They set there talking for hours. Rose did not bring up what had happened in the parallel world and he did not push her. This was how their relationship had always worked.
When the Doctor and Martha appeared again from the kitchen, it was late. They said their goodbyes and Rose went into the ship first. Martha hugged the Doctor.
"Good luck," she whispered, and went towards their room.
Mickey grabbed his arm just before he could follow Rose through the doorway. He turned the Time Lord around sharply and said just four words.
"Fix her or die!"
He then gave the man a pointed look, stepped back and released him. The Doctor gave him a terse nod, turned on a heel and shut the door. The TARDIS disappeared into the night.
Rose sat in her room thoughts jumbled in her brain, a million feelings scattering this way and that. Every time she stopped to think about one thing another would jump in its way.
Today had been interesting. That was a safe word- interesting. Seeing Mickey had been a huge pleasure. He had not pressed, he had just let her be. It was so Mickey, she loved him for that. He was happy and she was thrilled for him and Martha- a little bit jealous, but thrilled nonetheless.
She was still a little confused with Martha's remarks about the Doctor saying goodbye or not saying goodbye but did not dwell on it for long, brushing the thought aside as quickly as it had come into focus.
This morning had been difficult. Rose could not figure out why. Her emotions were everywhere, had been for the last three days. Ever since she had shown back up.
She was angry one second and singing to loud hard music and crying the next, and quickly switching from there into her 'throwing things' mode.
Then he had been in her room and other emotions had taken hold. Feelings of neediness; of longing. She had wanted him to keep touching her. But she did not want him to touch her.
It was so confusing. She had taken his hand once for him to help her, and once on her own accord. She stared at that hand, now. It had betrayed her and done what it wanted to do. But it had felt so right to have his hand in hers again.
No, Rose. Stop it!
His hand and hers belonged nowhere near each other's anymore. The Time Lord would only hurt her again and she would not survive a third time.
Three cheerful knocks broke her from her musings. She rose from her spot and opened the door. He stood there, all pinstripes and smiles. "How about another movie? I have ice cream, five different flavours. I even got you pear flavour."
He shuddered at the words, she almost smiled but did not give in, but she could not help the quiver as it passed her lips. Her eyebrows raised slightly.
"Well since you have ice cream, I guess I can do with another movie."
His smile grew larger and he wiggled his fingers at her. "Come on then."
Rose's traitorous hand reached out and took his again. It was like she couldn't help it.
She glanced at their joined hands as they walked down the hall. Maybe she could do this again. If she was going to live here and be around him, she might as well hold his hand sometimes. It wasn't like she was going to give him her heart again, this would be fine. Rose really truly believed that this hand holding would lead to nothing more.
