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I hope you enjoy this chapter, it's focusing on Rose.
"We'd better get up." Said the Doctor in exasperation, sitting up properly. "We can't have Amy cavorting about on her own. Tongues will wag."
"Wag about...What?" Rose raised her eyebrows. "Us sleeping together? Because that did happen, y'know. It's not some rumour."
"Yes yes, I know that." The Doctor screwed his eyes shut, using hand gestures to emphasise his point. "But Amy will never let me forget it. We need Rory. That's who we need. I'll get Rory." He grabbed his shirt from the floor and buttoned it up with frustrated, fumbling fingers, before leaving the bedroom with his tweed jacket in hand. Rose sat there for a moment, the covers clutched to her chest. She didn't quite know what to do next.
Then the Doctor opened the door once more, and peered around it.
"Don't go anywhere. I'll be back. He's got to be around here somewhere." He shut the door and she could hear him thundering off down the hallway, murmuring something that sounded like, "he waited in the same spot for at least a thousand years, he shouldn't be hard to find..."
Rose shook her head and smiled. How funny everything seemed, how novel, and more importantly, how utterly fantastic. He really was the same, deep down, and even though she had been disappointed to see somebody she didn't recognise when she had returned, she most certainly wasn't disappointed now. It was him alright.
She decided to get up and explore, something the Doctor probably wouldn't want her doing at the moment. She slid out of bed, picking up her clothes lying about on the floor, and put them all on. Skinny jeans, vest top, jacket. She was glad the Doctor kept no mirror in his bedroom, she would have been a sight. With a quick feel of her head she could tell her hair was in dire need of a brush, but she would have to deal with that later.
She opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway. It was rounded, more like a tunnel, with that same orange glow of the console room she had decided she loved. The outside of the bedroom looked much different now she had chance to observe it. The first time had been frantic, to say the least. Her and the Doctor battling to get to the bed itself before undressing one another. She smiled triumphantly at the memory. They had finally broken down those barriers, at least.
As she walked down the corridor, she didn't remember that she would be going home soon, that her damned universe would drag her back, kicking and screaming, as it had done so many times before. She didn't think or consider it, simply pushing it to the back of her mind as she explored.
Most doors were locked. It seemed there were things the TARDIS wanted to keep secret from her. Rose didn't mind, not now, not after everything that had happened since she arrived.
One room was open however, and slightly ajar as she approached it. A warm, pink glow was emanating from within, and Rose was immediately attracted to it.
She pushed it open gingerly, combing her hair behind one ear, and peered inside.
Fairy lights were strewn about the walls, creating the glow, clothes were cast about the floor, and a double bed with patterned duvets was placed in the middle, with one very relaxed Amy Pond sitting atop it, filing her nails. Rose gaped slightly, and went to leave, but Amy looked up.
"Hold on a minute you!" She called after her, and Rose cringed out in the hallway. Turning back, she looked in again, and tried to smile innocently.
"Yeah?"
Amy put the file down, and gave Rose a knowing smile.
"Come in."
Rose, bemused at being so welcome, went in automatically and stood awkwardly by the door. Amy stared at the blonde, legs crossed in front of her, (those long, long legs that Rose envied) and patted the bed beside her.
"Sit down. It's been ages since I've had a girly chat."
Rose felt warmth coming from Amy, so shut the door and went to sit down on the edge of the bed.
"Sorry- Do you know who I am?" She could only assume as much, considering how calm Amy was with her presence.
"Not really." Amy mused, looking at Rose's face carefully. "But I saw your face, in the records of TARDIS inhabitants. Saw it a few times, actually." She looked thoughtful. "You're one of his friends, one of the ones before me."
Rose blinked. She was a TARDIS favourite. It was a strange, but pleasant feeling.
"And you got in the Doctor's trousers, which means you must be special." She rolled her eyes slightly, but she smiled. Rose went pink, and her heart skipped a beat.
"Sorry," she said, shaking her head, "I'm Rose."
"Amy."
They stared at each other for a few moments, and then Amy's eyes became brighter.
"So, what's he like?"
Rose looked taken aback.
"Sorry?"
"Oh, you know!" Amy leant forward, grinning. "God help me I've tried with that man but he's having none of it. So what's he like? In bed?"
"Hold on, did you say you'd tried?"
"Once." Amy replied nonchalantly.
Anger boiled inside Rose. She shouldn't have been jealous, not at all, because Amy had clearly been knocked back, judging by the look in her eyes, but she was. Amy noticed instantly, and waved a hand dismissively.
"I didn't get very far."
"Hold on aren't you married?" Rose frowned.
"I wasn't then." Responded Amy, running her fingers through her hair, considering a subject change. "So was it the same for you, then?" She faced her, eyes shining. "Did he take you away in his magic box?"
Rose's expression softened. She liked Amy. The Rose she used to be wouldn't have, but the current Rose did. Amy was completely unapologetic about who she was, and Rose liked that very much.
"Yeah, he did." Grinned Rose, remembering the moment the Doctor had taken her hand in the basement and said 'run'...
"Didn't you just want to rip his clothes off from the start?" Asked Amy, and her eyes said 'I did'. Rose shrugged.
"Not from the start. Not for a while." And then she looked hurt, and she fiddled with the sequins on Amy's duvet. "I fell in love with him, and I didn't even realise until it was too late."
Amy's expression faltered and she frowned, placing a delicate hand on Rose's.
"What happened?"
Rose glanced at her, face rid of any smiles, and cleared her throat.
"Um. There was a prophecy. It said I was gonna die in battle." She sighed. "And I didn't. Not really. Not on the outside." She didn't expect Amy to understand any of this, so put it simply. "We were torn apart, and I was left in another universe with no way out. Like a prisoner." She closed her eyes tight, while Amy's sparkled with tears. She hid them immediately.
"That kind of stuff...It happens a lot with the Doctor." Amy said in acknowledgement, reminiscing on her wedding day, remembering the Doctor into existence...
"Yeah." Replied Rose, and she smiled sadly. "And we always learn the hard way."
A silence was swapped between them, with a mutual understanding as its undertone. Amy Pond and Rose Tyler understood each other completely.
The quiet was broken when the door opened, revealing the Doctor standing there, looking mildly alarmed at the sight of Rose and Amy, looking broken on the bedside. He cleared his throat awkwardly, and then smiled, standing to one side and holding his hands out as though he were presenting the prestige of a magic trick.
"Look who I found!" And Rory appeared in the space between his hands. "Rory! Good old Rory." He gave him a slight push into the bedroom, and then ran to Rose, whose hand he took quickly.
"Come along Rose." He said in a rush, pulling her to her feet. "Things to do, places to meet." He frowned to himself, realising he had messed up his words, and corrected himself. "Or something similar." And he dragged Rose from the room, shutting the door firmly behind him.
When Amy mentioned seeing the records of TARDIS inhabitants, it's from an extra scene on the series 5 box set. If you haven't seen it, you can watch it here- .com/watch?v=dM_WpGtDZAE
I'm not entirely sure where to take the story next, so if you have anything you would like to see or think I should do, let me know in a review! :)