ROSE POV
"We all change, when you think about it."
That was my mum, what on Earth is she talking about?
We're stood in the kitchen, and it's a Tuesday, so she's literally just got home from her bi-weekly shopping; unfortunately for me, she relies on my help to put it all away.
I place my jacket on the back of the chair before turning to her.
"What?"
She rolls her eyes. She does that when she thinks I'm not paying attention.
She's right, I wasn't.
Oops.
"I said we all change, when you think about it." She opens the fridge and puts the milk in. "We're all different people, all through our lives."
"Mum, what are you going on about now?"
"Brenda from next door's got a facelift. I can tell; she looks like she's trying to impersonate zippy when she smiles."
Now I roll my eyes, before helping her with the next bag of food.
"Yeah, but what was all that about? About us all being different people?"
"Well, she's turned into a right old cow. And it got me thinking, people are always changing. Mr Dickson doesn't talk to anyone more, he just sorta mopes in his shop."
"So?"
"So...you don't need a new face to become a different person; people change all the time. Mr Dickson changed because his wife died; Brenda changed because she got a bit of work done. Heck, I'm not what I was, not since your dad."
I roll my eyes again. Yeah, tell that to the postman.
She ignores me and continues. "I've just been thinking lately, everyone changes, and things never go back to how they were..."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that." We both turn suddenly in the direction of his voice. The Doctor. He's stood in my kitchen, with his bow tie, quiff and all. "Not everything changes."
I shoot him a glare. "Doctor...I thought you'd gone?"
"Me? I'm not going anywhere." He grins.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, kinda glad I don't. I wouldn't know what to do with it...
Warning: There will be...words...
Pairing: Some Rose/Doctor. Jack fancies everyone. Clara still has a crush (let's all say awww).
Summary: Amy organises a night out with her friends, unfortunately, the Doctor tags along too...
Monday – 9:30 PM
ROSE POV
I'm currently searching for my history book in my locker, but it's becoming a task I'm not capable of dealing with this early in the morning.
"Rose!" I hear whispered nearby.
I turn my head to the left, and see the Doctor's head poking out of a classroom. He sorta nods his head in the direction of the class; I'm assuming that's his way of getting me to come over.
I smile and mozy on over. Bonus points for use of the word"Mozy", please?
"So, what's up?" I ask, and fold my arms.
Yep, just acting casual.
He fixes his bow tie in that way he thinks looks really cool. It doesn't. Kinda cute, though.
"Your history book is in here." He says with a grin.
I take a peek inside the classroom, and sure enough, there it is, sat on the desk.
I sigh with relief before marching to the back to get it. "Come on, you. Let's get to History."
He mocks a salute, and follows me out of the room.
"You're such a kid." I say with a friendly smile.
Or at least, I hope it looked friendly.
"I know!" He says enthusiastically. Yeah, he seems happy with the smile. Or the statement, but I'm kinda hoping it was the smile.
Anyway, we make our way through the corridors to our history classroom. See, we've got the Brig for history, and he gets pretty annoyed at latecomers. I think he might still think he's in the army or something...
Jack and Mels sorta stopped showing up after the first couple of lessons; I can't say that I blame 'em, it is dull. One thing that isn't dull, though, is the Doctor. Seriously, he makes history worthwhile.
No, not like that.
Well, maybe a little bit like that.
But, what I'm talking about right now is how he acts in lesson. He's convinced he knows history better than the brig does, and that leaves them with a rather...delicate relationship.
So, here we are, sat in class. As per usual, I'm sat next to Clara. She's a good laugh, and really friendly, so I can't complain. The Doctor's busy talking to Martha when the Brig comes in; he instantly shuts up and offers his friendliest smile.
"So, today, class, we're going to talk about the great war."
Queue tortured groans.
Slight exaggeration. Only slight, though.
"So," he begins "who can tell me when the great war started?"
"28 July 1914." That was the Doctor.
The brigadier sighed. "That is correct, Mr Smith. It would also be correct to raise your hand before speaking."
"Well, I thought it was obvious nobody else was going to answer; so why waste your time by waiting for you to pick me?"
This is pretty much normal.
"Now, listen here, Mr Smith-"
"Doctor."
"Mr Smith. I will not tolerate answering back in this class. You will do as you're told, or I'll have you sent to the headmaster's office."
Oh, it's getting tense, now.
"Aren't you the headmaster?"
"Well...I'll have you sent to my office."
"And who would teach the class?"
"I would."
"Then who would be in your office with me?"
"Mr Smith, how about this: you do as you're told, and we all stay put? Does that sound like something you could manage?"
The Doctor looks like he's tossing the idea around in his head. It might seem to you guys like he's being a bit of a jerk on purpose, but I think he genuinely thinks he's being perfectly polite. He's weird like that.
He sorta mumbles in response.
The brig raises an eyebrow. "What was that, Smith?"
"That'd be fine, Brigadier."
The Brig nods. "Good, and let that be an end to it."
...
12:07 PM
We're sat at our table, and Amy is telling me all about her big plans for tonight. She's a rather animated speaker –like the Doctor- I've often wondered if he's her secret brother or something...
I shake my head.
Nah, they look nothing alike.
"No?" She asks.
God damn it. Should have paid attention.
"Sorry?"
"Don't you like my plans?"
I'm confused.
"What gave you that idea?"
"You shook your head."
Ah, right.
"Sorry, I was just thinking about something."
"Oh, well then it's on! We'll head to yours at around eight, and it'll progress from there. I'm kinda excited now!" She laughs.
Wait. What? Mine? As in my house?
"Sorry, what?"
"We're going to yours tonight."
"We are? Who's 'we'?"
"Me, you and Clara."
"Oh."
That's all I can say.
I mean, yeah, Mum's out tonight (got a date with the postman), so I guess we could do it.
"S-sure."
"Great!"
I need to start listening...and those will probably be my last words.
...
CLARA POV
Help me. I'm so stressed out.
I can't help it, I'm a control freak, I really am.
So, when things aren't under control, I panic. Like, unbelievably panic.
I'm just kinda sat here, on my own, sitting against a wall, worrying.
Profoundly.
"Hey,"
I look up.
Thank god. It's the Doctor.
I offer him a smile, and pat the ground next to me.
He awkwardly sits down next to me.
"So...nice trees."
I shoot him a look.
"You don't have to try to make conversation with me, you know."
"Hey, of course I do. What's up?"
That was almost...too normal for him.
I frown slightly, before sighing.
"You know when you like someone, and you get all panicky, and like, you wanna talk to them, and you get really nervous when they look at you?"
He shakes his head. "No, totally not."
I frown again.
"Well, it's a thing...that happens. Anyway, I like someone... do you get that?"
"Of course, I suppose you like lots of people."
Urgh! This is getting me nowhere.
Why can't he just help me here?
"Not like that! Like like like them. I have a...crush on someone."
He looks even more confused, before suddenly his eyes go wide.
"Oh! Oh, oh I see! I get it now. So, what's the problem?"
"Well, I don't know if they like me back..."
"Couldn't you just ask them?"
What?!
"No! No! Definitely not. I absolutely cannot do that."
"Then how will you know if they like you?"
"That's my dilemma!"
He shakes his head, before putting his hand on my shoulder.
"Listen, I used to be like you. I used to wonder what it'd be like to have what I truly wanted. I used to dream of the stars..."
"And, what happened?"
"Ah, long story. I stole a magic box and flew away. My people hated me for it, and do you know what? I don't regret one second of it."
"So...you're saying I should just go for it? You're saying that as long as I'm happy, that's all that matters?"
He nods.
"Well, that's a nice thought, Doctor. But I think I'll stick to pathetically staring at them from across the classroom if that's alright with you."
He smiles and shakes his head, before standing up and offering me his hand.
"Come along, Oswald."
I take his hand and he pulls me up.
"Where are we going?"
He sort of frowns at that, and then begins walking.
"Oh, I dunno, I never have a plan."
I smile, before jogging to catch up with him.
"Hey, thanks for that, back there."
"No problem." He says sincerely.
"Oh! Amy's arranging a little get together at Rose's place, you should come! I mean, Rose doesn't know about it yet, but I expect everything'll be just fine."
...
12:07AM
ROSE POV
Thatt... thas wat I thort...
Cara iz luking at mee lyk iv goot 2 heds...
Y... y iz see luking...iz she lukin at mee lyk...
...
AMY POV
"Rose! For god's sake, Rose, you're drunk!"
I try to get her attention again, but she's too busy laughing at the Doctor's chin. The Doctor just looks very bemused. I try to throw him a sympathetic smile, but he suddenly seems very interested in Rose's curtains.
No, that wasn't some weird innuendo, I literally mean her curtains.
He's just sort of looking them up and down...
Hmm...I wonder what it'd be like to be inside the Doctor's head?
...
THE DOCTOR POV
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...
AMY POV
I doubt I'd be able to understand half of the things in his head anyway...
Ohhh no, Rose is touching the Doctor's chin now.
No. No no no.
Nope.
I quickly walk up to Rose and wave my hand in front of her face.
"Hello? Rose? Boyfriend, remember?"
She just sorta looks at me with a lost expression.
"Buuut...I...you have such preeetty haaaiir... Claaraa thinks you haaave pretty haaaiir toooo."
"That's very nice, Rose, now get up!"
I take her hands and pull her up; she leans against me, her balance is awful.
How much did she drink?!
"Rose, it's time for bed, dear."
"Buuut..."
"No buts, everyone needs to go home."
"Caaan the Dooctor staaay?"
"No, Rose, he's got to go home too."
She pouts at me, it's kind of adorable.
I sigh, before taking her into the bedroom.
She immediately throws herself down onto the bed, and wraps her arms around a pillow.
I shake my head and turn her light off.
"Night, Rose."
...
"Right, you guys ready to go?" I ask Clara and the Doctor.
Clara smiles widely. "Yep!"
The Doctor keeps looking back to Rose's room.
Hmm...
Uh oh...I know that look.
"Doctor?"
"Is she going to be alright?"
"She'll be fine! What's the worst that can happen?"
Clara unhelpfully answers my rhetorical question. "She could choke on her own vomit and die in her sleep?"
"Erm...thanks, Clara...not needed."
The Doctor takes a step back. "Yeah, I think I'll stay, and make sure that doesn't happen."
I sigh loudly.
Great.
"Right. But behave. I mean it, Mr."
He gives me a salute. "Yes, ma'am. And I'll see you on Monday."
I shake my head before leading Clara out.
"Right, where do you live?" I ask her.
"I..." she hiccups. "Can't remember..."
Oh great. Another lightweight.
"C'mon then. You can come back to mine..."
So, what happened at that party, eh? You'll find out next chapter.
Timey wimey stuff.
Or, as most people call 'em, flashbacks.