Travel Diary: Day Six

Dear Diary,

Today the Doctor and I took Mickey on his first adventure. We landed on a spacecraft sometime in the 5000's that had, no crew, scary clockwork droids, a portal to the 18th century, and a French aristocrat with a crush on the Doctor. Her name was Reinette but you may know her as Madame de Pompadour. And here is the real kicker; the Doctor seemed to have fallen for her too, and awfully fast.

Then he got himself trapped in 1759 for five and a half hours. I was distraught. I thought that he wasn't coming back and that he had chosen her over me. Mickey did his best to try to keep my spirits up and keep thinking positive but without the Doctor we were useless, and I was inconsolable.

Then he just comes running towards us as if nothing's happened. I would have smacked him if I hadn't missed him so much. He tried to go back for Reinette (as if there weren't enough of us already) but he came back alone and looking rather upset. Mickey and I left him so he could be alone and sort himself out, but I went to see him after Mickey had gone to bed.

The Doctor was under the console fiddling, something he often did to keep his mind of things he'd rather not have it on, when he heard Rose's footsteps above him.

"What are you still doing up?" He asked her pulling himself up until he was sitting on the floor. Rose reached down a hand and helped him up. He gave her a smile but she didn't return it. Instead, she let go of his hands and went to sit on the jumpseat.

"Did you love her?" She asked. The Doctor sighed and leaned against the console in surrender. He had hoped to avoid the topic but it seemed there was no getting around it.

"I barely knew her, but I did like, and care about her." He admitted, "I suppose I grew a bit fond of her by the end, but love?" He paused before continuing, "She was brilliant. You would have loved her if you had gotten a real chance to know her."

"So you did love her."

"Rose, I…" But Rose interrupted him.

"Or at least 'cared' about her enough to leave me stuck with Mickey while you galloped off to save the day and play prince bloody charming!" She was getting upset. That was two days in a row she had shouted at him. She turned away from him on the jumpseat, tears threatening to spill over.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The Doctor whispered. He sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her. She didn't turn to face the hug, but she didn't pull away either, she just sat and stared at the back of the TARDIS doors, XOB LLAC CILBUP ECILOP clearly visible in the low bluish light of the time column. "I didn't want to leave you. I didn't want to strand myself there. I had to go, and you know why I had to."

"Yeah."

"I had to make sure that history remained unchanged."

"Yeah." Rose said again, leaning her head back against his shoulder.

The Doctor sighed into her hair, breathing in her scent for just a few more moments before,

"You should get to bed." He told her. She let out a sigh but nodded in agreement and got up. The Doctor walked with her down the hallway, hand in hand, in silence.

When they reached the Doctor's bedroom door, for it came first along the hallway (except when the TARDIS felt like playing a practical joke or had the flu and sneezed), they stopped, unsure what to say or what to do. The Doctor leaned back against the door to watch Rose. Rose bit her lip and stared back at him, and that was how they stayed for a good two minutes; Rose watching the Doctor watching her watch him. Finally, Rose broke the silence.

"Good night Doctor." She said. The last few times she had said this she had followed it up with a goodnight kiss but tonight as she leant in to administer it she found that the Doctor seemed to be expecting it, waiting for it. Indeed he was, and the grin that was plastered all over his face was entirely too smug for Rose's liking. She forced herself to move past his lips to the left and press a small kiss to his cheek. He frowned at first in disappointment but as Rose pulled back, and his mouth returned to her view, he quickly replaced it with a smile. She smiled back.

"Good night my Rose." The Doctor said withdrawing into the safety of his own quarters and closing the door behind him.

"Sweet dreams my love." Rose whispered to the door. What she didn't know, was that the Doctor had simultaneously whispered the same thing.

"My Rose." He called me his Rose; his Rose. Suddenly I forgave him entirely, and can you blame me? Would you be able to stay mad while he was looking at you through his freckles with his big, sad, lonely, puppy-dog, chocolate brown eyes?

I just wonder where we are going next, and how long Mickey is going to stay with us? It's not that I don't love Mickey, but he's screwing up my plan and cramping my style.

Hugs and kisses,
Love,
RoseAuthor Note: There is a sentence that I desperately wanted to put in but I thought it too random and funny and not serious enough to help the plot, but here is the Alt. version if you are interested The difference is underlined in case it wasn't as obvious as I thought:

"Good night my Rose." The Doctor said withdrawing into the safety of his own quarters and closing the door behind him.

"Sweet dreams my love." Rose whispered to the door. What she didn't know, was that the Doctor had simultaneously whispered the same thing.Obviously, the door had very good dreams that night.

Another note: yes that actually says "Police public call box" backwards. I only wish I could have gotten the letters to turn around like a reflection. Thanks for reading and please review. =)