He landed the Tardis and then went to find Rose. She wasn't in her room, the living area, library, kitchen or dining room. He checked various other rooms before finding her in an unused den. She was laying half on the couch with her feet in the air. The bottle of whiskey was spilled on its side beside her.

"Go away," She said as he entered the room. He ignored her and walked in and picked up the bottle.

"Come on." He said "I've brought you home."

"So now you're trying to get rid of me?" Rose slurred. "Figures, sleep with the girl then dump her."

"Come on," He said angry pulling her to her feet despite her protest. She stumbled towards the door and he followed her out of the room and through the control room. She opened the door and stepped out. He took a deep breath before following her. The last place he wanted to go was to her apartment but he couldn't let her climb the stairs alone in her inebriated state.

Almost as soon as she knocked on the door it opened and she pushed past her mom and into the apartment. He started to turn away and heard Jackie say. "Oh no you don't mister. What happened to my daughter?" He turned back towards her and turned pale. He opened his mouth "Well I-I-I, I mean we-we." He reached back and rubbed his neck.

He flinched slightly as her eyes grew wide and she raised her hand. He expected to get slapped but her hand turned into a fist as it got close to his face and he was knocked slightly backwards.

"You can leave now." She said as she slammed the door on him.

He stood there slightly stunned before heading back to the Tardis. He was tempted to leave but he couldn't make it any worse by abandoning her. Tasting blood he wandered into the wardrobe and looked at himself in the mirror. A bruise was forming along his jaw where Jackie had punched him. He reached up and gingerly touched it. He loosened his tie feeling defeated and headed to bed.

Rose was laying on her bed in her room when her mom entered with a cup of tea. "Are you okay sweetie." She asked concerned, setting the tea on the nightstand and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"I'm fine."

"What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You and he didn't." Rose looked at her. "Oh Rose, you didn't. You're not pregnant are you?"

"No," She answered her mother. "Look mum, I'm really tired. I just want to sleep."

"All right sweetheart. I'll be in the living room if you need me."

She waited until her mom was out of the room before burying her face in her pillow and crying herself to sleep.

He was still laying on his bed on his back, half awake brooding when he saw Rose in the doorway of the bedroom. "How can you be okay with this?" She asked him.

"I'm not." He replied looking up at the ceiling, refusing to meet her eyes.

He heard her move further into the room. "My mom do that."

"Yep." He drew the word out and popped the p at the end.

"Talk to me."

He turned his eyes to look at her. She was sitting now in the arm chair in his room. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt, with her hair pulled back in a loose pony tail. "I didn't tell her. She never would have let me come back if I did."

He looked back up at the ceiling. "You shouldn't lie to her."

"Do you have a death wish?" She asked getting a small smile out of him. "Tell me the truth. Did you mean to take me to that festival."

"No."

"Liar." She responded.

He sat up and looked at her. "Oh think about it logically Rose, if I wanted to rape you. I mean really rape you. You really think I would want witnesses? I could have all the times we were alone on the Tardis together." He felt slightly sad about how pale she turned at his words and also very sick. "But I wouldn't do that and if you haven't realized that by now then maybe we shouldn't travel together anymore." He fell back against the pillows and folded his hands across his chest.

Thank you to all my followers and people who have read this story. I love the Reviews and hope they continue. I am always open to suggestions of what you would like to see and a special thanks to totallyau. I just didn't think a slap was enough.