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"Morning Bert." Rose Tyler was 18 and had been working at the psych ward for two months, after dropping out on her A levels, and still pleased to come into work most days. She got on well with the patients and the orderlies all loved her, but she wasn't planning on sticking around, she had dreams of Hendricks, and traveling with Jimmy Stone.

"Hey Rosie do us a favor and take care of the guy in room 11, he's been up for hours."

"Sure. Who is he?"

"Don't know, form just says Smith. Police brought him in last night."

"He dangerous?"

"Naw, just loony. Poor sap don't even know his name."

Frowning in sympathy Rose shed her coat and made her way down the hall.

Someone was knocking. Smith looked up from his frantic scribbling, running a hand through his hair and leaving a smudge of blue on his forehead.

"Hello?" It was as if a star had walked through the door, gleaming gold light radiated out of her...no. She was just...beautiful. "Mr. Smith?"

"No." He leaped to his feet. "Not mister. Never been a mister, well...never for long. I'm-" He lurched upright hand outstretched, but there was no word to put next...nothing. "I'm..." He smiled slightly, a hand went up to scratch his head and his face became bitter. "I'm...Someone."

"I'll bet you are." Rose smiled. "Bit of an artist too. Where did you get all this..." She looked around at the color smeared walls. "Paint."

"I found it. In my pockets. I found a lot of things in my pockets, a banana, I ate that though, tickets to the Beatles, I really have to remember to go to that, love the Beatles. And a..." He fiddled with his pockets for a bit while Rose watched, highly amused. Bert had been right, just a harmless looney. A good looking one to although, the chin... "Planet!" He let out an insane laugh. "Can you believe it? Just sitting here digging through my pockets and I find a planet!" Rose looked at the ball in his hand, it was a curious little bauble. It had lights glowing out of it like stars, and the little jade ball did appear to be rotating. But Rose didn't have to be a genius to know that the thing surrounding it was plastic.

"Plastic planet, pretty cool."

"What? It's not plastic, no... it's made up of dirt and stone, like earth! Except for the radiation levels...and carnivorous, bunnies..."

Rose chewed her lip, watching his face sober and fought a grin. He turned on her suddenly, all excitement gone, his face dark.

"Who are you?" He looked her up and down, digging in his pockets again.

"Oh, righ' I'm-" She blinked as a light filled her eyes. "Rose."

Smith who was studying the handle of the flashlight he was holding looked up suddenly.

"Rose?" His face filled with hesitant awe. "Rose?ROSE?" He was slowly growing more and more manic. "Rose! Rose!" He did a spin, reaching out to grasp her gleefully by the shoulders. "ROSE." His grin blinked out. "Can I have you?"

"What?"

"Can I have you? Turtle said I could have a Rose. Can I have you?"

She stared into his earnest, unsettling green eyes, so filled with youth, wisdom and sheer joy...

And she almost, said yes.

"Erm,sorry. I already got myself a bloke. Jimmy Stone, musician, him and his band."

Smith was frowning at her pleased smile.

"Stone? What are you doing with a stone? Who wants a stone? All they do is weigh you down, trust me," His hand dove back into his pocket. "I've got plenty of them." a handful of pebbles (and one bright pink bouncy ball) scattered free of his hand.

Rose watched in baffled amusement as the ball bounded across the room, and then at the various tubes of finger paint and boxes of wax crayons.

"Where are you keepin' all this stuff?"

"I told you, it's in my pocket! Both of them! All of them! How many pockets have I got?" His voice trailed away in confusion as he began snooping through his own tweed jacket.

"Well however many you've got now you're only gonna have about three when I'm done with ya'."

He looked up in alarm.

"What? Why? What are you going to do? Are you going to eat me? I've been eaten before you know! And I don't like it!"

Rose laughed easily and shook her head.

"I'm not gonna eat you! Although I could, look tasty enough...what'd you 'spose you taste like?" she smiled, her tongue poking from her teeth.

"Lets see." He licked his arm loudly, sending Rose into another fit of giggles, and made a face. "Like paint and dirt a bit." he grimaced, taking another lick. "Not at all tasty." He looked up at her frowning thoughtfully...and lunged without warning.

Rose let out a small shriek of surprise as Smith seized her by the arms and licked her forehead. He backed up, moving his tongue around his mouth, debating.

"Oh, yuck.." Rose gaped at him in disbelief, smearing spit from her face.

"Not bad." He swallowed, smacking his lips and eying her like he might want another small taste. "A bit like dried peaches."

"Really? Peaches?"

"Just a bit, the rest is all sweat and face powder." He frowned again, decidedly put out.

"That'l be the body wash then..." Rose nodded slowly, watching him, he was pacing the circumference of the room, tapping it in places and inspecting it closely.

"Will it? That's interesting. Do you wash you're body? Do I wash my body?" He whirled to face her. "How do I get out of here?"

Rose blinked, trying to sort out his endless slew of questions.

"You can come with me, I'll set you up with some clothes and breakfast."

"I've got clothes."

"You can't wear that."

"Why not?" He was frowning at her again, fiddling with his bow tie.

"'S not allowed. Don't worry though. We'll keep it safe for ya' then when your...family, or someone comes to get you we'll give um back. Yeah?"

He wasn't sure. It sounded reasonable. But his mind still rebelled against it. This is what he wore, nothing, NOTHING else. Still...she was pretty. So he shrugged smiling, and followed her out of the room.

"No."

"Come on Smith, I need it."

"No, no absolutely not!"

"Patients can't wear anything but the uniform, that's the rule."

"I'm not a patient. I'm a doctor."

"Not here you're not." Not anywhere with a brain like this.

"NO."

Finally after half an hour of arguing, Rose gave it up.

And let him keep the bow tie.