A/N: Eh... Hi! It's been a while... around 4 years to be more precise. I am so sorry that I just stopped updating and left you guys hanging.
A few days after I posted the last chapter my best friend, my brother from another mother, found out he had cancer and i post pone all my writing and publishing to be there for him. He fought it for two and a half years before passing away and took part of me with him. After that I lost all will to write and any inspiration that I had.
I'm trying to pick this story back up again since Doctor Who was my best friends favorite show and I'll try to update as often as I can but even if it's been over a year since he passed it still hurts.
Anyway enough about that!
I hope you guys have been well since last time and I really hope you like the new chapter, enjoy!
Rose pulled the young man with her as they started to run away from the green alien, feeling the blood run down her arm and back from the wounds on her shoulder.
"No, wait. They're still in there." Harriet protested as they ran through a corridor. "The emergency protocols. We need them."
"Shit." Rose cursed and led them through a series of rooms as the alien crashed through the doors behind them.
They get cornered on the first floor but luckily the lift opened up and the Doctor smiled at the alien, "Hello!"
Rose took the opportunity and pulled Harriet and the young man into a sitting room, sadly showing that it didn't have another way out. "Hide!"
Harriet hid behind a screen that stood in front of a window while Rose behind a cabinet and the young man behind a curtain just as the alien Margaret entered.
"Oh, such fun. Little human children, where are you?" 'Margaret asked mockingly. "Sweet little humeykins, come to me. Let me kiss you better. Kiss you with my big, green lips."
Rose swiftly moved from the cabinet to behind the curtain beside the young man, and she really needed to ask for his name because it bugged her to call him 'the young man' all the time.
Two more aliens entered the room they were in and Rose wanted to curse, why couldn't they just get lost or something?
"My brothers." 'Margaret addressed the two new aliens.
"Happy hunting?" Asked alien nr1.
"It's wonderful." 'Margaret' hummed happily. "The more you prolong it, the more they stink."
"Sweat and fear." Alien nr2 agreed.
"I can smell an old girl." Alien nr1 pointed out. "Stale bird and brittle bones."
"A fresh youngster, all hormonal and adrenalin." Alien nr2 said slowly. "Fresh enough to bend before he snaps."
"And the last one, a young woman who smell not of fear but of…." 'Margaret pulled back the curtain making the young man scream and Rose glare. "Power."
"No!" Harriet jumped out from her hiding spot. "Take me first! Take me!"
The Doctor burst in wielding a fire-extinguisher and sprayed one of the aliens with CO2 in the face, "Out, with me!"
Rose pulled the curtain down over 'Margaret', grabbed the young man's hand and ran to the Doctor.
"Who the hell are the two of you?" The Doctor looked between Harriet and the young man.
"Indra Ganesh." Indra said with a tremble in his voice.
"Harriet Jones, MP for Flydale North." Harriet said quickly.
"Nice to meet you." The Doctor beamed at them, making Rose chuckle.
"Likewise." Harriet said back.
"We need to head to the Cabinet Room." The Doctor instructed as he used up the last of the CO2 and they had to run again.
"The Emergency Protocols are in there." Harriet pointed out. "They give instructions for aliens."
"Harriet Jones, I like you." The Doctor smiled.
"And I like you too." Harriet nodded.
"Is this really the time?" Indra asked, both annoyed and scared.
"When else should they do it?" Rose laughed as they continued to run with the aliens chasing them.
When they finally made it to the Cabinet Room the Doctor grabbed a decanter from a side table and stood in the doorway to look at the aliens.
"One more move and my sonic device will triplicate the flammability of this alcohol." The Doctor threatened and Rose had to bite her tongue to not burst out laughing at the ridiculous lie. "Whoof, we all go up. So, Back off."
The aliens took a step back and the Doctor relaxed a little in his stance.
"Right then. Question time." The Doctor smiled. "Who exactly are the Slitheen?"
"They're aliens." Harriet pointed out 'helpfully'.
"Yes." The Doctor gave her a look from the corner off his eye. "I got that, thanks."
"Who are you, if not human?" Alien nr1 asked and if Rose remembered correctly, he had been wearing someone with the last name of a color, Blue… Brown… White… Green!
"Who's not human?" Indra asked slowly.
"He's not human." Rose indicated towards the Doctor with a shrug.
"He's not human?" Harriet gapped at Rose and the Doctor.
"Can I have a bit of hush?" The Doctor angled his body so they knew he was talking to them.
"Sorry." Harriet muttered.
"So, what's the plan?" The Doctor asked the slitheen.
"But he's got a Northern accent." Harriet mumbled to Rose.
"You say that like Earth is the only planet with a north." Rose murmured back with a small smirk.
"I said hush." The Doctor said to them before focusing on the aliens again. "Come on, you've got a spaceship hidden in the North Sea. It's transmitting a signal. You've murdered your way to the top of government. What for, invasion?"
"Profit." Rose muttered.
"Why would we invade this God-forsaken rock?" Alien nr1 asked.
"Then something's brought the Slitheen race here." The Doctor hummed. "What is it?"
"Not race, family." Rose whispered softly.
"You should listen to your blond friend, Doctor." Alien nr1 chuckled.
"Slitheen is not our species." 'Margrethe' laughed. "Slitheen is our surname. Jocrassa Fel Fotch Pasameer-Day-Slitheen at your service."
"So, you're family?" The Doctor concluded.
"A family business." 'Margrethe agreed. "But I wonder how your blond friend who smells like power could have known."
Rose sort of zoned out, feeling dizzy and a little faint. She managed to tune in again when The Doctor passed her the decanter of whisky.
"Now we can end this hunt with a slaughter." Alien nr2 sounded gleeful.
"Shouldn't we run?!" Indra asked with panic.
"Fascinating history, Downing Street. Two thousand years ago, this was a marsh land. 1730, it was occupied by a Mister Chicken. He was a nice man. 1796, this was the Cabinet Room." The Doctor lectured calmly. "If the Cabinet's in session and in danger, these are about four of the safest walls in the whole of Great Britain. End lesson."
The Doctor finished by lifting a small panel by the door and pressing a button. Metal shutters crashed shut across the windows and doors, sealing the four of them inside.
"Installed in 1991. Three inches of steel lining every single wall." The Doctor turned around with a proud smile. "They'll never get in."
"And how do we get out?" Rose asked before swaying and almost falling to the floor if the Doctor hadn't caught her.
"Rose!" The Doctor slowly lowered her to the floor. "What's wrong?"
"One of the aliens caught her shoulder as she tackled me out of the way." Indra spoke up quickly.
"Let me see, Rose." The Doctor moved her so he could see her shoulder and back.
Pulling the hoddie off Rose made her hiss and the Doctor almost cursed when he saw the three deep claw marks on Rose's shoulder. They weren't long but they were deep and they still bled sluggishly.
"They're pretty deep." The Doctor told Rose softly, not caring that Indra and Harriette could hear him. "And I don't have anything to help."
"We're basically in an office." Rose chuckled.
"What's that got to do with anything?" Harriette asked with confusion.
"Find a stapler and staple the wounds shut." Rose almost ordered them. "Doctor, you can fix me up in the Tardis later, but right now I need to be at the top of my game."
It took some searching but they finally found a stapler and the Doctor sighed as he made himself ready to use it to staple Rose's wounds shut.
"Are you ready?" the Doctor asked quietly.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Rose nodded and braced herself for the pain.
"Right, what have we got? Any terminals? Anything?" The Doctor asked just as he pushed the first staple into Roes' shoulder.
"No, this place is antique." Indra told him as he and Harriette moved the prime minister into the closet.
To distract herself Rose decided to ask a question that was going to be needed for the Doctor to solve the mystery of where the Slitheen family hailed from. "Doctor, why did they killed the Prime Minister instead of using him as a suit?"
"He's too slim and the Slitheen are big old beasts." The Doctor answered. "They need big humans so they can fit."
"But the Slitheen are about eight feet." Harriette pointed out. "How do they fit inside?"
"That's the device around their necks. Compression field." The Doctor explained. "Literally shrinks them down a bit. That's why there's all that gas. It's a big exchange."
"Which I had a compression field." Rose chuckled. "My mom would kill for it."
"Excuse me, people are dead!" Harriette exclaimed. "This is not the time for making jokes."
"Oh excuse me for trying to distract myself from the pain of having staples stamped through my skin without painkillers." Rose said, sarcasm dripping from every word.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't…" Harriette stuttered out.
"Eh, it's okay." Rose smiled, waving away Harriette's apology.
"All done, Rose." The Doctor said and helped her to her feet. "Just rest for a while."
Rose sat down in a chair and leaned her head against the table. She was just going to rest her eyes for a while. She let the Doctor's discussion with Harriette and Indra flow over her and she would have fallen asleep if her phone hadn't beeped.
"Oh, that's me." Rose sat up and pulled her phone out.
"But we're sealed off." Harriette muttered. "How did you get a signal?"
"The Doctor did some jiggery pokery and now it's a super phone." Rose shared a smile with the Doctor as they remembered Platform One.
"Then we can phone for help." Indra smiled in relief.
"You must have contacts." Harriette looked at the Doctor.
"Dead downstairs, yeah." The Doctor agreed.
"It's Mickey." Rose spoke up slowly.
"Oh, tell your stupid boyfriend we're busy." The Doctor almost sounded a little jealous, but that couldn't be, right?
"First off, not my boyfriend." Rose huffed before turning to show her phone to the Doctor. "Second, not so stupid after all."
On the screen there was a picture of a Slitheen lit up in blue and the Doctor told her to call Mickey, well he said Ricky but whatever, immediately. After talking to Mickey and trying to get him to tell her if her mom was okay the Doctor took her phone.
"Don't talk, just shut up and go to your computer." The Doctor ordered. "Mickey the Idiot, I might just choke before I finish this sentence, but, er, I need you."
The Doctor walked over to the table and plugged Rose's phone into the conference phone speaker. "Say again."
"It's asking for the password." Mickey's voice came from the speaker.
"Buffalo." The Doctor told him. "Two Fs, one L."
"So, what's that website?" Jackie's voice sounded further away than Mickey's.
"All the secret information known to mankind." Mickey told her. "See, they've known about aliens for years, they've just kept us in the dark."
"Mickey, you were born in the dark." The Doctor said.
"Now is not the time." Rose groaned.
"Password again." Mickey told them.
"Just repeat it every time." The Doctor declared. "Big Ben – why did the Slitheen go and hit Big Ben?"
"You said to gather the experts, to kill them." Harriette pointed out.
"That lot would've gathered for a weather balloon." The Doctor scoffed. "You don't need to crash land in the middle of London."
"The Slitheen are hiding, but then they put the entire planet on Red alert. What would they do that for?" Rose hummed thoughtfully, ignoring her mother's mocking.
"I've got a question, if you don't mind." Jackie declared. "Since that man walked into our lives, I have been attacked in the streets, I have had creatures from the pits of hell in my own living room, and my daughter disappear off the face of the Earth…"
"I told you I was traveling." Rose pointed out.
"I'm talking to him. 'Cos I've seen this life of yours, Doctor. And maybe you get off on it and maybe you think it's all clever and smart, but tell me…" Jackie continued. "Just answer me this. Is my daughter safe?"
"I'm fine." Rose glared at the others in the Cabinet room, daring them to disagree with her.
"Is she safe? Will she always be safe?" Jackie demanded to know. "Can you promise me that? Well, what's the answer?"
Suddenly Mickey's voice came again, "We're in."
"Now then, on the left at the top, there's a tab, an icon." The Doctor instructed, still looking a little uncomfortable with Jackie's questions. "Little concentric circles. Click on that."
"What is it?" Mickey asked as a sound starts coming through the speakers.
"The Slitheen have got a spaceship in the North Sea and it's transmitting that signal." The Doctor explained. "Now hush, let me work out what it's saying."
"Profit." Rose whispered to the Doctor again.
"He'll have to answer me one day." Jackie said loudly.
"Hush!" Mickey hissed at her.
"It's some sort of message." The Doctor muttered knowing thanks to Rose that it had something to do with profit, but what?
While Mickey and Jackie argued in the background the Doctor tried to figure out what was going on with the Slitheen and why they were on Earth. "It's beaming out into space…"
"It's him!" Jackie screamed from the other end of the phone call. "It's the thing, it's the Slipeen!"
"They've found us." Mickey declared as Rose did her best to not laugh at Jackie mispronouncing Slitheen.
"Mickey, I need that signal." The Doctor sounded apologetic.
"Leave the phone by the computer and get out!" Rose ordered them.
"We can't." Mickey informed her. "It's by the front door."
"Any other time and I would reprimand you for calling the Slitheen an it but they deserve it." Rose muttered.
"Oh, my God, it's unmasking." Mickey gasped. "It's going to kill us."
"There's got to be some way of stopping them!" Harriette cried out. "You're supposed to be the expert, think of something!"
"I'm trying!" The Doctor cried back.
"We need to figure out where they come from." Rose said. "If we can do that, you'll be able to figure out how to stop them."
"Great idea, Rose." The Doctor beamed at her. "So, judging by their basic shape, that narrows it down to five thousand planets within traveling distance. What else do we know about them?"
"They're green." Rose started by pointing out.
"Yep, narrows it down."
"Good sense of smell." Rose added quickly.
"Narrows it down."
"They can smell adrenalin." Indra joined in.
"Narrows it down."
"The pig technology." Harriette helped.
"Narrows it down."
"The spaceship in the Thames, you said it had a slipstream engine." Rose remembered.
"Narrows it down."
"They hunt like it's a ritual." Rose shuddered a little and her shoulder throbbed.
"Narrows it down."
"Wait a minute." Harriette spoke up. "Did you notice? When they fart, if you'll pardon the word, it doesn't smell like a fart, if you'll pardon the word, it's something else. What is it? it's more like, er…"
"Bad breath!" Rose chimed in.
"That's it!" Harriette agreed.
"Calcium decay!" The Doctor exclaimed. "Now, that narrows it down!"
"Hold on, mum!" Rose called out to Mickey and Jackie.
"Too late!" Mickey called back.
"Calcium phosphate. Organic calcium. Living calcium. Creatures made out of living calcium. What else? What else? Hyphenated surname." The Doctor muttered before his whole face broke out into a bright grin. "Yes! That narrows it down to one planet. Raxacoricofallapatorius!"
"Oh, yeah, great." Mickey sneered. "We could write 'em a letter."
"Get into the kitchen!" The Doctor ordered.
"My God, it's going to rip us apart!" Jackie cried.
"Calcium, weakened by the compression field." The Doctor told them. "Acetic acid. Vinegar!"
"Just like Hannibal!" Harriette crowded.
"Just like Hannibal." The Doctor agreed. "Mickey, have you got any vinegar?"
"How should I know?" Mickey asked.
"It's your kitchen." The Doctor pointed out.
"Just look around in all the cupboards." Rose groaned. "Everyone have at least one thing with vinegar."
"Oh, give it here." Jackie obviously took the phone. "What do you need?"
"Anything with vinegar." The Doctor told her quickly.
"Gherkins. Yeah, pickled onions. Pickled eggs." Jackie started to rattle off and Rose was almost certain her face was turning green.
"You okay, Rose?" The Doctor asked with a small smirk.
Rose held up a finger, swallowed hard and nodded before forcing out a quiet 'Fine'.
They heard the explosion and Jackie and Mickey's cheers and new that it had worked.
"When you guys were talking about Hannibal I assume you don't mean Lecter?" Rose asked after a few moments.
"Hannibal crossed the Alps by dissolving boulders with vinegar." Harriette explained with a smile.
"Not bad." Rose chucked ant the four in the Cabinet's room toasted the moment with a glass of whiskey from the decanter.
"He's making it up." The Doctor declared half an hour later as the listened to the new through the phone. "There is no weapons up there, there's no threat. He just invented it."
"Do you think they'll believe him?" Harriette asked quietly.
"They did last time." Rose shrugged before cursing as she jostled her shoulder.
"That's why the Slitheen went for spectacle." The Doctor finally figured it out. "They want the whole world panicking, because you lot, you get scared, you lash out."
"They release the defense code." Rose hummed, feeling so very tired.
"And the Slitheen go nuclear." The Doctor nodded.
"But why?" Harriette and Indra asked at the same time.
The Doctor walked up to the door and opened the metal shutters. "You get the codes, release the missiles, but not into space because there's nothing there. You attack every other country on Earth, they retaliate, fight back, World War III breaks out and the whole planet gets nuked."
"And we can sit through it safe in our spaceship waiting in the Thames." Margarete sounded so very condescending. "Not crashed, just parked. Only two minutes away."
"But you'll destroy the planet, this beautiful place." Harriette said with shock and dismay. "What for?"
"Profit." The Doctor sent a small sad smile at Rose. "That's what the signal is beaming into space. An advert."
"The sale of the century. We reduce the Earth to molten slag, then sell it piece by piece." Margaret smirked. "Radioactive chucks, capable of powering every cut-price star liner and budget cargo ship. There's a recession out there, Doctor. People are buying cheap. This rock becomes raw fuel."
"At the cost of five billion lives." The Doctor sounded angry.
"Bargain." Margarete chuckled.
"You will lose everything." Rose spoke up slowly. "If you continue there will only be one Slitheen and that's you. No brothers left."
"Rose, child, are you alright." Harriette asked with worry.
"Tired." Rose muttered.
"She's still alive?" Margaret asked before she chuckled. "Humans are more resilient that I thought."
"I give you a choice." The Doctor glared at the Slitheen. "Leave this planet or I'll stop you."
"What, you?" Margaret laughed. "Trapped in your box?"
"Yes, me." The Doctor closed the shutters in Margaret's laughing face.
"We should all try and get some sleep." Harriette said looking at rose with worried eyes.
Rose had slept with her head against the Doctor's shoulder, calmed by the dual heartbeat and knowledge that he wouldn't let anything happen to her while she slept. She was awake before Harriette and Indra but not the Doctor.
"Did you sleep?" Rose asked softly as she sat up, then she frowned and turned to the Doctor with a smile. "Do you need sleep?"
"I did not sleep, no." The Doctor chuckled quietly. "And I do need sleep, just not as much as most beings."
"That must come in handy." Rose smiled again before stretching, hissing as it made her shoulder burn.
"Let me look at your shoulder." The Doctor requested and Rose turned around so he could lift the back of her shirt. "Rose…"
"It's infected, isn't it?" Rose hummed and brought her shirt down. "That doesn't surprise me."
"Oh?" The Doctor looked at her.
"I don't think the Slitheen keep their claws clean and stapling the wounds shut wasn't the most sanitary thing in the world." Rose told him. "And the way Margareth was shocked that I was still alive makes me think they might have some form of toxin or something on their claws."
"If we had the Tardis I could clean it and fix it in a minute or two." The Doctor looked irritated that he couldn't help her now.
"It's not your fault Doctor. We can fix it when we get back there." Rose assured him. "Now, let's wake the others and try and figure out how to stop the Slitheen family."
After everyone were awake they called Jackie and Mickey to try and come up with a plan.
"Alright, Doctor, I'm not saying I trust you, but there must be something you can do." Jackie said over the phone.
"Any luck with the numbers?" Indra asked.
"There's loads of emergency numbers." Mickey answered. "They're all on voicemail."
"Voicemail dooms us all." Harriette muttered with annoyance.
"There is a way out." The Doctor spoke up and Rose smiled sadly. "There's always been a way out."
"Then why haven't you used it?" Jackie sounded angry.
"Because I can't guarantee your daughter will be safe." The Doctor answered quietly.
"Don't you dare." Jackie called out. "Whatever it is, don't you dare."
"That's the thing." The Doctor looked at Rose to see her smiling at him and he knew that she knew what he was thinking. "If I don't dare, everyone dies."
"Do it." Rose told him.
"Rose!" Jackie almost screamed.
"The needs of the many outweighs the needs of the few." Rose hummed. "And I would never be able to live with myself knowing I survived while so many people died."
"Rose Tyler, you are one of the most amazing people I have ever met." The Doctor looked at her with pride and amazement, then his look turned sad. "I could save the world but lose you."
"Doctor, I am not something special. I'm just one simple human girl." Rose walked over and placed a hand on his cheek. "And my life isn't worth more than any other. So go on, save the world and know that I'm proud of you."
The Doctor just looked at her in shock, not knowing how to handle all the rushing emotions.
"Except it's not your decision, Doctor." Harriette spoke up with a brave face. "It's mine."
"And who the hell are you?" Jackie demanded to know.
"Harriet jones, MP for Flydale North. The only elected representative in this room, chosen by the people for the people." Harriet stood tall as she spoke. "And on behalf of the people, I command you, Doctor. Do it."
Rose noticed that the Doctor relaxed at that and she somehow knew it was because this time he didn't have to make the hard call, he didn't have to decide, and doom a friend to almost certain death.
"Mickey, I need you to go to your computer." The Doctor instructed. "You're going to hack into the Royal Navy."
"How do we get out?" Indra looked scared.
"We don't. We stay right here." The Doctor told him before addressing Mickey again. "Use the buffalo password, it overrides everything."
"We're in." Mickey spoke up after a few moments. "Here it is. HMS Taurean, Trafalgar Class submarine, ten miles off the coast of Plymouth."
"Right, we need to select a missile." The Doctor instructed.
"We can't go nuclear." Mickey pointed out. "We don't have the defense codes."
"We don't need it. All we need is an ordinary missile." The Doctor said. "What's the first category?"
"Sub Harpoon, UGM-A4A." Mickey read of the screen.
"That's the one." The Doctor nodded, not that Mickey could see it. "Select."
"I could stop you." They all heard Jackie say.
"Do it, then." Mickey told her.
"You ready for this?" The Doctor asked.
"Yeah." Rose had to admire the way Mickey's voice didn't waver.
"Mickey the idiot, the world is in your hands." The Doctor looked up at Rose who nodded at him with a smile. "Fire."
"How solid are these?" Harriet asked as she looked at the walls.
"Not solid enough." The Doctor shrugged. "Built for short range attack, nothing this big."
"Alrigth, that's it, I'm making the decisions now." Rose declared. "I'm not dying today, I haven't seen enough of the universe yet, so this is what we'll do: We're going to ride this one out."
"How?" Indra shook where he was standing.
"It's like they say about earthquakes, you can survive them by standing under a doorframe." Rose said and walked over to the cupboard. "Now, this cupboard is small so it's strong. Come one, help me get everything unnecessary out of it."
The four of them crawl into the cupboard and close the door to hunker down. Rose ended up cuddled into the Doctor's side while Indra pressed against her back, making her wince in pain form her shoulder, but she ignored it.
"Here we go." Harriet stated from the Doctor's other side. "Nice knowing you three. Hannibal!"
Rose squeezed the Doctor's hand in hers and pressed closer to his side as the cupboard shook and rolled. Her shoulder jolting something fiercely from all the bumping and jerking around but it was over faster than she expected.
"Made in Britain." Harriet proclaimed proudly a few minutes later as the Doctor pushed the steel door off.
"Oh, my God." A man gasped as he saw them climb out. "Are you alright?"
"Harriet Jones. MP, Flydale North. I want you to contact UN immediately." Harriet stepped forward. "Tell the ambassadors the crisis is over. They can step down. Go on, tell the news."
"Yes, ma'am." The man rushed off.
"Someone's got a hell of a job sorting this lot out." Harriet muttered. "Oh, Lord, we don't even have a Prime Minister."
"Maybe you should have a go." The Doctor offered.
"Me?" Harriet looked shocked. "Huh. I'm only a back-bencher."
"I'd vote for you." Rose smiled at her.
"Me too." Indra agreed.
"Now, don't be silly." Harriet scoffed but Rose could see the interested look in her eyes. "Look, I'd better go and see if I can help."
"I'll help her and maybe I can convince her." Indra smiled at them both before rushing after Harriet.
"I thought I knew the name. Harriet jones, future Prime minister." The Doctor beamed. "Elected for three successive terms. The architect of Britain's Golden Age."
"Doctor…" Rose mumbled as she felt herself losing the battle to stay conscious. "Catch me."
The last thing Rose registered before everything went black was the Doctor's worried eyes as he caught her before she hit the ground.
Rose had no idea how long she had been out but when she came to she could hear the Tardis singing in her head. She noticed that she was laying on her stomach on something that was both hard and soft, which was weird.
"Where am I?" Rose asked as she sat up, before looking around and figuring it out. "Ah, infirmary."
"You're awake!" The Doctor rushed in, freezing in his tracks.
Was he blushing? Could Time Lords blush? Rose wondered even as she smiled at the Doctor.
'They can.' The Tardis whispered in her mind with a giggle. 'They can control it to a certain degree.'
"I'm awake." Rose agreed after sending a smile the Tardis way.
"That's great." The Doctor declared. "Let me just check your shoulder and then I'll get you a shirt."
Rose smiled and turned so he could see her shoulder, finally registering that she was only in her bra. Not that she cared. The Doctor was an alien that was over 900 years old, if he hadn't seen a half-naked human before, Rose would eat her bra.
"Was the infection bad?" Rose wanted to know.
The Doctor hesitated in his inspection off her shoulder, telling Rose everything she needed to know. "Yes, the infection seemed to have been speed up by whatever the Slitheen had on their claws."
"But you managed to fix it." Rose turned her head to smile at him.
"Not completely." The Doctor muttered. "You will have to live with the scars for the rest of your life. I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, Doctor." Rose turned completely to look at him, placing a soft hand on his cheek. "Scars doesn't bother me. We're alive and the Earth is safe, that's all that matters in the end."
The Doctor looked at her with intense eyes. "You really are something else."
"And don't you forget it." Rose chuckled happily.