Rose stepped back, out of his touch, her back hitting the alleyway suddenly. When did she get in the alleyway? “Who are you?” she demanded angrily. “How do you know my name?” She tried edging her way around the man, attempting to get back out in the street.
Realization set in, and it was clear when her eyes widened. “…but you can’t be. You’re not him.” She squirmed, cringing as he licked her cheek, trying fruitlessly to push his pressing body off her. She struggled to breath under his suffocation. “You’re not the Doctor,” her head shook in disbelief, whispering no, no, no, barely audible. “Get off me.”
After the events on Krop Tor with the Beast and the Ood, things had changed dramatically with the Doctor and Rose’s ‘relationship’. Rose would be distant with him, not really speaking, but when he was around, she didn’t want him to leave. It was confusing to say the…
Rose got up when something caught her eye, under the coffee table. It was his swimming trunks, dripping wet! She blushed, and cleared her throat, pointing in that direction.
"It’s uh, they’re down there," she said quietly, looking away in embarrassment. She bent down and quickly got them out for him, throwing them over before turning away. "Aren’t you going back to swim?"
She shrugged, not really bothered. “You can do what you like. It’s your TARDIS, isn’t it? As you keep reminding me.” She paused, the two of them sitting in silence, until Rose spoke. “Doctor … When you look at me, what do you see? I’m being serious, here.”
“Well - I see Rose Tyler.” He smiled over at her gently. “Someone brave, compassionate, clever. Why do you ask?”
She sighed once again, leaning heavily against the sofa. “Cause we both know that’s a lie. I’m none of those things. I killed a man today, and let’s not deny it, cause I did.”
After the events on Krop Tor with the Beast and the Ood, things had changed dramatically with the Doctor and Rose’s ‘relationship’. Rose would be distant with him, not really speaking, but when he was around, she didn’t want him to leave. It was confusing to say the least. She’d spend a lot of time simply drifting around the TARDIS, avoiding him really. It was then that the TARDIS decided enough was enough. As Rose went into the library to calm her mind, the Doctor rushed in, dripping wet and in nothing but a towel covering his waist, making her blush. He looked panicked, and said something about loosing his swimming trunks.
"How could you loose your swimming trunks when you’ve been wearing them to swim?" she asked with confusion, not moving from her laying position on the sofa.
Rose stared at Jack in apparent disbelief, before giggling like mad. “Oh my God, we did! You shouldn’t have brought that triple vodka tequila out! My head is pounding!”
I’m back! Finally, from my Dad’s after a LONG weekend! Not that I’m complaining of course! Anyhow, I promise I will get back to all replies, eventually!
Will be at my Dad’s this weekend for Bank holiday, but he’s got no internet. Shall be back on Monday. Until then! See ya! x
For Rose, getting up at this time (roughly 4 AM), was unheard of, even for her. She was the type of person who didn’t do mornings, and would often yell at the Doctor for waking her up so early. So when she trotted into the console room, looking like hell, eyes still partially closed, hair tousled, with sickly pale skin, with her duvet wrapped around her shivering shoulders, it gave her a concerned look from the Doctor.
“Doctor,” she began in a quiet and hoarse voice. “I’m not feeling too well.”