Show- Doctor Who
Pairing- Ten/ Rose (poss). Rose/ TARDIS (in a non-freaky way)
Disclaimer- I only borrow them to make them cry
Summary- The Doctor takes Mickeya nd Rose on a trip and Rose has a word with the TARDIS
The Doctor sat in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee when Rose wandered in the next morning
“’allo,” she greeted with a smile and a yawn.
“Morning,” he replied, watching her carefully. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah, a bit. I was thinking maybe we should take Mickey into the past and show him around a bit. I think he’d enjoy medieval times, you know, with all the jousting.”
“Yep, no problem.”
Rose looked at him, he wasn’t smiling and his voice was more than a bit odd. He looked like he had the night they’d left that space ship and Reinette.
Her stomach knotted but she pushed the feeling away and stared at him.
“You all right?”
He looked up at her, seeing the concern in her eyes. He’d been up all night thinking about the words she’d said to the TARDIS and he still couldn’t quite wrap his head around it.
She’d been fine with him since his regeneration; they’d had a blast on New Earth and back in Victorian England.
They’d watched the sunset on Balto and danced to Ian Drury in concert (the second time around).
They’d watched dinosaurs and an alien prom; they’d tracked monsters and been chased over at least six different planets. She’d met Shakespeare and watched the sun being born.
They played golf on the moon and poked anemones on Saturn, even went fishing on Jupiter’s fourth moon.
Then of course she’d met Sarah-Jane and they’d picked up Mickey, gone to the space station and back to Earth where she’d wandered off for hours. He still had no idea where she’d been.
Only she’d come back sadder and somehow older.
And he didn’t know why.
To him Rose Tyler had always been an open book; he was able to read her no problem.
She wore her heart on her sleeve and you knew when she was happy she was smiling and when she was sad then she was moping and when she was mad it was best to get out of the way.
Now she smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes. She plastered over her moping and took deep breaths rather than lose her temper.
What had made her change so much in the past few weeks and why hadn’t he noticed it sooner?
It took hearing her call him the TARDIS’s Doctor instead of her own to make him realise that something was wrong.
But what it was and how to fix it— he had no idea.
“Doctor?” Rose tried again. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, yes, sorry, mind a mile away—wouldn’t that be fun to see? Your mind a mile away. I think there was a planet that had people whose brains they kept in jars at home, they even had little legs. It was fun to say “your imagination’s run away with you” because they’d run home to check!”
Rose laughed like she was supposed to, but the look she gave him let him know that she knew he was being less than forthcoming.
He sighed. He was going to have to ask her straight out what was wrong, wasn’t he?
He opened his mouth but before he could say a word Mickey sauntered in.
“Morning all!” he beamed.
“Oh god,” Rose muttered. “I forgot you’re a morning person.”
“What’s not to love, darlin’?” Mickey chirped, making at least one person in the vicinity want to kill him. “The early bird catches the worm.”
“If I wanted a worm I woulda stayed with Jimmy Stones,” Rose shot back.
“Uh, who?” the Doctor replied bemused.
Rose rolled her eyes. “Old boyfriend.”
“First love,” Mickey corrected. “Ended up in juvie for—”
“Oy!” Rose elbowed him sharply. “Can it, will ya? It’s too early for reminiscing at any rate.”
They shared an uneasy look and the Doctor felt an unexpected pang. He was feeling left out.
Mickey and Rose obviously knew a story that he, himself, didn’t. Mickey knew something about Rose that she hadn’t shared with him.
That wasn’t on.
“No, tell me more.” He folded his arms over his chest and grinned. “Who was Rose’s first love?”
“My first love,” Rose said with a glare at Mickey, “was a shiny red bike when I was twelve. I loved that thing.”
“I remember!” Mickey laughed. “Trying to get a ride off it was like asking Jackie for a loan.”
They laughed and the Doctor’s face fell.
“Right. So, Mickey Mick-Mick, fancy a joust?”
Mickey froze. “Is that some kinda space chat up line?”
Rose doubled over laughing even as the Doctor rubbed his face with one hand, shaking his head.
“Lord, spare me human beings! I meant literally, Mickey, medieval times, court of King Arthur and knights of the round table—my idea incidentally.”
Mickey’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
Rose rolled her eyes again. “Thinks he’s so impressive.”
“I am so impressive!” he echoed old words and Rose’s face fell slightly.
“You wish,” she ended, almost reluctantly.
“You not amused then?” the Doctor added desperately and Rose’s grin came back full force.
“’ere you still owe me a tenner!”
“I’ll buy lunch, how’s about that?”
“Mead and pork scratchings?” Rose shook her head. “Still not much of a date.”
Mickey looked from one to the other. “What’s that then?”
“Oh, we met Queen Victoria,” the Doctor said off-handedly, glad to be the one telling and not hearing.
“I got knighted,” Rose paused, “or Dame-d. Dame Rose Tyler, how cool is that?”
“Sir Doctor,” the Doctor replied. “Kind regards of her Majesty, Queen Fido.”
Rose giggled. “Fenric.”
“Rex!” They erupted in laughter and Mickey, once again, stared at them.
“What? I don’t get it.”
The Doctor edged forward and draped an arm over Rose’s shoulder. “Let’s get the TARDIS set and you can fill Mickey in on his Royal ruler.”
He dragged her along to the control room and started messing about with the dials.
“I never was much for jousting,” the Doctor mused, “although I did enjoy the whole bard atmosphere.”
Rose leaned against the TARDIS and folded her arms over her chest. “Now see, I woulda thought you the action man type rather than sitting around listening to stories. Seems, I dunno, tame for you.”
He wasn’t sure whether to be insulted. “Hey, I’ll have you know I listened to some of the greats, Shakespeare, Homer, Keats, Byron was a freak though and Freud? Talk about issues! But I can do intellectual as well as the next man.”
Rose turned to Mickey who had just walked in. “Mickey, when I say ‘Homer’ you think what?”
“Simpson,” Mickey replied and the Doctor looked away.
“Okay, so maybe not the next man.”
That was more like it, thought the Doctor as he saw the brightness her smile brought to her face. He twisted a dial and flicked a switch.
Mickey moved closer and peered over his shoulder. It was off-putting to have someone stare at you like that.
“They didn’t have one of them on Star trek,” Mickey muttered.
The Doctor clenched his jaw. “No, that’s because this is the TARDIS not the Enterprise.”
“Does it have, like, a teleportation device?”
Mickey paused. “So what does it have?”
The Doctor glared at him. “This is the dematerialisation control, and that over there is the horizontal hold. Up there is the scanner, those are the doors, that is a chair with a squashed peanut butter sarnie on it … please stop eating in here! Now shut up and let me concentrate.” He picked up a hammer.
“Oy!” Rose called. “She needs TLC, not banging three bells out of. Flipping blokes all the same; if it doesn’t work, bang it with a hammer. She needs the gentle touch, don’t ya girl?”
Rose leaned over and flipped another switch, twiddling a dial as she did so. The TARDIS hummed as the newly pointed out dematerialisation control glowed blue and throbbed.
Rose beamed proudly at the two gaping men. “See?”
“How did you know how to do that?” the Doctor asked incredulously.
“I’ve watched you long enough,” Rose said. “You think I wasn’t paying attention? Even a stupid ape can learn.”
He felt a wave of shame over that term, something that he never should have said to her. He started to apologise but her next words floored him even though they were spoken quietly.
“Besides, she told me.”
Rose tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and shrugged one shoulder. “She told me.”
“When?” His mouth barely moved but his eyes spoke volumes.
Rose chose to run her fingers over the central control column and ignored him.
“Rose?” he insisted. “When?”
“Does it matter?” she snapped. “She just did and good job too. Least now I won’t kill us all by accident.” Her words caught in her throat and came out far more choked than she would have liked.
The Doctor gave her a pained look.
“Is there something I should know?” Mickey said looking between the two of them.
“Nah,” Rose dredged up a grin. “So, Mickey, medieval England. Better get you kitted up, wardrobe is this way … hang on,” she turned to the Doctor, “Uh, did they have black people in medieval England?”
The Doctor paused. “Ah.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
The Doctor looked up as Mickey entered the control room and his face split into a huge grin. “Mickey the … village idiot!”
Mickey huffed and tried to fold his arms over his chest, stopped by the thick padded vest and black waistcoat. His legs clad in black tights and heavy leather boots, complete with flat cap and feather.
The Doctor bit his lip to keep back the laugh bubbling forth.
“Hey, how comes you look so normal?” Mickey complained.
The Doctor brushed his hands down his long white tunic and stared down at his tan tight trousers tucked into black boots. “Oh, I like to blend in, now tell me honestly … does my bum look big in this?”
He spun around and the tunic fluttered around him.
“No, but you’ll make yourself dizzy.”
The Doctor turned to Rose and felt the world spin. Her hair was done up in a delicate style leaving tendrils curling around her face and the blonde was set off by the deep forest green off-shoulder dress.
She looked like every Celtic princess come to life.
Neither the Doctor nor Mickey could stop staring, making Rose blush. “Oy, come one, it’s not that bad!”
“Wow,” Mickey breathed and the Doctor, for once, agreed.
“You look beautiful,” he breathed.
“Considering I’m human,” she amended, her hands smoothing down the bodice nervously.
She stilled and looked at him, feeling uncomfortable as his eyes bore into her.
“You look amazing.”
Rose beamed, biting her lip.
The Doctor cleared his throat and held out his elbow. “Shall we, My Lady?”
Rose gave a fair approximation of a curtsey and rested her hand on the crook of his arm.
He told himself that the over sensitiveness in his arm was all in his imagination.
Later that night Rose curled up in her chair in what she called the mind room.
It was a place she had found shortly after the Doctor’s regeneration. She’d wanted to find some way of thanking the TARDIS for not crashing and killing them both and to apologise for breaking into her.
The TARDIS had led her to the round room and with nothing better to do Rose had started to talk, and talk and talk.
The TARDIS seemed to love these ‘girl’ sessions, turning the walls different colours and humming different frequencies to answer questions and, occasionally, Rose even heard her in her head.
It wasn’t something that she wanted to share with the Doctor though, knowing his propensity to worry and make mountains out of mole hills. The man could make an art out of the concerned face.
She leaned back in her chair and inhaled, smelling the sweet scent of the hot chocolate that the TARDIS insisted that she drink at each of these sessions. She smiled at the opposite wall as she continued telling her about the day she’d just had.
“Where was I?” she yawned. “Oh yeah, the jousting. Wicked, it was like Heath Ledger in the flesh, all those knights and armour, Mickey seemed to really get into it. The Doctor was a bit off, but that’s nothing new.” She sighed, and bit at her fingernails.
Sometimes she felt like she talking to herself and it was a little disconcerting, but it did help her to organize her thoughts.
She had needed that, especially after the new Doctor arrived. To hear him tell her that he was the same man had been hard and she’d really tried to see him as the same man. It had even worked after a while. But there was always something reminding her that he was different; the fact that he liked milky tea now; the way he winked instead of waggled his eyebrows when he was flirting with her; the way he took any excuse to hug her.
The way he swanned off with any French tart when it took his fancy.
Rose shook her head. It was doing her no good to keep harping on about Reinette.
It was done, it was over and she should get over it.
It wasn’t like she and the Doctor had ever been anything anyway.
The TARDIS hummed and Rose smiled.
“Sorry, girl. Anyway, he got weirder when one of the knights came over asked me for a favour. I thought he wanted me to get him a drink or something, but the Doctor said that in those days a favour was like a hankie or something that the Lady tied onto a Knight’s lance to show that she liked him best. He was fit!” She thought some more. “But like I said, the Doctor got weird when I pulled my scrunchie out and handed it over. If he’d been anyone else I would have said he was jealous. But that doesn’t make sense … not this Doctor.”
No not this Doctor. He didn’t feel like that about her and she should stop thinking of him like that.
She had to do as Sarah-Jane said and move on.
Rose bit her lip. “So, anyway, the knight won and came back saying I was his good luck charm. He invited me to the after-joust party,” she giggled, “you should have seen the look on the Doctor’s face; like he’d smelt a Slitheen!”
She shifted to get comfortable. “It was all fine until the Knight got a little frisky in the courtroom, then both the Doctor and Mickey barrelled in. But it turns out that he was some great court official, yeah, so the Doctor and Mickey are thrown into prison. He resonated the bars and escaped and we had to leg it back here … again.”
Rose sighed. “For once it’d be nice not to have to say goodbye at high speed, but I guess that’s one of the hazards of travelling with the Doctor. I should write a book.”
The room was silent as she gathered her thoughts and the TARDIS made soft cooing sounds, asking her what was wrong. “That sonic screwdriver, resonating concrete, I got a huge sense of déjà vu.”
The words burst out her, almost against her will. “Sometimes it’s like nothing’s wrong; nothing’s different and he’s still around. But it is different. I can still see the Doctor, my Doctor standing there with that stupid grin, offering to show me his moves. Then your Doctor is there with his grin and he… I…”
No. She couldn’t do this.
Stop it Rose. Stop going on and on and on. It’s done! Leave it.
“I … can’t do this right now.”
Rose got up, offering apologies to the TARDIS by stroking a wall as she left, not seeing the shadow of the Doctor standing in the corridor.