I debated over whether to include this chapter but I couldn’t help it, it’s melodramatic and angsty and I so wish I could borrow David Tennant and Billie Piper to get them to act this out!
Things get said that can no longer be ignored…
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Part the Third
The Doctor threw soft, warm smiles in her direction as he busied himself picking up clutter and shifting the half finished, was that her hair dryer?, off the bed. He finally turned back the sheets and motioned to Rose, like an eager puppy, to give up the spot she seemed stoically stuck to, by the door.
She felt uncertain and a little defensive, his strange behaviour unsettling like the moments of scuffling around dark corridors preceding being discovered by angry looking tripeds with bug eyes and blasters. Trap or, knowing the Doctor, more like some clueless cultural disparity or psychological experiment? Was she this paranoid before running for her life became common place? She realised suddenly that she was more so back then. She’d been hurt, ‘once bitten, twice shy’, by boyfriends and false friends and she’d actually let most of that insecurity go because the Doctor wasn’t like other men, he wasn’t human and didn’t play the same games and she could relax and trust him knowing that he’d never knowingly hurt or take advantage of her.
“No chocolates on the pillow?” she quipped. “Will have to complain to room service.”
He looked confused and then smiled that outrageous smile of his before breaking into laughter. It wasn’t THAT funny.
“What?” he sobered at her sudden, stricken face.
“What’s wrong? What aren’t you telling me?”
What did it say about her that she willingly jumped to threats and destruction and handled it easier than a quiet, awkward moment in the Doctor’s bedroom?
“Nothing…er…nothing’s wrong,” he raised his hands to placate the fast approaching Tyler.
“Why you acting weird?” she crossed her arms over her chest and gave him her best, ‘I’m not buying it’ stare.
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