Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of its characters. Nor am I making any money from this story.

Co-written by C. Howl

“What do you mean your grand daughter?” Rose blurted out a little louder than she had meant to.

“Well you see,” the doctor, replied, “I had a granddaughter, she was my ‘companion’, but she isn’t anymore, you are and that concludes the un interesting biography of the Doctor.”

“How can you be like that,” Rose huffed in response, “she’s supposed to be your family, how could you leave her behind?”

“You weren’t there. At the time, it was the right decision. I had to let her go and let her live a life that she chooses for herself.”

“Why?” Rose questioned

“That’s got nothing to do you with you Rose Tyler, nothing at all.” The Doctor replied sharply.

Rose glared at him and stormed off, and headed back down the corridor of the TARDIS back towards Mickey’s room. If the Doctor wasn’t going talk to her, to maybe Mickey would. When she arrived at Mickey’s door, she knocked on the door quietly

“Oh, so you finally remembered I was here then.” Mickey said sarcastically.

“Please Mickey, don’t be like that. I just want to talk to you.” Came her honest answer.

Mickey sighed, “You haven’t come to talk to me, you’ve come to ask me to do something.”

“No, Mickey I haven’t, I really have come to talk to you.” Rose replied

Rose bit her lip and nodded at Mickey. Mickey sighed, “Look I’m not here just to be your shoulder to cry on Rose.” And with that, he slammed the door in her face.

Rose lent against the heavy metal door, and knocked again “It’s not like that Mickey, really it isn’t I just need a friend.”

“Go away Rose,” came Mickey’s reply. “Just go and sort it out between yourselves, you don’t need the tin dog to sort this out for you.”

“Mickey its not like that, I just need a friend right now.” Rose replied

Mickey didn’t open the door, but from the other side of the door Mickey said “So…what’s he done that’s so bad that you can’t sort it out with him.”

“Well,” Rose started “I just found out he had a granddaughter.”

Mickey leaned his back against the door “Well, I suppose he could have had a family once.”

Rose tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and said “He could have told me, I shouldn’t have found out like that Mickey. I thought he was my friend, I thought he could tell me anything.”

Mickey turned to face the door and opened it “Haven’t you ever thought that maybe there were something you weren’t meant to find out about him? Maybe he just likes to keep some things to himself. Like his past.”

“You sound just like him Mickey.” Rose snapped.

“Maybe, but you said you wanted to talk,” Mickey replied “Are you going to come in?”

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