Chapter Fifteen

An hour and a half later, the Doctor appeared at the kitchen door. He had put on a fresh shirt under his jacket and had scrubbed the blood off his hands and arms.

"She's fine," he said to everyone. "She lost a lot of blood and needed a transfusion but she'll mend. I gave her a sedative so she's sleeping at the moment. I'll let you know when she wakes up."

"Doctor, these people have told us what you told them about you being an alien and all," George said. "I'd find it hard to believe except I've just seen werewolves and a huge ship inside a police box so after all that, I'm ready to believe anything."

"Good because that's what I am and like these werewolves, I'm no threat to any of you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm parched and I need a bit of tea."

The Doctor fixed himself a mug of tea and chatted with everyone while they drank tea and ate biscuits and scones. After several hours, the TARDIS grunted and the Doctor told them that Rose was awake. The Doctor asked the TARDIS to move the med bay door and they stepped through it when she did. Rose was lying in a bed by the back wall, a saline drip going into her wrist while she relaxed. She looked over and smiled when everyone entered the room.

"Everyone's still here?" Rose said.

"Yup, been getting to know one another," the Doctor said while they gathered around her. "How're you feeling?"

"Leg hurts but other than that, I'm alright," Rose said. "Nice to know I'm loved."

"I'm sorry for what happened, Rose," George said.

"Nah, no worries. You weren't aiming for me. I forgive you."

She smiled when George leaned over and gave her a hug. She chatted with everyone for a moment before she asked for some alone time with Max. Everyone left and Max pulled up a chair that was near the bed and sat by her side.

"Max, I made my choice and I want to stay here," Rose said, taking his hand. "I appreciate you bringing me into your pack and making me one of you but my place is here."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Rose, you would have made a great alpha female."

"Yeah, well, I can still be that. The Doctor needs someone to give him a swift kick in the arse now and then."

Max chuckled. He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"You're always welcome among us, Rose."

"And you're always welcome here. Wherever you are, I'm gonna make sure we can go back from time to time so I can say hello to my second family."

"Are you going to let the Doctor cure you?"

"Dunno. I'm still debating that. There's pros and cons to being a werewolf but whatever happens, I'll remain friends with you lot."

Max nodded and gave her another kiss on the forehead.

"Better get some more rest, Pretty, and let that leg heal so you can give the normals a swift kick in the arse."

"I don't think I'll be doing much kicking with this leg for awhile," Rose said.

Max squeezed her hand. Rose squeezed back and he put his hand on her hair for a moment before getting up and leaving the room.


The Doctor, Max and his pack waved goodbye to George and his friends when they left the TARDIS.

"Good luck," George said. "And take care of Rose, all of you. Good luck wherever you're going."

"You too," the Doctor said. "Good morning."

George and his friends looked over and noticed the sun was coming up. They nodded and waved once more before they walked away. Once they were out of sight, the Doctor ushered his friends back inside and closed the door.

"Right, let's see if we can find you lot a new home," he said, heading to the console.

THE END (To be continued…)