And, interlude 2. I was going to have him ask how she seems to know quite a bit, but at this point, I think he's still be more curious than anything. Just a few of the Doctor's thoughts and a cute moment. Enjoy!


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*Loose Connection*

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The Doctor walked into the library, quietly leaning against the wall. He watched as Rose shifted, curling in into a ball on the couch, watching the flicker of flames in the fireplace. For a little moment he wondered how she had found this place, but decided that the TARDIS must have shown her.

It was strange how much his ship already liked this little human girl… how much he liked her. There was something different about her. When he had tried to look into her timeline after she had said no, he couldn't really see anything. It was all hazy and only went a little way ahead before stopping. It didn't end with her death, he could see that. He just… couldn't see it.

That had been why he had gone back… well, that and he was lonely. She had done well, and he didn't want to take just anyone with him. The fact that he had gone back for her miffed him beyond reason.

But there was something else about her. Something… odd. At first he had thought that she was slightly telepathic… but she seemed completely oblivious to that. She said she thought it would be cool to be psychic. Usually most people with a low level telepathic field or something similar had an inkling that there was something different about them.

And yet, this girl… she was so confident, so outgoing. She was hardly shocked by what was being thrown at her, comfortable with it even. She knew what was right and wrong, and she knew what to do… There was just something so different about her and he couldn't put his finger on it.

More than anything he just wanted to go in her head and look. Oh, that would be wonderful, to have that brush of another's mind against his. Even just once. It had been agony when he had lost them all. And he knew it wasn't the same, but ever since Rose had been here, he hadn't felt so alone. He liked her company.

She was just such a damned mystery!

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Taking a deep breath, he walked in and leaned over the back of the couch.

"Hello," she said, feeling the movement.

"Hello."

Rose shuffled up so she was down one end of the couch, and taking the invitation he sat on the other end. Once he was sitting, she went back to her now slightly scrunched up lying position, but with her head on his lap. He was a little shocked that she already seemed so familiar with him. That she was comfortable enough with him to do that… And even more so, that he didn't seem to mind her invading his personal space.

There was silence in the room for a long moment. And he was the one to break it. "I'm sorry," he finally said. "I should have listened to you. I nearly got us both killed."

"No you didn't," she told him. "You just wanted to help. How were you supposed to know that they just wanted to kill everyone?"

"Because you kept trying to tell me," he said.

"We saw different things. You saw the victim, and I saw the creepy things that killed a man for no apparent reason… Actually, I'm not usually like that. I'm usually the one to see the victim. I mean… everyone's got to have some good in them, right?"

"Not a Dalek," he said.

"Aw, come on. I bet you can find some good in a Dalek… whatever that is."

"I'll take that bet. Easy money. Ten quid?"

"You're on," Rose said, a wide grin on her face. Easy money yes… for her. She looked up to see the Doctor staring at her curiously. "What?"

"There's something about you," he said. "I can't put my finger on it."

"Well, you'll have a lot longer to figure it out," she said.

"Y-you want to keep travelling with me?" he said in surprise, a little happiness lighting up his voice.

"Yeah."

"After everything that's happened, you still want to come with me?"

"Yeah." Suddenly he grabbed her head and started looking at it intently, tilting it so he was looking in her ear. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for a loose connection in your brain," he told her. Rose snorted and swatted his hands away before settling back down on his lap. "You really want to come with me? Permanently … well, not exactly permanently, but for more than a few trips."

"Of course I do. So, we're going to have to go back to London so I can grab some of my things. And tell Mum I'm travelling, so she won't worry."

"Ugh… okay, yeah. That would probably be a good idea," he said.

The Doctor sighed. Taking her home? He never did that! Once you were on board, you were on board. No family visits, no popping home for more clothes. The day you went home was the day you stay home… Why did he seem so willing to do this for her?

A small part of his brain told him it was because he was lonely. And he was curious. There was just something about her. At times it seemed like she truly knew him, better than himself. The aliens didn't seem to surprise her and sometimes it seemed like she knew what was happening.

He wanted to know who she was.