My Doctor

Rose Tyler looked tearfully at Mickey Smith, who had decided to stay in the parallel world with Jake, before she opened the Tardis and joined the Doctor.

The Doctor was fiddling with the controls when she closed the door.

"Alright, there?" He asked, not even looking up.

"Yeah," Rose replied, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand. "Yeah."

The Doctor turned his attention from the knobs and dials of the Tardis to look at her.

"You don't sound alright," he pointed out.

"No, really, I'm fine." Rose smiled hugely. "See? Where are we off to now?" She looked at the flashing lights, though he knew he was only trying to get the attention away from her. "I got it! We should go visit Marilyn Monroe." She laughed. "I've seen her movies! Brilliant!"

"Rose," the Doctor said seriously.

"Don't start," she said, putting up a hand before he could say anything else. "Just take us somewhere. We have to get going, right? The gaps going to close any minute."

The Doctor's eyes widened. "Blimey, you're right! We better get moving!"

Rose sighed; it was good to get the attention off of her for a little bit.

She watched as he pulled down levers and clicked buttons and switched on knobs.

The Tardis shook, and she nearly fell except the Doctor caught her by the wrist before she could.

"Thanks," she said, smiling gratefully at him.

"Don't mention it."

The Tardis landed, causing them both to fall to the ground.

"I should've caught you this time," he said.

"It's fine. Let's go check this new place out!"

Rose got up and bounded towards the Tardis's doors. She opened it, but it was shut by the Doctor.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Sit down, Rose."

"What areā€¦?" She laughed.

"Sit down," he repeated.

Rose looked at him for a while before sitting down. The Doctor sat next to her.

"You're not alright," he told her.

Rose rolled her eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you, Doctor? I'm fine! Mickey's off doing his own thing, and that's fine; it's totally fine!"

The Doctor sighed. "If you insist," he said, getting up and heading for the doors. He was about to open it when the sound of crying filled his ears.

Rose was hugging her knees, fresh tears in her eyes.

"Rose, Rose," the Doctor said, sitting next to her again.

"What's my mum going to do?" She asked.

"Your mum?"

"She and Mickey were always there for each other when we were off. He comforted her, and she comforted him! She wasn't alone when I wasn't there!" Rose yelled. "She's alone now. He's not coming back!"

"Rose, shh," the Doctor whispered, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. "It's okay; it's okay. I'm sure Jackie can take care of herself; she's a little trooper, that one."

Rose laughed. "Yeah, I suppose she is."

"Mickey's doing what he thinks is best. He's ridding the parallel world of cybermen. That's a good thing. Imagine if you had to live in the parallel world. He's making it safer."

Rose pursed her lips. "You eager to get rid of me?" She asked.

"Not at all," he said.

"It wouldn't matter to me anyway. I'm not going to be living in any parallel universe. I'm going to stay here with you."

"You mean it?" He asked.

"Of course. So, where did the Tardis land?" She asked.

"Oh, we're in 1920's Paris. I was hoping we could shoot the breeze with the Fitzgeralds tonight," The Doctor said. "Have a drink or two, meet Hemmingway, and Picasso. He has wonderful paintings, doesn't he? They're so remarkably strange! I love them!"

"Sounds like fun," Rose said. "Ready to go, then?"

The Doctor thought about it. "No."


"No," he said again. "Let's go back to your hometown. Let's go see Jackie."

Rose smiled and cuddled closer to him. "I'd love that. But, first, can we just sit here for a little while longer?"

The Doctor smiled. "But, of course," he said in a French accent, which made Rose laugh.

For about an hour, they stayed in each other's arms, making one another feel warm and safe.