tampered | Log; Ongoing

"Yeah, a beer. Still have 36 to go."

He looked around the apartment once more.

"So what're you doing with it?" Mickey asked about the sonic screwdriver. He wanted to know a few more things about it; why the Doctor had given it to her, where on Earth she'd need it for, but that question just fell out. "The screwdriver, I mean."

"Oh you're beating me. I'm only on 20." she said not really sure if she could really drink the 100 required by the end of the month.

Heading into the kitchen to return with a beer in hand, she handed it over to him before reclaiming her spot on the couch.

"Trying to see if I can make the disc work again. I think a wired fried or something." It baffled her. "Do you have yours?"

"Only 20? But we're over half of the month. Maybe you should ask someone else to drink for you."

He took the beer with a nod and added quickly, "Not me. After this month, I don't think I can see any alcohol for a year. Never thought I'd say that."

He chuckled at that and opened his beer bottle.

"Yeah, I had mine on me when I got here," he answered her question on the Dimension Jump. "It didn't work either, but I don't think mine is supposed to. I'm a few weeks, or maybe months, from your future, remember? I think it deactivated, considering the circumstances. But I've heard that some of the technology that's not from this place doesn't work here for anyone and that supernatural powers some people have are a lot weaker here then when they were back home. That's probably it with yours."

"Are you volunteering?" she teased reaching over to grab her bottle and take a swig.

She laughed, "Yeah, I reckon that I could agree with that." And to think she really used to like going to the pubs sometimes back home even when she was dragged.

She frowned at his words for a moment. "Well that's just lovely." A sigh escaped her lips. Everyone seemed to be ahead of her. "I need to find a way to play catch up." Though she wasn't sure if she really wanted to know the future or live through it. That strange named bloke came to mind. If Mickey had lived through it all then he'd know right?

"So, the future, I bet it was fun, yeah?"

Mickey took a large sip of his beer and turned to look at her with a smile.

"You know I can't tell you anything about that. Or I won't anyway. I'm afraid I'll say the wrong thing. Tell you things you're not supposed to know yet. Go ask someone smarter."

Rose gave Mickey a certain look before setting her beer back down on the table. "I would but they're not around right now. So, I'm asking you." she started off. "Besides, I've heard you don't remember anything from this place if you ever do get back." Or so she heard.

"Yeah, heard that too," he admitted.

He contemplated it for a moment and then finally said: "Alright then, what do you wanna know?"

Rose hesitated in her response as she thought about what she wanted to know and what she knew so far. Her current knowledge of events really didn't make sense to her. It was just...Well she wouldn't do something like that. And then she started to think the worse, that maybe she really had died like the beast had predicted oh so long ago and the Doctor was just covering it up.

"Everything."

Mickey noticed how tense she was.

"You didn't die or anything," he reassured her.

He took a large gulp from his beer and sighed.

"Okay. Where do I have to start?"

"Well good." It was one less worry but still it didn't mean that it wasn't possible. Anything could happen once she was back out there.

"Start at the part where I fall in love with some bloke and leave the Doctor?" That really didn't make any sense to her. "Mickey. I'd never leave him behind like that." She hoped that he could help her fill in the blanks.

Mickey was confused.

"What? Don't remember that one. Who told you that?"

"Someone smarter," she replied meaning the Time Lord they both knew. Now she really wasn't sure what to think.

"He said that after it was all over...I just..." her voice trailed off. "I just would never, you know."

"What exactly did he tell you?"

Mickey was eager to get the facts straight now himself.

"He said that I end up with some bloke called, John Noble." She snorted rolling her eyes. "Some name, yeah? It doesn't matter 'cos he doesn't exist."

She grabbed the bottle and took several sips to numb the pain that was raising. "Anyway enough about that."

"Noble? Isn't that Donna's last name?"

The pieces of the puzzle were there now, but they hadn't fallen on the right spot for Mickey yet.

"Ask me something else, then. Something I might know."

"It is. You'd think he'd be a little more creative with the name. I mean, really." she said taking yet another sip.

She wanted to ask more but refrained because it really didn't matter did it?

"Forget it, Mickey. It doesn't matter. It's all in the...past, future? Whatever." She was almost half tempted to say that he was right but didn't focusing on the beer instead.

Edited 2009-01-20 21:09 (UTC)

"Okay," Mickey sighed and finished his beer.

But he couldn't forget about it. So he didn't quite understand who "John Noble" was supposed to be, but he still knew more than Rose. It felt like he was keeping vital information from her. Just like that time when he dated Trisha Delaney. Even though she had never been the kind of girlfriend Rose had been for him, he felt it was the right thing to tell her about it all. He'd told himself not to mention her to Rose, so they could've had a nice time, gone to a cheap restaurant, and then to a hotel... But sometimes he was just too honest.

"I stayed behind," he blurted out suddenly, looking into space, not daring to look at Rose.

"I stayed in our world when you went back to the parallel one."

He slowly turned his head to see Rose's reaction.

Rose was silent as his words fell on her ears. He stayed behind and she had gone back? She recalled that one curse and what he had mentioned once about seeing her in the TARDIS last. And his guess that she had managed to find herself in the City with the Doctor.

"With them..." she stated, staring off into the distance before her gaze fell back on him. "I said good bye to you, yeah?"

"Not really. You were preoccupied, I think," Mickey said with low volume, looking down at his empty bottle.

"I said goodbye to Jackie."

"I'm sorry..." she said softly glancing at her teleport disc and then the sonic.

"Mum was there? I told her...She doesn't listen does she?" She shook her head wondering who else was there. "Did Jake come through as well?"

"I know," this had allowed Mickey to smile a little. "I went after her, to see if she was okay. She's a fighter, your mum. Jake stayed in his world."

"And stubborn," she said with a knowing smile. "Bet dad must've been making a fuss." It was just a guess since she really didn't know and now she was really missing her family back home.

At the mention of Jake's fate she simple nodded. "Ah. Well guess someone had to watch over Control. You know I'd bet they like it here. Well Jake. Mum would probably take some time to adjust."

"Yeah, I miss them too," Mickey said carefully, waiting for a sudden outburst.

He looked around in the apartment again, like he hadn't done that a dozen times before since he came here.

"Hey, is that a..." he started, pointing at something on the wall, trying to change the subject.

Rose picked her head up and looked at the direction that was pointed at. She squinted her eyes. "It's a..." her voice trailed off as she got off the couch, leaving the now empty bottle of beer behind to look at the wall closely.

"Smudge. There's a smudge on my wall." she said and then laughed. "Lovely." She ran her finger through it to inspect. "You'd think they make these places as clean as possible. So, how's things? Work?"

"Work's good," Mickey tried to answer casually. He started feeling more and more uncomfortable with the minute.

"I'll go get us some more beer," he said as he walked into the kitchen, "you want some?"

She nodded looking back at him. "Yeah, please." Beer would help.

She wanted to say something more but bit her lip back and returned to the couch to pick up the sonic.

He gave her a beer and asked her what she was planning to do with the sonic, just to break the awkward silence.

She opened the bottle and took a sip, before her focus settled back on the device in her other hand. "I'm not sure...I'm still trying to figure it out."

"You can't really get out of the City at will. It just happens," Mickey said, still awaiting for her to stop this cool act, "or so I've heard."

"But you're going to do good. You're going to help save the universe again."

"Yeah, I know," she replied gripping the bottle tighter. It was so damn frustrating. She was stuck here and there was just no telling how worse it was getting back home.

"Just like old times," she said with sarcasm dripping from her voice. It wouldn't be like that. Not at all. If it had she'd be traveling with the Doctor and not finding herself back on that parallel planet.

"Only not." She pressed down on the sonic and the pink light lit up and the noise sounded. "It's not right."

Mickey thought about saying something about her evident girly version of a sonic screwdriver - it was pink! - but thought this might not be the best time.

"You want me to go?" he asked, secretly hoping she'd agree with that. He had no idea how to confort her. He'd always been there for her, even when she wasn't always there for him. But now he felt responsible for her pain a little and didn't know what to do.

She flicked the device back off and then on, and repeated it several times before finally leaving it off. He wanted to go? Leave her? "You want to go then? Is that it, Mickey?" She pointed the device at him and then towards the door. "Fine then, your choice. If you wanna go, go." she said, knowing that right now she wasn't the best of company, taking another drink from the bottle.

"Go on and find that girlfriend of yours. I'm sure she's out there just waiting."

Edited 2009-01-23 18:05 (UTC)

"No, I didn't mean it like that!" Mickey said defensive. "I just thought you'd rather be left alone right now."

Nevertheless, he got up and walked towards the door.

"I do care about you, you know," he said when he turned around again. "In a complete different way than I did a couple of years ago, of course. But if it wasn't for you, my life wouldn't be the way it is now. That's why you're still important to me, even though you ignored me and everyone else who ever cared about you for him."

Mickey had to pause to take a deep breath. He wasn't willing to get emotional over this, he was over it already, he'd long been.

"But all the same," he started talking again, at a lower volume now, "he let you go back to that parallel world while he let me stay. You call that love?"

"Yeah, well..." She found her voice trailing off yet again, recalling all those times she really had pushed everyone away when they tried to comfort her. But she couldn't bring herself then to let them in since she had been so focused on getting back. Now, however, well things had panned out quite differently hadn't they?

"He let me?" she repeated noticing that he was by the door now. She got to her feet. "Mickey, if I had a choice I would have never gone back there." And then she frowned, her eyes meeting the floor while doing her best to keep her emotions down but it was difficult.

"I-I'm sorry, Mickey, for everything." she blurted out as tears began to well up in her eyes. "And it's not about love." Not anymore. "The stars are blinking out of existence back home. You lived it and I haven't and I-I..." She just didn't know anymore.

Edited 2009-01-24 15:41 (UTC)

Mickey did a couple of steps in her direction, but then stood still again. He didn't know whether to leave or to comfort her. Seeing her like that brought a lump to his throat.

"I... I shouldn't have said that," he said after a few seconds of silence.

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