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When; January 4th
Rating; PG
Characters; Rose Tyler

missrosetyler and The Second Doctor

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Summary; Rose returns to her flat to find her new flat mate getting into trouble.
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The shop had been busy but Rose Tyler isn't about to give into her exhaustion, not when she's entering the lift to head to her flat. The day's events flash through her mind, the loud customers, the piles of clothes that needed to be folded and hung and the countless of other things that came along with running a shop. Which reminds her that she really needs to get to the pile of clothes back at her flat. Just as the lift dings signaling her floor, she steps out and walks down the hallway reaching her door. She fishes her key out and enters closing the door behind her.

It all just seems too quiet. No sounds of trains that she has gotten used to.

"Doctor? Are you in?"

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When he exits the kitchen, Rose follows knowing that the cookies should be alright on their own. Not like the flat was going to burn.

When she finds him in the loo next to her pile of clothes, her heart leaps into her throat or so it feels like.

"No!" she almost shouts. "It's okay, really. That's sort of my job, Doctor." She reaches for his arm trying to steer him away from the pile of clothes.

Her tone surprises him. He thought she'd be grateful for the help. The clothes do seem rather dirty. In fact, he can smell a dampness and sees some odd stains.

"Are you sure? I thought I could help with a few things."

He wonders why she's so...worried? She sounded worried about something.

Oh she is worried alright even with as much as she tries to hide it. Her eyes just can't lie.

"Positive," she says trying to sound as normal as possible. Why couldn't she had left these back in the TARDIS?

"Besides you're baking just now. Don't want you doing all the work."

Will he buy that?

"Well, that's I had the timer set," he replies.

Her behavior seems a little more stranger than usual. Now he wonders if there's something she's hiding. He thinks better of it.

"Well, I suppose it's not important then."

Although, there is something he smells there that almost seems familiar.

"I appreciate that you really want to help out. I really do." she says eyeing the pile before gathering a small pile in her arms to put in the wash.

"But we've all got our duties, yeah? I'd be taking advantage of you if I let you do this." and that is something that she does not want to do. Well that and finding out about other things.

He seems to agree with this sentiment. Still, he can't help but wonder what it is he noticed. Perhaps it's none of his business.

"Oh, very well." he says.

He starts heading for the kitchen again to get another brownie. However, he is curious about one thing.

"Did you enjoy the festivities, by the way?"

She rushes over to the washing machine located in the back of the kitchen area and proceeds to dump the clothes in the machine before reaching for the washing powder.

The question is crystal clear but how to go about answering it?

"Yeah, it was brilliant," she responds trying to focus on powering the machine and turning the correct setting. Her back's to him so he can't see the slight blush at her cheeks. It had been quite a night indeed.

Well, at least she enjoyed herself. Helping himself to another brownie, a question forms in his mind.

"You didn't hear from Pinstripes that night, did you?" he asks.

He's wondering this because she did mention that he had been entertaining "supermodels." They really weren't, though. Just some girls who were entertained by his stories.

It was only going to be a matter of time before he asked that question. She glances over at him, tucking some hair behind her ear.

"Yeah," In more ways than one. "He sort of stopped by for a bit. Why?"

So he did find her that night. That's interesting.

"He was supposed to bring you with him," he says.

He remembers not seeing his other self again that night when he went to call her. He thought the buffoon would have brought her along.

"Was he?" she says attempting to look surprised. Really she knows that he was. But they had gotten side tracked with other things.

"He was really out of it by the time he got here that I thought a walk would do him some good." she starts off thinking it is a good explanation to start off with.

"So we went for a walk and just sort of got lost." She looks away from him and towards the timer. It wasn't a complete lie.

He nods. He did remember his other self had been just as bad off as he was. Still, there was one thing that was bothering him.

"So you were together all through the next day?"

That could be why she wasn't around when he got in.

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His question only confirms that he had made it back to the flat.

"He needed someone to watch over him," she says trying to sound convincing and yet unable to meet his eyes. She recalls that unknown bottle of liquor and how amazing it had tasted.

"I've never seen him sloshed like he was." she adds with a laugh hoping that he is buying it.

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That doesn't really sound like his other self. If anything, he would bristle at having a baby-sitter.

"It was his suggestion? Your looking after him?"

His next question is already formed in his mind.

She nods quickly thinking that he had been the one to suggest the detour. Well he had insisted hadn't he?

"Yeah. He was just so gone."

"Then where did you two end up?"

There's only one place he could think of, but he had been very hesitant to bring her there. Was his other self really that far gone? He managed to keep it together long enough to get to the flat without help.

"The TARDIS," the reply is quick and with a grin as she recalls fondly.

"But like I said really drunk that night." she adds focusing back on him before going over to reach for a brownie.

There was some truth to her words.

Well, that would explain it. He still can't help but wonder why she seems so nervous.

"So he's got it back in one piece, eh?" he says. "Took him long enough."

"Tell me about it," she mutters under her breath trying to swallow down her nervousness. How many more questions can he ask anyway?

"Not everything, I don't think. But it was presentable."

He has another question to ask, but wonders. How far gone was his other self. He knew he could be...odd when he was wasted. Jamie had said so once.

"Presentable," he repeats.

"The console room looked just as I had remembered it." she recalls with a grin. And some new rooms that she hadn't seen as well but she wasn't about to let that slip.

"No wires sticking out or anything." She bites her lip. It can't get any worse can it?

"I suppose not, no."

He can't help but wonder, though. His other self asking to be looked after seems out of character. He can't help but ask.

"Did he try doing anything untoward?"

She might not know the word but she can guess the meaning as she freezes for a moment and tries to look confused.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Out of character."

He's trying to be delicate, because in a sense, this is him they're talking about.

"He didn't try any...funny business?" he finally asks.

She throws her head back with a laugh in an attempt to hide the nervousness and throw him off.

"Why would he, Doctor? He's not like that." If he only knew and yet she still can't look him in the eye.