Series Three with Rose: All the Bits Inbetween

Part 8

"The pig and the showgirl!" said Martha as her, Rose and the Doctor stood near the TARDIS looking out at the city of New York.

"The pig and the showgirl!" repeated the Doctor grinning.

The three of them laughed and turned to head back to the TARDIS.

"Just proves it I suppose," said Martha glancing at the Doctor, "there's someone for everyone."

The Doctor's smile disappeared for a moment before returning when his eyes settled on Rose who was walking ahead of them. "Maybe," he said quietly.

...

Once inside the TARDIS, Rose removed her jacket, she smelt of sewers and sweat after the day's running.

"I'm gonna go take a shower," she said turning around.

"Good plan," said the Doctor smiling broadly at her.

Rose sauntered off in the direction of the bedrooms, thoughts hanging on the events of today. In particular the conversation she had overheard between Martha and Tallulah.

"You're lucky tho', you got yourself a forward thinking guy with that hot-potato in the sharp suit."

"Oh, he's not...we're not...together."

"Oh sure you are, I've seen the way you look at him, it's obvious."

At hearing this Rose had fled, unable to listen to any more. So Martha liked the Doctor and the Doctor probably liked Martha. Was Rose just getting in the way?

Sighing sadly to herself, Rose entered her bedroom and began to undress. Slipping a towel securely around herself, she made her way to one of the many bathrooms littered around the TARDIS.

Finding an empty one, she slipped her towel off and stepped into the shower, allowing her thoughts and worries get washed away with the water, even if it was only for a short while.

The Doctor wandered down the TARDIS corridor, ruffling up his newly washed hair and thinking about the day. His first adventure with Rose back at his side and he wasn't even able to spend much time with her at all. She had wandered off, as usual, gone to help someone. He'd spent the majority of his time with Martha, who questioned him on everything.

He liked Martha, he really did, but he hated having to explain himself over and over again. Rose usually just jumped in recklessly, that's what he loved about her.

Martha was just different to Rose. The way she stared after him sometimes made him feel uneasy.

He knew Martha liked him, but he just didn't feel the same, he only had eyes for one person.

The Doctor stopped at a door at the end of the corridor and softly knocked on it.

"Come in," shouted a voice from inside.

The Doctor entered the room to find Rose sitting on her bed in her pink pyjamas and fluffy socks brushing her damp hair.

"Hey," he said, leaning against the doorframe in an attempt to look cool and mysterious.

"What do you want?" said Rose grinning playfully.

The Doctor grinned back.

"Just wanted to know if you want to watch a film?" he asked, sounding embarrassed.

"What film?" said Rose leaning over and fussing with her hair in the mirror.

"Anything. You pick."

Rose glanced over at him.

"Really? You want me to pick?"

The Doctor nodded.

"Even after that incident with 'The Notebook' when you didn't stop crying for a week!"