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07 March 2007 @ 09:42 pm
Better With Two  
The trio had no intentions of meeting him as they set out on their assignment, planning to force entry to an ominous looking building. And he evidently had plans along the same lines. He was an odd sort of man who had appeared from nowhere with a ridiculously long and bright scarf about his neck and curls. Plenty of curls, Rose mused as they gazed at one another. He was smiling, wide and welcoming and she was tight lipped, swallowing her disappointment.

Jake’s gun is at the ready, his eyes are narrowed, threateningly. “Who are you?”

And if the man is alarmed, it isn’t shown by anything more than the raise of his brow so that it is hidden in the mass of his curly locks. He flipped his scarf over his shoulder and bowed, dramatically. “The Doctor.”

“…No.” Rose objects, quietly. Mickey moves closer to her and Jake doesn’t move his gun.

The Doctor tipped his head at Rose, as if genuinely concerned at the reaction of sad disbelief. From somewhere he pulls a bag which he offered, gladly. “…Jelly baby?” And he was met with cold silence. “…Well, that’s more for me, I suppose. Now, do you want my assistance or don’t you?”

Mickey and Jake looked to Rose. “…Mickey, Jake, take the back.” She pointed a finger to the Doctor. “You; you’re with me.”

He rolled his eyes. “No. You’re with me. Come along then. We’ll take the front.” And he moved off, gliding almost with a serene expression on his face. Baffled, the leader of Torchwood followed him.

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It wasn’t long at all before Rose was convinced this man was indeed the Doctor. His hand flitted into hers and he drug her about the warehouse as if he knew the place by heart. “You’re…you’re really him, aren’t you?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.” The Doctor smiled in a good natured manner when it was all said and done and they exited the place. Rose zipped up her leather coat against the breeze and crossed her arms over her chest.

But he seemed to understand, despite his words.

The Doctor always had a way of knowing these things. They walked in silence until the Doctor came to a street lamp which he opened, skillfully. The inside was bigger than the outside, and inside it was stark white and so unlike what she remembered.

“…It’s not a police box.” Her voice was a little bit nostalgic.

“Oh, goodness no. Had that fixed ages ago.” The Doctor mused with a laugh, leaving the door open in invitation.

She took it. “…It’s not like I knew it.”

He shrugged and she trailed her fingers across the walls and began to cry. The man flailed a bit and set a hand on her shoulder, offering the bag of sweets again. “Come with me.”

And he guided her without waiting for her answer back outside the TARDIS and nodded to the sky.

“Where to?”

“…What do you mean?”

“It’s better with two.”
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frstelf on March 8th, 2007 07:04 pm (UTC)
*keeps rereading it and squeeing every time* The ending is so cute and squishy in the best kind of way. Really. ^________^