Slumped against her bedroom wall, Rose let out a deep, sarcastic laugh. She'd thought there'd been something there… but that hope had been firmly squashed when he stepped through the fireplace with her. Reinette. Elegant and educated, Madam Du Pompadour, the uncrowned queen of France.

No competition for Rose Tyler, nineteen year old shop girl with no prospects, no future.

They're in his room now. The Doctor's room. His deep murmurings punctuated by a high pitched girlish giggle. The thought of what was coming next made Rose heave. His eyes upon her face… his hand upon her hand. His hands caressing her skin…

Opening the top draw of her bedside table she opened a bottle of sleeping pills and downed two quickly. She felt the TARDIS hum her concerns.

"Don't worry old girl, nothing dangerous. I just, I need some sleep"

Rose felt her surroundings ebb away slowly. I've gotta accept this… he likes her, maybe even loves her. Whatever makes him happy, that's all I want for him. I've been such a fool.

He's not my Doctor, and he never has been.

TBC