I woke up strapped down to a table. We were surrounded by the droids. I struggled against my restraints. Doctor! Where are you? I thought, hoping he would hear.
"Rose, Mickey, how are you doing?" I called.
"You are compatible." The Droid said to me.
"I don't think so. Races all over the galaxies fear our friend. He's coming." You better get down here now!
Why? I got a reply.
Kind of tied up here. Kidnapped by repair droids and all.
The blade was pressed to my throat again.
Please hurry! That's when I heard the drunk singing. I rolled my eyes. That idiot! He came in with wine, a pair of sunglasses, and a tie around his head.
"Have you met the french? My gosh they know how to party." I was too mad to speak.
"Oh ho ho! Brilliant, it's you! You are my favourite. You know why? Because your so thick. Your Mr. Thick Thick thickity thick face. From Thicktown, Thickania. And so's your dad." the doctor shut the droids down and set us free. I slapped him.
"Ow, what was that for?" He asked, holding his face.
"Where in the heck have you been? We were kidnapped. They were about to harvest my brain, and your off...partying with Madam De Pompadour." I pushed passed him and walked into the TARDIS, fuming.
I just sat in one of the bedrooms, trying to calm down. How could he be so...careless? But, then again, I do suppose my outburst was slightly...an overreaction. They were still gone for a few hours, but I soon heard them talking. After deciding to apologize to the Doctor, I walked into the room to see only the Doctor, reading something.
"Hey...um...look, I'm sorry I exploded on you. I was scared, and-" I stopped talking when he hugged me. I sighed and hugged him back.
"She's dead now, isn't she?" I asked. He nodded. "Doctor, I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too, by the way. I should have been more persistent in leaving." He said. I shook my head as he pulled back to look at me. I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back.
Later, I decided I would get to know Rose a bit more. We sat in the Library, just talking. I laughed as she told me stories about her and Jackie.
"She sounds fantastic." I said. She smiled.
"She is. So, are you going to tell me you and the Doctor's story?" She asked.
"Oh, you know. The story of how you met." I sighed.
"Well, there isn't really much to tell. I had a best friend. His name was...well, it doesn't matter what his name is. Anyway. We were just walking along one day when we ran into the Doctor. He didn't have many friends, and mainly just kept to himself. But we started talking. The three of us became the best of friends. We were inseparable. He helped me through...Our friend kind of went a little...insane."
"So when did you get together?"
"Well, I had been crying, because I was worried about our friend. He just...kissed me. We had been together ever since until we got separated." Her expression suddenly changed.
"What?" I asked. She shook her head.
"Nothing." She said. "Nothing at all."