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Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Rose watched him putter about. She didn't know him? Ha. Who was he kidding? Sarah Jane had been right. That? Was something his younger self did just as much. Refused to sit idle, refused to allow himself time to just relax. Never mind that no one had bothered organizing this stock, ever. He had to keep busy.

A near-death experience. Go figure. "So some things never change," she joked, though her voice was quiet. "As usual, you go taking on the galaxy. Fighting evil... Who were you protecting, hmm? A whole planet? A spaceship? A satellite?" Maybe she didn't know this new version of him. And maybe she didn't even know the one she'd been with that entire time as well as she might have. But he should at least give her the credit she deserved. She did know you, Doctor. Just not the way you wanted her to. Not the way her future self would.

Biting her lower lip, Rose hesitated before looking back at the nearly-pouting Time Lord. He looked awfully cute that way, lower lip sticking out like a child deep in thought. And she sort of hated herself for thinking that. "Did you make me stay where I was safe and sound there, too?" The words were, perhaps, meant to goad him a bit. But she was also genuinely curious. "Or is that just something the other you does? Nine, they call him?"

Because if Rose had decided one thing in her time away from the museum, it was that she was done with this John Smith nonsense. He didn't exist. The tall, lanky man was the Doctor, for better or for worse. And she really, really hoped it was for better.