|Rose Tyler Will Defend the Earth (plusone) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2013-09-02 18:17:00
|Entry tags:||guy of gisborne, rose tyler|
Who: Rose Tyler and Guy of Gisborne
What: Serious talks need to happen
When: Late Monday night when Rose gets home
Where: Guy's flat
Though she was angry and hurt, Rose could admit Guy was right about one thing: she had a lot of pride. She was also ridiculously stubborn and hard-headed and refused to listen to reason when she felt a wrong was being done. So of course she'd gone on the hunt, despite Bo's warnings. And she'd nearly been hurt and if it hadn't been for Harry, she likely would have. Maybe she even would have died. And the bad part of that was the nagging voice in her head that was simply angry that Guy had been right.
She really didn't know where to go with that. The man still meant everything to her. She loved him, more than she sometimes knew what to do with. But that didn't mean she could sit back and ignore the fact that he was being horrible to the people she cared so deeply about. That wasn't fair and she hated it. He had a right to be wary. He didn't have a right to be so damned cruel.
And yet after a quick stop at the Complex to make sure Harry was taken care of (and to allow Martha her five minutes of fretting over Rose), she found herself back behind the wheel. She hadn't even stopped to unload her duffle bag, which still rode in the back of her car. Instead, she was at the Greaves complex and she knew exactly why.
It was late and it was possible he wouldn't want to see her. There was even the slight chance he wouldn't be home, having gone off to lament about stubborn women who needed to get off their high horses and not be so idiotic. But she was there anyway and she knocked on the door of the by then familiar flat. It had become as much home to her as her room at John's, now occupied by a small blonde, or her own flat in the Complex. Not quite as much as her room on the TARDIS. But that would come in time.
Unless this all went badly. She had to try.
She was tired from the long drive, her hair was probably disheveled, she was still in the jeans and hooded sweatshirt she'd worn while traveling. How did it always come to this? To showing up at his door unannounced with the weight of the world on her shoulders? Maybe he did deserve better.