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Mecca's Rose
He'd gone back after talking to Rowan. Back through a shop door and into Torchwood Cardiff, as if he'd never left. A faint impression of having forgotten something soon abandoned for hauling Mickey back out to the SUV, and refusing to go back into the Hub. Jack insisted on going back to London with them, and the entire trip had been one argument running into another.
It had been made fairly clear that he wouldn't be able to take the Master away from Earth and his little plan without bringing Jack along as well, and he wasn't going to subject his TARDIS to that much trauma. Three days locked in a suite with the Master that he carefully pretended didn't happen, and at least he was fairly certain he could leave the Master alone for a few years without him taking over the universe.
Not that he intended to do so. Took the TARDIS, picked up his companion, headed off on adventures. Walked out of the TARDIS one morning and into a cafe that wasn't where he'd landed it, memory rushing back at him. He spun around, glaring at the empty space where the TARDIS should be, and sighed, running a hand over his hair.
Turning back, he spotted a familiar figure, and winced. He didn't know how long it had been since he'd been here, only that it had been most of a month for him. He approached slowly, his hands in his pockets, and slouching slightly.
"Rose?"
It had been made fairly clear that he wouldn't be able to take the Master away from Earth and his little plan without bringing Jack along as well, and he wasn't going to subject his TARDIS to that much trauma. Three days locked in a suite with the Master that he carefully pretended didn't happen, and at least he was fairly certain he could leave the Master alone for a few years without him taking over the universe.
Not that he intended to do so. Took the TARDIS, picked up his companion, headed off on adventures. Walked out of the TARDIS one morning and into a cafe that wasn't where he'd landed it, memory rushing back at him. He spun around, glaring at the empty space where the TARDIS should be, and sighed, running a hand over his hair.
Turning back, he spotted a familiar figure, and winced. He didn't know how long it had been since he'd been here, only that it had been most of a month for him. He approached slowly, his hands in his pockets, and slouching slightly.
"Rose?"