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On a mission to cheer Rose up. (open to all recent companions on Rose's TARDIS )

The TARDIS had been worried about how much Rose had been drinking lately, she needed to cheer up a bit, or at least not drink herself stupid as much. So the firey redheaded projection, left the ship version of herself, and started to walk down the street. To those that weren't aware of what she was, she passed as a typical twenty year old woman. However if somebody were to bump into her, or touch her, they'd see she was nothing more then a hologram, at least for now.

She wasn't sure what to do to make the dark haired Rose cheer up, but she was determined to find something, well something other then liquor, and cigarettes.

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Rose pushes a button and closes the door behind him, the light from the hall was making her head hurt, when it closed, the room was dimly lighted by lights haging everywhere that resembled planets there were various colors mainly blues purples and greens, that lit the room in such a way that it was soothing, but not so dark that they couldn't see anything.

She sat up in bed holding her head some, before looking around, "there's a chair right there if you want to sit, you can just toss the stuff that's in it where ever." She then said, there were a pile of cloths on it, along with parts for the TARDIS, and a couple of laser guns that needed to be cleaned. "So, doctor, what brings you here anyway?" Might as well get to the point, she lit up a cigarette and washed the taste down with her scotch.

The differing light barely registered to him, as he scanned the room curiously. There was certainly more variety to this room's color scheme than he normally associated with Rose's rooms. But that was alright. It was charming.

"Oh no, no need for sitting." He did wander closer to her, though. "Well...followed a ginger projection of a TARDIS, and found you here. You were speaking a language I've never heard you use before." That was his language for 'a language you shouldn't know ever.'

She looked up at him. " I don't know what she was thinking, I hate to think what'll happen when she becomes corporeal." She sighs, "Yeah, it's a bit complicated. A lot has happened to me since the day we-- my Doctor, went to that game station." She gets up swaying some, as she grabs an ash tray, and another large bottle of liquor.

He made a face. "Ginger. That's...that's really terrible taste." That would be jealousy. He frowned, before wandering over to place a hand over the one of hers that held the bottle. "I think you've had enough of that already, Rose. The human body can only handle so much at once."

"Eh, it's better then her last five variations. For a while there her hair looked like she murdered a colony of Smurfs." She giggled some. But then she frowned at him when he said she had enough. "Eh, I've drank more then this many times before. Doesn't really matter to me one way or another." Her moods jumped around a lot, between being trashed, and the vortex constantly making her mind race, it was hard for her to think clearly.

"Well, she does like blue." He still frowned, though, and didn't drop his hand. "It doesn't matter to you how much you can handle, or whether you're about to go over the limit and poison yourself?"

Rose, sighed and gave him a sad painful dark look. "I stopped caring years ago, Doctor. I lost everyone I loved. My family, my Doctor, and with that my sanity and will to care... I'm tired, so very tired of seeing everything I've lost, and what I could have done in another universe to stop it... to save my Doctor, to save those that mattered to me most...." She still helped people though, mainly to try and make up for all she had lost. She finally gave in and set the bottle down for the moment. "Live or die, it's all the same to me, fought enough battles and bare enough scars on my body to just simply not care." She winced some at her recent injury, when she moved her arm some, before looking at it, "bloody hell... need to restitch that." She said to herself as she moved to the bed to sit.

It was heartbreaking--and he only had one heart left to break, so that could be alarming--to see what happened to this Rose. Parallel universes and infinite possibilities were easy for someone like him to imagine and understand, but to be confronted with such a miserable Rose...

He frowned, moving with her, and held out a hand for her arm. "Lt me see it."

"It's nothing, just a laser riffle wound." She sighed, not interested in arguing. Then pulled her shirt down where the wound was deep in her shoulder. "I'll be fine, really. Another day another battle wound. Should have known better then to take on a group of soldiers."

He frowned. Deeply, and dug out his newest sonic screwdriver--that his Time Lord self might or might not know about. "The wound's too old to fix completely, but I can make it better if you sit still. Accelerate the rate of healing there for a bit."

Rose held her shirt down, and tried to remain as still as possible, as he helped heal the wound some. The dark haired woman felt a change in her mood, which happened a lot when she got trashed, she longed for somebody to understand what she felt, and while the TARDIS did, at that moment she felt otherwise. She hadn't thought much about her actions or what it might do to the Doctor in front of her, so when he was finished with the sonic screwdriver, she grabbed him the arm and pulled him down on the bed next to her, before kissing him passionately and letting all of her memories from the time she became BadWolf right up until the moment she fought the Galactic Special Forces, in order to help Seth.

Although some people tended to call him the 'human' Doctor when they thought he couldn't hear them, for simplicity's sake, he remained half-Time Lord. That meant he still had very superior reflexes and thought processes and stunning reaction time.

Which meant, essentially, that he was capable of flailing a good deal, and successfully pocketing his sonic screwdriver, before concluding that 1) Rose was only kissing him, and 2) Someone taught her how to transfer telepathic thoughts through physical contact.

The memories initially distracted him from the actual kiss. Terribly sad, horrible memories no Rose should have to suffer. Thus, he being who he was--and no stranger to being suddenly snogged by Rose--when the memories slowed, he used his position to offer the support and comfort that he could. Through said snog.

Even though the memories slowed some, they hadn't fully stopped her mind raced, as she snogged the Doctor. certain words popped into her head unintentionally such words as BadWolf She felt the vortex push it's way to the surface of her mind, then for a moment she pulled away from him her eyes glowing a bit. "I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking..." She bit her lip some feeling the effects of the liquor still. After a moment though, she hugged him tightly and said, "stay with me, please. I'd like you to travel with me." She let out a slightly shaky breath, "I need you Doctor.." It was rare that she said she needed somebody, and for her those words didn't come easily, after a moment though she pulled back, her expression said how much she really did need him.
She wanted a real reason to keep moving forward, to stop killing herself through drinking, to stop running carelessly into battles she knew she'd either get injured or killed, and try to find happiness again, and she felt at that moment he could give her just that.

It was just as well she pulled away, because the burn of the vortex instinctively cause him to recoil. There wasn't all that far to move, so it would have entailed scrambling and falling off of the bed, otherwise, probably.

And that wouldn't have been dignified.

His alarm faded quickly to concern, however, and he brought up an arm to hold the dark haired Rose protectively. What had the Vortex done to this Rose? "Travel with you?"

"Yeah.." She felt a bit awkward now, and immediately went back to putting up her cool uncaring composure. "thought it could be fun, you don't have to of course." She shrugged as she got up to grab her lighter off the table and light up a cigarette, "Whatever, your call." Ok, so in truth Rose was really wanting him to come with, but She wasn't about to go begging him to do so.

His Time Lord self would have had many responses to the switch and the unspoken plea to let it pass. Usually it would have entailed speaking quickly, distracting her with something shiny, and acquiescing to the request.

That was one of the ways he diverged--call it a shorter life, or call it the influence of Donna, or call it a really good reward-benefit learning system--he didn't like leaving words and sentiments unspoken.

So instead, he settled next to where she sat, and touched her shoulder. "Rose. Look at me."

There was a part of her that instinctivly wanted to shut him out like all the rest of those that she asked to join her causally, as both a way to get close while being distant. The other part of Rose, wanted to open up and let him in. It took her a moment, and in that moment she took a long slow drag of her cigarette hoping that by actually opening up, it wouldn't end horribly like it did in the past.

She let out a breathe exhaling smoke then looked at him, her expression seemed cold and distant at first, but after a moment it softened.

This Rose...no Rose should be like this. If he had a target, he would have hunted down whatever or whoever did this to her, but even the limited number of memories he'd seen told him there was nothing. So his lone heart went out to her, an he squeezed her shoulder slightly. "You only had to ask, Rose. there's nowhere I'd rather be."

She smiled at his response, feeling a mix of joy, excitement, and the still present buzz of liquor, Rose hugged him tight before kissing him again. This time however there was no telepathic images flowing, just the simple joy of knowing she had somebody that understood her. Well somebody she fancied anyway, she didn't feel the need to hold anything back and let the snog become a bit more then just that kissed him as she then proceeded to bite his neck, and dug her long nails into his bare back, scratching some as she moved her hands down around his waist.

Joyful smiling was a good thing. It ought to be Rose Tyler's default state of being. Among many personal missions, one was to ensure that as often as possible, and this woman...this poor, unfortunate Rose, deserved it especially.

Given a choice between two, he would almost always choose the sort of snogging that did not end with searing images of the vortex. Incidentally, that was another way he diverged from his other self. But one he didn't mind at all. He found he quite enjoyed snogging.

That said, he held no objections to pushing further than that. He remained very enthusiastic about tugging her shirt free enough to explore familiar-unfamiliar skin and return her favor with much shorter nails.

At first, Rose felt a bit uncomfortable about the idea of the Doctor touching her, simply because there were a lot of scars on her body, some very deep and easily noticeable when he touched her. But after a moment, she didn't hesitate to remove her shirt, followed by his, and continued to kiss, and bite him.

Now, he truly was the last person Rose should have worried about being turned away by her scars. He'd seen and had much worse, and, well, by some approximations he himself was missing at least half of his internal organs. Physical imperfections were the least of his concerns.

Although, it had to be said, even if there were some shocking difference, it wouldn't matter to him. Rose simply was and that was enough for him, no further qualifications.

He returned her bites with nips of his own. It was a good deal more aggressive than Rose usually was, but it wasn't something he was unused to. His fingers, meanwhile, traced and mapped and memorized scars. They were a part of her, as much as her hair--whether peroxide or dark--and as much a part of this one as the smell of smoke and liquor and the crackling of the vortex permeating er skin.

The dark haired woman, proceeded to undress him completely, with every kiss and bite she grew more and more aggressive.
Rose was more dominant and showed it by how quickly and aggressively she fully undressed herself and him, before pushing him with full force back down onto her bed pinning his arms down next to his head, her grip was tight and she smirked some saying, "hope you like it ruff..." That was all she said before she allowed herself to truly, become close to him.

Oh, he didn't mind aggressiveness or assertiveness. It was different from usual, but not a bad different. Although, he would make no promises about whether he'd keep his hands so inactive for long. He really liked his hands.

He spared a brief grin, before leaning upward--easily enough despite the positioning of his arms--and kissed away any other remarks she might have been holding in reserve.

Seth had been working on hacking into the main military systems, when he managed to pull some very important information regarding, where they were going to be looking next to try and find Silence.

After a moment, he proceeded to walk towards Rose's room, she had told him that when her door was unlocked they could just come in, especially when she was drunk because often times she either was listening to music to loud to hear anybody, or resting from another migraine and didn't want to leave the room. In this case however it was neither one, and when he opened the door he saw the woman naked on top of somebody his mind went completely blank and his only response "oh gross..." He wasn't actually grossed out by it, but rather it was a bit of a cold awkward joke.

On a mission to cheer Rose up. (open to all recent companions on Rose's TARDIS )

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