Rose Returns

Mickey Smith (Part II)

As I looked up, I saw...Mickey?

What the hell was he doing up there on the roof?

I tried yelling at him, but he was way too high. I saw him edging forward, and I knew I would never be able to make it up in time.

So I did what The Doctor would have done - something crazy, but might just work. I hopped right back into my car, and pulled it up against the building where Mickey would land on it, but he saw me. I don't think he saw my face, but he saw someone moving a car in his way, so he backed up until I couldn't see him anymore. I decided it was now or never. I hopped out of my car, ran into the building, and pressed the button for the lift. When it took just a couple seconds too long, I started to run up the stairs.

By the time I made it to the roof, I couldn't see him. Had he already jumped? No, he was too scared. He would have took another twenty minutes to work his nerves up to the edge again. I ran around the small box I had came out of, and there he was, just standing there, shaking.

He hadn't heard me yet, and I decided not to talk and scare him. I moved closer to him, so I could stop him from going over, and said, "Mickey?"

As predicted, he was startled and went to jump, but I had my hands out and gripped his shoulders to stop him. He turned around and looked at me like I was the one about to commit suicide.

I half walked-half dragged him downstairs into his apartment, and the whole time, neither of us said a word. When we got inside he just broke down. He sobbed and I couldn't calm him down. When I decided enough was enough, I stood and got a cup of tea ready for him, and got a bottle of water out of the fridge. One was for him to drink when he had calmed down, and the other was to get him TO calm down. I walked back into the living room, and poured the water over his head. He stood and yelled in my face, "ROSE, WHAT IN BLOODY HELL WAS THAT FOR?" That was it.

I started to yell back, "ME? WHAT DID I DO? YOU'RE THE ONE WHO ABOUT SCARED ME TO DEATH! ALTHOUGH, I GUESS YOU DON'T CARE 'BOUT DEATH. HUH?" I could tell the guy was scared, and he went Sat back down silently. So, I gave him his tea. "Here, drink this." He had it all down within a minute. I asked him why he was about to kill himself, and he started his long story. "Torchwood called." I wanted him to continue, but I had had enough with them so I cut him off.

"What does this have to do with anything?"

"Just listen."

So he started to tell me all about what happened, and how he came to want to die.