The atmosphere at the crowded club that night was lively and energetic – just the diversion Rose thought she needed to take her mind off things concerning the Doctor. The only problem, though, was that it wasn't working. Her thoughts of the Doctor were inescapable.
Rose and Colin sat at a small table just off to the side of the dance floor. Colin had tried to engage in friendly chit-chat, but Rose didn't exactly seem to be in a talkative mood. She stared off blankly towards the dance floor, not really focusing on anything in particular as her fingers tapped idly on the side of her drink.
Colin glanced towards the dance floor, then back to Rose. "So, you feel like dancing?" he asked, trying to sound upbeat in hopes that maybe he could lift her mood.
Rose turned her head, focusing back on him. "No. Not really," she replied, sounding as equally glum as she looked.
Rose's thoughts drifted back to the time when she and her first Doctor had danced together around the console in the TARDIS, matching each other step for step in perfect sync. Rose had not danced with this version of the Doctor since he had regenerated, but she was certain he would be amazing at it as he held her in his strong arms and moved his lean body in rhythm with hers. With a rueful sigh, Rose supposed that was something she would never know.
"If you don't like it here we could always try somewhere else," Colin offered.
Rose smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry. I'm rubbish company tonight, aren't I?"
"Hey, it's okay," he said with a reassuring smile, "I wasn't expecting a party. I know you just wanted to get out to try and take your mind off whatever happened between you and John."
Rose really didn't feel like she could go into all the details, but Colin was here and he was supportive, and she felt like she needed to talk to someone. Rose released a long, heavy breath. "That's the thing though, Colin. Nothing happened between us. I s'pose you could say that's the way it's always been. As much as I…as much as I thought…" She blew out another breath. "Nothing ever has happened between us, and nothing ever will. We've traveled together and had fun, but we're just friends. Nothing more." Rose shrugged and let out a mirthless laugh. "I'm not his type."
Colin's attention, however, was no longer on Rose as she spoke; instead, he was now focused over her shoulder as he looked towards the front doors of the club, a smile quirking at the corner of his lips. "No?" he asked, "Why's he here, then?" He nodded toward the doors.
Rose quickly turned her head around, and her eyebrows met her hairline as her eyes went wide. To her utter disbelief, she saw the Doctor walking into the club. In that moment, she wasn't sure what shocked her more: the fact that the Doctor was here, or the fact that he was currently wearing something other than the usual brown or blue suit. The sight of him quite literally made her breath catch. He was, in a single word, gorgeous. He wore a pair of fitted, dark blue jeans that melded to his physique in all the right places and a deep crimson t-shirt that matched his trainers. Though the Doctor had a lean build he was deceptively muscular, and she could make out the strong lines of his rippled chest beneath the thin, snug material of his shirt. Her mouth had suddenly gone dry. Did any man have a right to be that incredibly sexy?
Rose didn't think she had ever wanted him more than she did right in that moment. She also never wanted to haul off and slap him more than she did in that moment. Just what did he think he was doing strolling in here?
Like a laser beam, his eyes found hers the moment he walked in, but then he turned. Rose's eyes automatically dropped to focus on the curve of his firm, denim-clad bum in the perfectly fitted jeans as he strode casually over to the bar in her direct line of sight and took a seat.
