The Girl Who Accidentally Ran Away (A Doctor Who Fan-fiction)

Chapter Thirty: The Doctor Dances

Rose sat down in a wheel chair of her own and the Doctor stood by the window on the desk with his screwdriver while Moonlight Serenade continued to play.

"What are you doing?" Rose asked.

"Trying to set up a resonation pattern in the concrete, loosen the bars."

"You don't think he's comin' back, do ya?"

"Wouldn't bet my life."

"Why don't you trust him?" She asked.

"Why do you?"

"Saved my life. Bloke-wise, that's up there with flossing. I trust him because he's like you. Except with dating and dancing."

"Not dating!" I shouted. They ignored me.

"What?" Rose asked.

"You just assume..."

"What?"

"You just assume I don't dance."

"Katherine, does he dance?" She called.

"Not with me." I answered.

"Doesn't the universe implode or something if you dance?" She asked.

"Well, I've got the moves, but I wouldn't want to boast." She walked over to the radio, turning it up and then coming over to me, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the chair.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Killing two birds with one stone." She said. "You've got the moves? Show me your moves." She nodded towards me.

"Rose, I'm trying to resonate concrete."

"Jack will be back, he'll get us out, so come on. Prove a point, and maybe put an end to this ridiculous fight you two have going on." I crossed my arms, looking up at him. "The world doesn't end 'cause the Doctor dances." He stopped scanning the wall, jumping down off of the table. He grabbed my hand, but paused, looking at my palm.

"Barrage balloon." He said.

"What?" Rose asked.

"You two were hanging from a barrage balloon." I looked at him, nodding.

"Yeah...I dislocated my shoulder, too." I pointed out. He stepped closer to me, putting a hand on my shoulder and feeling along it.  Rose came between us, putting one of the Doctor's hands on my wasit, and pressing our palms together.

"You'll find your feet at the end of your legs, you may care to move them." His hand wrapped around to my back, pressing my up against his chest, and he intertwined our fingers."Captain Jack fixed us up."

"Oh, we're calling him Captain Jack now?" He asked, not looking away from me.

"His name is Jack and he's a Captain."

"He's not really a captain, Rose. If he was ever a captain, he's been defrocked."

"Yeah? Shame I missed that." Rose said.

"Actually I quit. Nobody takes my Frock." I looked up to see that we were standing on the Spaceship. I pulled away from the Doctor, standing beside him. "Most people notice when they've been teleported. You guys are so sweet." I rolled my eyes, and the Doctor wrapped an arm around me, putting a hand on my hip.

"Are you done pouting?" I whispered, leaning back against him. 

"I don't pout." He answered, his lips brushing against the top of my ear, making me shiver.

"You were."

"Sorry about the delay. Had to take the Nav-com off-line to override the teleport security."

"You can spend ten minutes overriding your own protocols. Maybe you should remember whose ship it is." The Doctor said, pulling away from me.

"I do. She was gorgeous. Like I told her, be back in five minutes."

"This is a Chula ship." The Doctor pointed out.

"Yeah, just like the medical transporter. Only this one is dangerous." I grabbed the Doctor's hand, remembering that he'd burned himself on the console. I snapped my fingers and the Nanogenes flooded to his hand.

"They're what fixed our hands up, and Katherine's shoulder. Jack called them, um..."

"Nanogenes." I answered.

"Sub-atomic robots. There's millions of them in here, see? Burned my hand on the console when we landed. All better now."

"They activate when the bulk head's sealed. Check you out for damage...fix any physical flaws." The Doctor and I made eye contact sa the pieces started to fall together in my mind. "Jack, take us to the crash sight. We need to see the Transporter."

"Soon as I get the Nav-Com back online. Make yourself comfortable. Carry on with whatever it was you were doing."

"We were talkin' about dancing." The Doctor replied.

"It didn't look like talking."

"It didn't look like Dancing." Rose added. I walked over to a ledge, sitting down. The Doctor sat next to me. Rose and Jack were talking in the corner.

"I'm sorry." The Doctor said quietly, not looking at me. "I was jealous that you were flirting with someone else, and it was stupid, and I apologize for saying all those things." I nodded.

"Why would you be jealous?" I asked. "You know I would never intentionally flirt with someone unless it was necessary, and even then I obviously wouldn't mean it. I'm with you, you idiot."

"I know. I know. It's just...I think it was everything that Rose said. He's like me, only with dating and dancing, and...I don't know, I just thought in the moment that might have been preferable to you-"

"I've been traveling with you for hundreds of years." I pointed out. "I've met thousands of interesting men, and I'm still with you. What does that tell you?" He sighed, nodding. "I don't care about all of that. The slow dancing and dates and romance. What we do...saving lives, helping people...watching people like Rose see the universe with fresh eyes," He looked over at her and chuckled, "That is far more preferable to me than any slow dance." He looked at me now, his eyes glancing at my mouth every so often. "You really want to kiss me right now, don't you?"

"Yeah, kind of." I chuckled. "But not in front of him."

"Don't worry about him." I replied, leaning forward and pressing my mouth against his. He kissed me back, his hand coming up to the side of my face. I pulled away, my fingers lightly grasping the lapel of his jacket. "I love you, you idiot."

"I love you too."

"So, you used to be a Time Agent, now you're trying to con them?" Rose asked. I tuned into their conversation, looking at them.

"If it makes me sound any better, it's not for the money."

"For what?"

"Woke up one day when I was still working for them, found they'd stolen two years of my memories. I'd like them back."

"They stole your memories?"

"Two years of my life, no idea what I did. Your friends over there don't trust me," Rose looked at us, "And for all I know, they're right not to. Ok, we're good to go. Crash sight?"