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[theresme]

After all that, and making her apologies, Rose had fled the Inn for the safety of the TARDIS, and probably clung rather tightly to the Doctor for a while. Maybe he'd realized why, maybe not, but that's the way of things

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[goodinasuit]

Here, Rose, have a Ianto.

He's still not very sure why he's in this place or if he's even comfortable being here, but he can't leave an upset girl alone, no!

Well, he probably should. Comforting? Not his forte.

But he'll offer a bit of tea nonetheless.

"Miss? Perhaps you should sit down?"

He's trying, Rose, he is.

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Rose glances over at him, then back at the door. It's not really right, she thinks, leaving Mickey out there, but... well, considering no time is going to pass for him, it doesn't actually seem like that big a deal.

"I suppose, yeah," she says wearily, rubbing a hand over her face and heading for the nearest available squishy chair.

[goodinasuit]

Well, at least she seems to be familiar with the place. Ianto isn't very sure he'd be too skilled at explaining everything just yet.

So he will follow her, only to think up a cup of his original tea and offer it out to her.

"It looks like you might need a break, yeah?"

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She sips the tea, grimaces a little, and thinks up a couple of sugar cubes and some more cream. Have to make it right, after all.

"Sort of, yeah." She sips the tea again - there, that's better. "More like... I need to figure out what to do. He just... left. We can't get home without him, and there's only so much food on the TARDIS, so..."

Never mind that Ianto probably won't understand most of that. She just needed to babble a bit.

[molokovcocktail]

The less said about Molokov's time after the Music, the better. Suffice it to say that he's been avoiding interaction of any sort.

When he spies Rose in the lobby, his intention was to fade away before she sees him. When he notices how upset she seems, he changes his mind and goes over to her.

"Rose?"

He never could stand to see people he worries about be unhappy.

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She looks up, and... well, she's not that close to him. Except that she is. And she trusts him. And she's been left behind by someone she trusts, loves, someone she thought she was important to. He just... left her stuck in the future without a second thought. Without even asking if she was okay with it. She would've let him go.

And the fact that Alexander's still here...

She takes a couple steps forward, pretty much just running into his chest, and wraps her arms around his neck and pressing her face into his shoulder.

[molokovcocktail]

Molokov is surprised by the hug, but well - she needs it, clearly, so he wraps his arms around her and holds her close.

"What is it," he asks after a few moments. He almost hopes it involves something he can shoot - it would make him feel better.

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"He left," she says faintly, her voice shaking a bit. "He just... left, and the TARDIS is with me and I don't think he can get back." She laughs, a bit hysterically. "We're gonna die thousands of years in my future and he's back in 18th century France snogging Madame de Pompadour!"

She's... a bit jealous. And scared. And upset.

[allthroughtime]

Look Rose, it's a Ten!

Not the Ten you're waiting for but hey, baggers can't be choosers.

He's on his feet when he catches sight of her, not so much taking in her current state of mind in but rather being excited about the fact there's a Rose around in general.

"Hey you," he starts as he trots over to her grinning. His mood will change though when he finally takes note of her expression.

"Rose? What's going on? What's happened then?"

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The narration apologizes for what is about to happen. For that matter, Rose will, too, once she's calmed down.

She looks up, sees him, and... rather slaps him across the face.

Her mother's child, that one.

"You left us! You just... charged right through the mirror and it all shut down and you left us stranded on an abandoned spaceship in the 51st century while you're off in 18th century France snogging Madame de Pompadour!"

She may be getting very close to screeching, but she doesn't quite make it. She has her standards, after all. She's not that much like Jackie.

[allthroughtime]

Ten's narration sees no need for apologies. Ten himself might but his opinion doesn't matter.

"Hey!"

Don't mind if he takes a couple of steps back so he can be out of her arm's reach. Slap him once, shame on him. Slap him twice....Well, he probably deserved it but that clearly isn't the point.

While she's off and ranting, he's recalling the situation, a grin on his face. "Yeah, those were good times, weren't they? Well, for the most part. Well, once we got passed the clockwork crew. Still wish we'd taken the horse though. I liked him...Not sure what I would've done with him but I liked him."

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She's trying, oh so hard, not to stop crying again. She'd finally stopped and she was not going to start again. Except... it's really hard.

"You left me!" she repeats, and her voice and eyes are full of hurt. He abandoned her. And now he's just standing there smiling.