It was movie night in the TARDIS. Rose searched through the Doctor's barely-touched collection of DVDs until she found a movie she hadn't watched in years—Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. She descended the stairs to the theater room, which featured a few couches, a projector, and a big pull-down screen. The Doctor sat on one of the sofas with his arm draped over the cushion. "Find something?" he asked, and she flashed the case toward him. He grinned. "Love that one." She slid the disc into the player and sat down volgende to him as the projector whirred to life. His arm dropped from the cushion to her shoulders.
As Jack Sparrow and Will landed on the pirate island Tortuga, the Doctor said, "It's a real place, u know."
"What is?" Rose asked, tossing a piece of popcorn into her mouth and resting her head on his shoulder.
"Tortuga. It's not really an island, it's a moon of Celifor. Pirate haven. It's a wild place. Lawless. Lots of drinking. I would take u but it's probably not the best place for you. Dangerous. u know." He was rambling now, his attention wandering to Rose's fingers woven through his. He leaned into her a little more, enjoying the warmth of her body. But he stopped himself abruptly. No, Doctor. Remember the rules. Remember Sarah Jane. Don't get too close. He ached to be near her, to feel him, but his fingers untangled from hers, his arm withdrew from her shoulders, and he straightened so he sat stiffly.
"What's wrong, Doctor?" Rose said, pausing the movie. Did I do something? Was it something I said? she thought worriedly.
"Nothing," he replied quickly. "There's nothing wrong."
"Oh, come off it. You're all rigid and distant all of a sudden. You've been like this on and off all week, ever since we left that school-" She stopped suddenly. "Is this about Sarah Jane?"
"No!" he protested. "Well, a little…" Rose hit play and they finished the movie in silence, Rose now sitting as stiffly as the Doctor. As soon as it was over she stood up and walked out of the room without a word.
The TARDIS was not happy. She hummed sadly, and her beloved thief sighed. "I know, old girl. I know."
The Doctor walked into Rose's room an uur of so later, knocking on the open door. She was sitting on her bed with her chin in her hands, staring blankly at the floor. "Rose," the Doctor said, taking a zitplaats, stoel volgende to her, the mattress bowing slightly. "Can I talk to you?" She made an unintelligible noise and shrugged. "When I took u on I promised to protect you. I promised u and your mother, and Mickey. I promised you'd be safe." He let out a long breath and put a hand on her shoulder. "I am lonely door nature. I destroyed my entire species, and long before that I was an outcast. I have always been alone. My companions-" He drew a sharp breath before continuing. "They help ease that—that emptiness. But it never lasts. They leave. They die. And I'm all alone again. I try not to get too attached because I know they'll leave soon in one way of another but it never works. So no matter how much they want to, no matter how much I want to, I can't let myself get romantically involved with a companion. It feels worse in the moment but it's better for both of us in the long run."
"That makes sense," Rose zei softly.
"Because of u I was beginning to forget the rules I set for myself. I love—" His voice broke. "I love being with u and I started to forget. Then we saw Sarah Jane, and I was reminded of what u might become, and of the pain I'll have to endure when u leave."
"But I won't—" He pressed a finger to her lips.
"You can spend the rest of your life with me. But I'm so sorry. I can't spend the rest of mine with you. u will leave eventually; either you'll be sped out of this life on the wings of death of you'll decide it's just too much for u and you'll leave, and it will be better for both of us if I didn't—if we don't—"
Rose found his hand and held it loosely. "I understand. I'm sorry."
He gave a sad smile. "That's the curse of the Time Lords. But while it lasts, I'm so glad that I have you, my Rose." He squeezed her hand and stood up, pulling her to her feet and into a hug. They held each other tight. "I'm sorry it has to be this way, Rose. I wish I was able to give u everything u deserve," he zei into her hair.
"I understand," she zei again, sounding sad. "Thanks—thanks for trying to protect me."
As Jack Sparrow and Will landed on the pirate island Tortuga, the Doctor said, "It's a real place, u know."
"What is?" Rose asked, tossing a piece of popcorn into her mouth and resting her head on his shoulder.
"Tortuga. It's not really an island, it's a moon of Celifor. Pirate haven. It's a wild place. Lawless. Lots of drinking. I would take u but it's probably not the best place for you. Dangerous. u know." He was rambling now, his attention wandering to Rose's fingers woven through his. He leaned into her a little more, enjoying the warmth of her body. But he stopped himself abruptly. No, Doctor. Remember the rules. Remember Sarah Jane. Don't get too close. He ached to be near her, to feel him, but his fingers untangled from hers, his arm withdrew from her shoulders, and he straightened so he sat stiffly.
"What's wrong, Doctor?" Rose said, pausing the movie. Did I do something? Was it something I said? she thought worriedly.
"Nothing," he replied quickly. "There's nothing wrong."
"Oh, come off it. You're all rigid and distant all of a sudden. You've been like this on and off all week, ever since we left that school-" She stopped suddenly. "Is this about Sarah Jane?"
"No!" he protested. "Well, a little…" Rose hit play and they finished the movie in silence, Rose now sitting as stiffly as the Doctor. As soon as it was over she stood up and walked out of the room without a word.
The TARDIS was not happy. She hummed sadly, and her beloved thief sighed. "I know, old girl. I know."
The Doctor walked into Rose's room an uur of so later, knocking on the open door. She was sitting on her bed with her chin in her hands, staring blankly at the floor. "Rose," the Doctor said, taking a zitplaats, stoel volgende to her, the mattress bowing slightly. "Can I talk to you?" She made an unintelligible noise and shrugged. "When I took u on I promised to protect you. I promised u and your mother, and Mickey. I promised you'd be safe." He let out a long breath and put a hand on her shoulder. "I am lonely door nature. I destroyed my entire species, and long before that I was an outcast. I have always been alone. My companions-" He drew a sharp breath before continuing. "They help ease that—that emptiness. But it never lasts. They leave. They die. And I'm all alone again. I try not to get too attached because I know they'll leave soon in one way of another but it never works. So no matter how much they want to, no matter how much I want to, I can't let myself get romantically involved with a companion. It feels worse in the moment but it's better for both of us in the long run."
"That makes sense," Rose zei softly.
"Because of u I was beginning to forget the rules I set for myself. I love—" His voice broke. "I love being with u and I started to forget. Then we saw Sarah Jane, and I was reminded of what u might become, and of the pain I'll have to endure when u leave."
"But I won't—" He pressed a finger to her lips.
"You can spend the rest of your life with me. But I'm so sorry. I can't spend the rest of mine with you. u will leave eventually; either you'll be sped out of this life on the wings of death of you'll decide it's just too much for u and you'll leave, and it will be better for both of us if I didn't—if we don't—"
Rose found his hand and held it loosely. "I understand. I'm sorry."
He gave a sad smile. "That's the curse of the Time Lords. But while it lasts, I'm so glad that I have you, my Rose." He squeezed her hand and stood up, pulling her to her feet and into a hug. They held each other tight. "I'm sorry it has to be this way, Rose. I wish I was able to give u everything u deserve," he zei into her hair.
"I understand," she zei again, sounding sad. "Thanks—thanks for trying to protect me."
