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Misplaced

TITLE: Misplaced

SUMMARY: Rose had a knack for leaving her things everywhere.

GENRE: Some fluff, mostly Hurt/Comfort, but lots of ANGST

4000 WORDS

NOTE: This is just a bunch of snippets having to do with Rose's stuff being left everywhere, while she was there and after she left. This idea came from those canon scenes where after Rose is gone (or 'dead') somebody finds her shirt or jacket.

NOTE: I am not British, so please excuse and any mistakes in terms.

Beta'd by dontbealasagna, who i swear is going to rip my throat out some day. (I know you hate me, but i still love you)

The Doctor noted Rose had a tendency to leave things everywhere. Mostly coats or mugs, romance novels, hair pins, or shoes. You name it. The Doctor didn’t mind though, not really, even if he teased her about it. His old leather self that “doesn’t do domestics” mostly was the one to say something.

The first time was after stopping WWIII, Rose had dumped her bag in the Doctor’s arms and told him he was stuck with her. He then took the bag inside the TARDIS setting it in the doorway that leads to the corridor. Which was probably his first mistake. Later he found Rose rummaging through the bag and dumping things everywhere.

"Just make yourself at home, Rose. Mi casa es tu casa." He said slightly sarcastically, but the huge grin on his face took away the seriousness.

"OI!" She joked back.

Another time he teased her, he’d been messing with the controls. It was morning and Rose came marching in and headed straight for the railing. With an “Ah, here it is!” She picked up a coat she left there a few days prior.

"Honestly Rose, you act like you live here or something."

Rose froze, suddenly very insecure. What if she was being too domestic for his liking? Was she starting to get on his nerves? She turned to see him smiling at his own joke and shaking his head.

"Oi, you watch it or else I’m inviting my mum for tea!"

He froze, his smile dropped, and his hand went up to his previously offended cheek. “You wouldn’t.”

"Watch me." She pulled out her mobile and ran down the corridor, the Doctor chasing after her.

At the Game Station, they thought Rose was dead. Jack had found the TARDIS and upon entering, found her coat. But that was never dwelt on, for only a moment later, they found out she was still alive.

After some time he stopped. He didn’t even notice it as much. Being in the TARDIS with Rose’s stuff scattered around, it felt like home. After he regenerated they got into a routine. The Doctor would pick up something she left in console room, corridor, or anywhere really, and keep it on the console, Rose would come in looking lost and confused (and slightly frustrated), the Doctor would toss her whatever she had left, and she’d respond with “What’d I ever do without you.”

"Go mad, you would. Wouldn’t be able to find anything. Lose your mind, literally and figuratively."

"Oh shut up." She’d smile. "So where are we off to next?"

The Doctor loved finding Rose’s stuff scattered throughout the TARDIS, though he’d never admit it. When she left, that’s when it hurt. Her scattered items became a painful memory. At first, he didn’t really notice it. It was normal. But sometimes he would trip over a pair of her trainers, he’d pick them up and stomp over to her room to make a joke, but stop short, remembering she wasn’t there.

X X X

Her stuff never went unnoticed by everybody else though. His other companions would find something, ask him about it, but his eyes would go dark and his face would go sullen. After that, no matter what they found, they never asked. Not there business anyway.

The Doctor had just said goodbye to Rose the first time it happened. A mysterious bride suddenly appeared and accused him of kidnapping. The bride, Donna, picked up Rose’s blouse and claimed the owner was another one of his victims.

"That’s my friend’s."

"Where is she then? Popped out for a space walk?"

"She’s gone.”

“Gone WHERE?”

The Doctor didn't want to say more. He didn't have to, did he? It's not her business anyway. And somehow admitting it again might make is more real, but he says it anyway. “I lost her.”

“Well, you can hurry up and lose me!” She hesitated. For the first time really took in his tear streaked face and she finally realises what he means by “lost”. Well, not completely. “How'd you mean lost?”

The Doctor takes Rose's blouse and tosses it somewhere else.

Martha just saved the world by quoting Harry Potter, been to the year five billion and fifty-three and honestly the past two trips were beginning to catch up with her. She failed an attempt of stifling a yawn.

“Martha, why don't you call it and get some sleep?” The Doctor said.

“No, I'm fine. Really.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, you're right. Goodnight Doctor.”

“Night. Your room should be the first door to the right.”

Martha decided to do a little exploring before she retired for the night. He was probably going to take her home the next day, might as well.

She peeked into the first door to her right. And as promised, was a bedroom meant for her. She shut the door and continued on. She peeked in a couple doors but nothing remarkable stood out. She finally came across the library. It was giant. She quickly browsed and noted books she'd never even heard of. Probably from her future or another planet.

She came across a seating area where an abandoned cuppa sits on the table. The mug is yellow with a pink rose painted on it.

“Bit girly for the Doctor.” Martha mumbled.

The couch looked like someone slept there. The fluffy throw blanket and pillow set up in a way like someone just got up and when on with their day. On top of the blanket is a book, the pages open and facing down in order to save a spot.

Martha lifted the book carefully, sticking a finger into the pages to keep from losing the page as she read the cover. The cover had a silhouette of a couple kissing.

Martha laughed. “I didn't know the Doctor was into romance novels.”

“I'm not.” Martha jumped at the voice behind her, turning suddenly and feeling a wave of guilt like she's intruding.

“I – “

“What are you doing?” The Doctor didn't look angry. He didn't particularly look happy either. He looked upset and tired, like memories were coming back to him. Memories of-- oh god.

“I was just – I didn't mean to –” A picture fell from between the pages of the book still in her hand. She watched it drop. Her eyes flickered at the Doctor, he was staring at it, too. She gently place the book down to the way she found it and bent over to pick up the escapee. She turned it over in her hands and nearly gasped with what she saw. It was the Doctor, but he looked so different. He was smiling and the look in his eyes showed he was truly happy. She'd seen him smile before but not like this. His gaze was at a girl. A blond girl. The girl was smiling at the camera, while the Doctor smiled at her. Martha could see the TARDIS in the background and snowflakes everywhere. He looked so young in this picture, so innocent. She had a feeling she knew who the girl was. “Is she...”

“Yes.” The Doctor walked forward and gently took the photo from her. “Christmas day. I was in a coma for the most of it. Great big spaceship over London, people on the roofs about ready to jump.”

“I remember that. You were there?”

“Sort of. Toward the end. Like I said, I was in a coma. Hidden away in a flat. Eventually they brought me to the TARDIS. We ended up on the spaceship, I had a sword fight in my jimjams for all the human race. Normal stuff.”

“By 'they' you mean...?”

“Rose and her family. Why?”

“No reason... Umm what happened? I mean to... to her.”

The Doctor took a deep breath and tore his eyes from the photo and quickly put it in his pocket. “Now. To bed with you Martha. Big day tomorrow.” He walked away not answering her question.

Martha didn't think she'd stay for as long as she did. But now she wasn't just a passenger, he told her that. She loves traveling with him and she loves him, even if the feeling is unrequited. She learned to not bring up Rose after her first encounter with the book and picture. After that he had been very closed off, and right after he finally told her about his planet. She mentally kicked herself for that. Now he still never talks, but sometimes he'll stand there with this sad look on his face. She can't tell if he's thinking about his planet or Rose.

She never stopped finding her stuff everywhere. At least, she thinks it's hers. She never asked. She found trainers and coats, too small and too girly for the Doctor. She wondered if he ever noticed any of this stuff or if it was just normal for it to be everywhere and he found comfort in it.

She'd found a whole outfit in a pile by the pool, along with a towel layed out next to it, with a pair of sandals. Rose's, She'd guessed. She then walked out and headed to her room to shower up.

XXXXX

Donna couldn't sleep. So much stuff had happened in the past couple of day, her mind was racing. Finding the Doctor again, Pompeii blowing up, and they had just saved the Ood from captivity. She left her bedroom in need of a good cuppa.

She passed by the console room and took a quick peek, she didn't think he'd be in there, but he was. He'd told her a had to work on the TARDIS, but she thought he would've gone to bed by now. Even then he wasn't even working on the TARDIS, he was just sitting there on the jumpseat, clutching a pink coat.

“Doctor?” She spoke quietly.

The Doctor stood and spun around to face her. “Donna. I thought you went to bed.”

“What about you? Don't you ever sleep?” He just stared at her. “I can't sleep either.” She looked down at the coat he was holding, his hand was gripping it tightly and hadn't even bothered to hide it. “Is that Rose's?”

He nodded.

She remembered him telling her that she was still lost. No doubt it still hurts like hell. She still doesn't know the details behind her. How they met, how they got separated. If she loved him. She knows he loved her, even if he won't say it, she can tell. “Come here, Spaceman.” She walked toward him and wrapped her arms around his skinny torso. He returned the hug gladly.

“She left it.”

“What?” Donna pulled back to look at his face.

“In the console room. She left the coat in here. I picked it up and headed to her room in case she's missing it, just like I always did. Then I remembered she wasn't here. She's not able to miss it.”

“What happened? Where is she?”

“Lost.”

“You don't know where?”

He shook his head. “I know where she is, I just can't get to her.”

“How'd you mean?”

“Out of all the things I've done – saving the Ood to saving the universe – and I can't even get to her”

He shook his head, again, and pulled away. He doesn't wanna talk anymore, she got this. He set the article of clothing down and pulled himself under the console. Donna watched him for a moment, but turned away when she heard his sonic screwdriver whirring.

XXX

Rose walked around the TARDIS gently stroking it. The TARDIS was dying, she knew. This universe was wrong, so wrong. The Doctor couldn't be dead, it wasn't right. She's not in denial, she just knows. None of this was supposed to happen.

“I don't know what to do.” Rose sat on the jumpseat and brought her legs to her chest. The TARDIS hummed in her mind, but the connection was weak. Her gaze swept around the familiar room. She stared at the doorway that led to the corridor, hoping for the Doctor to run up the ramp, all energy and smiles. He'd ask her where she wanted to go next. She'd reply, “surprise me.” and he'd smile and flying them off into the vortex. But it never happened, she just sat there in the darkened console room, all alone.

She spotted something colorful under the control panel. “Hello... what are you?” She hopped down and pulled out her old scarf she wore, what felt like lifetimes ago. “Nice to see you again.” She laughed, then old memories hit. Cardiff, with the Slitheen woman and the TARDIS nearly ripping the world apart due to the extrapolator. She had wore this scarf then. She remembered the way the TARDIS opened up, turning Margaret into an egg. That's where she got the idea of ripping open the TARDIS to get back to the Doctor on satellite 5. She got back to the Doctor, just like always. They've always found a way back to each other, and that time as no different. She put the scarf down and walked out of the room.

She was going to find the Doctor. She was going to fix this. She needed to fix this.

XXX

The Doctor walked back to the TARDIS soaked in rain. Everybody has been dropped off now. Everybody. Sarah Jane was wrong. He may have the “biggest family on earth”, but they've all got someone else. He was lonely, and that was all he'll ever be in the end.

He flipped a switch and the TARDIS dematerialized. He walked to the corridor, but stopped short when something caught his eye. On the other side of the railing was a jacket.

No no no, don't this to me now, he prayed. The jacket Rose wore to the 2012 London Olympics. The Doctor clutched the denim in his hands and slid to the floor.

“You know what? They keep on trying to split us up, but they never ever will”

“Never say 'never ever'”

“Nah, we'll always be okay, you and me. Don't you reckon, Doctor?”

Oh Rose, if only...

His face felt hot and his eyes stung. It's not fair. Rose was happy and he wanted her to be, but there was that small selfish part of him that wished he could change it. That he could go into that universe and spend the rest of his life with Rose, or that he could go and pick her up and take her across the universe again. But the universe wouldn't give him that. Rose was where she should be, anyway. With him, but not with him. His meta-crisis would be able to give her what she needs, not himself.

He stood and walked to his room with the jacket. That night he fell asleep with Rose's scent surrounding him, and he could pretend, just for a moment, that she was still there.

XXX

Amy scoured the library in search of something interesting. She was not really in the mood to read, she was mostly hoping to find something that will tell her more about the Doctor... Or maybe she was searching for a diary or something.

That was when she found it. Not a diary but a photo album. She picked it up, curiosity getting the better of her. At this point she wasn't interested in the Doctor's secrets, but of all the places he went that was probably cataloged in this giant album. Who was she kidding? She was wondering why the Doctor kept a photo album, he didn't seem like that type of person.

She studied the cover. It was pink and in big dark letters the words “The Doctor and Rose Tyler” was artfully written.

Oh, she thought, This was one of those boyfriend/girlfriend scrapbooks. She smiled devilishly. She knew she should probably put the book back, but... She opened the book to the first page.

In the pockets of the album, there was a young girl, probably in her early twenties, and an older man with really big ears. In the first photo, the girl – Rose Tyler, she presumed – was blond, and well... gorgeous, really. She was looking at the man like he was everything, while he was showing her some little object, she was focused on him. The shot was obviously unexpected, she wondered if the Doctor took it...

The next photo was more planned. She had her arms wrapped around his waist and they were both smiling at the camera. They both had daft smiles on their faces and Amy couldn't help but smile back. Though she couldn't figure out who this man was. She flipped a page and saw more of the two of them. Some shots were taken by someone else, some were taken by one of them who had they arms stretched out trying to get them both in the shot, and a few were just of one of them and the other behind the camera. The big-eared man sometimes looked stiff and he crossed his arms a lot, but sometimes the camera caught him relaxed and even smiling.

The photos were on different planets or some spaceships or something, she recognized a few were from inside the TARDIS. Eventually, another man made it in the picture. He had dark hair and was extremely handsome. Amy laughed at a picture of Rose and this new bloke laughing and the big-eared bloke practically shooting daggers out of his eyes. She pulled that picture out of the little pocket and turned it around. Loopy writing was on the back stating “The Doctor, Rose, and Jack” and the date. Amy furrowed her eyebrow together. She flipped the picture around again and studied the scene, and she still didn't see the Doctor. In fact, she hadn't seen the Doctor once in this photo album. She flipped a few more pages, glancing over each photo.

She flipped to one page where another man made it in the picture and the other two disappeared. This bloke was nice to look at. He had wild hair and was fit. The photos of him and Rose were a lot more frequent. He seemed a lot more photogenic than the big-eared bloke.

Amy continued to flip quickly through the pages, it was the same wild-haired bloke and blond girl throughout them. She stopped and pulled one out. The girl was wearing a yellow shirt and a denim jacket and the man was still wearing a pinstriped suit just like in every photo. She turned it around and it read “The Doctor and Rose Tyler – London Olympics 2012” It was in different handwriting this time. She gently placed the photo back.

“What are you doing?”

Amy jump and slammed the book shut and hiding it behind her back, but it was too late. The damage was done. “I –”

The Doctor walked slowly and held he hand out. Amy reluctantly placed the book in his hands and he sat down and opened it up. “Where did you find this?”

“It was just on the shelf. I thought – well, I –”

He shook his head. “No idea what it's doing there. That's not where she last put it.” Amy watched as he opened up to the first page. He ran his thumb over the pictures and smiled softly.

Not wanting to invade in his personal business anymore than she already has, but also not controlling her curiosity, she asked, “Who is that?”

“And old friend.” He flipped the page. “Rose Tyler, she was called.”

“Who's the bloke?”

“That was me.”

Amy's eyebrows shot up. “Umm... What?”

He flipped to the page where the dark haired man was. “That was Captain Jack. Though he wasn't really a captain, I'm positive he just told people that.”

“But how can you be...” Amy was still stuck on the fact that he was somehow that big-eared man.

He flipped a couple pages to the man with wild-hair. “That was also me. Oh I remember that day. Rose didn't though. We got in a nasty row with cat nurses in wimples and a trampoline with lipstick. Rose got possessed by that trampoline, she didn't remember much of that day. Saw the Face of Boe again that day. He decided to be very enigmatic, for some reason.” He continued to ramble on and Amy got the impression he wasn't really talking to her. She, honestly, felt like she was intruding on his personal life. Sure he was sharing this information willingly, but it still felt wrong. The Doctor never spoke about stuff like this.

When his ramblings lulled, Amy found her voice and asked, “Did you love her?”

The Doctor's eyes reached hers, but he never spoke. Instead he stood and strolled out of the library, stopping at the door and turned, album in hand. He opened his mouth and closed it a couple times, trying to find the right words. Eventually, he simply nodded and walked out, leaving Amy on the couch still wondering.

XXX

The Doctor walked into Rose's old bedroom. Her scent once again surrounded him. He hadn't been in there in years. Her entire room was still untouched, her stuff was scattered everywhere.

Saying goodbye to the Ponds made him realise he was still alone. And that was all he'll ever be. While he may have been in a state of obliviousness where he felt okay for a moment, but that was all it was. A moment. Everything ended and nothing lasted forever. Everyone left him in the end. His whole planet was gone. His friends, his family... He looked over at the empty bed, all pink and still unmade. His love. All gone.

He sat on the blindingly pink bed and held a pillow to his face and just cried. Cried because he had nothing. Cried because everyone was gone. Cried because even if he found somebody else, they would just leave, too. Cried because he would always be alone.

That night, the Doctor fell asleep surrounding by the perfume of a certain Rose.

XXX

The Doctor walked into his flat with his lovely wife waddling behind him. Immediately upon entering, Rose shrugged off her coat and tossed it over the couch, along with her bag and shoes, and waddled to the loo. The Doctor laughed as she practically ran into the loo.

“Oi, you wouldn't be laughing if you had a baby constantly pressing down on your bladder!” The Doctor heard Rose yell from their en suite.

The Doctor deposited their shopping bags onto the kitchen table (he absolutely refused to make Rose carry any) and hung Rose's coat up and put her shoes away. He shook his head. Some things never change.

A bathroom trip and a change of clothes later, Rose nuzzled against her part-human, part-time lord and focused her attention on his single heartbeat instead of the show the Doctor flipped to. She felt the Doctor rest a hand on her protruding belly and let out a sigh of contentment.

“Rose, what are we going to do?”

She raised an eyebrow and gave him a look. “About...?”

“If you keep leaving your stuff everywhere, Doctor Jr is going to pick up on that. Then we'll have two mess makers in the house! Can you imagine?”

“Oi!” Rose playfully hit him in the arm. “I'm not that messy! And since when did we agree on 'Doctor Jr?'”

“I think it's perfect.”

“If you want them to be bullied.”

The Doctor gasped in mock offense. “Are you saying you don't like my name?”

“I love your name. Dr. Tyler.”

“And I love yours, Mrs. Doctor.” He smiled when she gave him another look. “Though you never answered me.”

“What?”

“Are we going to get a housemaid or something because I can't handle two of you.”

She shook her head and smiled wildly, turning her attention to the telly. “Whatever you want.”

The Doctor leaned downward and kissed the top of her head.