fobbed!Twelve, Rose Tyler
Malcolm makes a confession…and ruins a suit.
beta’d, as usual, by the ever-patient thedoctordanceswithrose
The rain starts pouring as Malcolm gets in his car and drives to Rose’s flat, making visibility a thing of the fucking past. It’s not far from Number Ten, and he’s only more thankful of this when the short distance he can see reveals a huddled figure walking swiftly on the pavement. If there’s one thing he’s learned in the past few weeks, it’s the ability to recognize Rose anywhere.
“Get in the car,” he shouts through the open passenger window as he pulls up near her.
She turns and stares at him, then shakes her head and keeps walking. “I’m fine, thanks.”
“Oh, don’t be stupid!” He nudges the pedal to roll the car forward in pace with her. “Rose, get in the fucking car!”
“Won’t that hurt your precious reputation?” she asks. “Or are we just dropping all pretense and going with the idea that I’m a streetwalker now?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”
He slams down the pedal, and the car lurches forward to the next available spot for him to pull over and park. He gets out, slamming the door and rounding the bonnet to stand a few feet in front of her, effectively blocking her path.
“It wasn’t just fucking sex, alright?” he shouts over the rain. “It never was.”
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