Of shadows and pub runs minigolfnsushi

[lone_defender]

Three weeks in, Rose is starting to wonder if this whole...find someone with the Doctor's face, kidnap him on a pretty thin excuse...skip a step and profit in some way she hasn't figured out...isn't just a really stupid idea. Or not worth the effort.

Especially when a cranky would-be drunken vampire slayer won't stop pressing the call button at two in the morning when she's trying to concentrate on writing reports she wouldn't have to write if not for him in the first place.

Yep, those are times it's hard to think charitably about him.

It's also difficult when the call button is a midori emergency. At two in the morning after the pubs have closed and she'll have to exert Torchwood influence to get any. And he won't let her go on her own for whatever ridiculous reason or another. Maybe to irritate her.

She's cutting him off next week. That's it.

"Get in the car."

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If he thought she was actually asleep, he woudn't have- well, okay, that was a complete and total lie. He didn't really care whether or not she was asleep, but he knew she wasn't. She was too much like him, and he never slept. Except, of course, for when he did. Usually after a bit too much to drink, or a good shag.

He gets in, slamming the door shut behind him. "Bloody step on it, would you? I've been out here for hours."

More like twenty minutes.