Untitled - TARDIS Big Bang

"You haven't seen the size of my flat yet," Rose said. "I might spend too much time at work, but when
I'm home, I want to love the place."
"Well, that settles it," the Doctor said. "It must be brilliant. I'm tingling with anticipation, want to feel?"
Rose found her door, and was about to say something sassy about feeling him tingle when she came to a
horrible realization that stopped her in her tracks. "Oh, bollocks," she said. "I left my keys at the office."
The Doctor's face fell. "What? Why?"
"I was going through to all those different universes, wasn't I?" Rose said, going for her mobile instead.
"I wasn't going to lose my keys on a Dalek mothership in an parallel universe. Hold on, I think there's
somebody at the office this late, I can...do something." Because she didn't relish traipsing to work at an
hour like this, especially with the Doctor and their bags in tow, but she'd be fantastically lucky to reach
somebody who'd come out here to rescue her.
But while Rose was fumbling around with her phone, the Doctor reached out to rattle the knob. It
turned easily in his hand, and he pushed it inwards about half an inch. "Hello," he murmured. "Are you
sure you didn't leave the gas on, too?"
"I always lock my door," Rose said, and a thrill of alarm went up her spine, along with a heavy sense of
no, no, no, not now, not when I've finally got everything sorted! She put her phone in her pocket. "Stand
behind me, okay?"
"Hardly," the Doctor sniffed. "I'll have you know I'm well schooled in the gentleman's art of Bartitsu. I
defy anyone to come at me with a walking stick." He set aside his suitcase and reached automatically
into his breast pocket; he seemed surprised to come up with nothing but the wrapper of a Mars bar he'd
bought at Paddington Station. "Or, you know, a piece of plastic," he said. "I'm very deadly with a piece of
plastic."
Rose sighed. "If someone's expecting me, they probably won't expect you," she said. "Doctor, please."
He lowered his brows at her, but took a step back. "All right," he said. "Just...be careful. This isn't my
best position."
She nodded, and ease open the door, fully prepared to duck the onslaught of an alien assassin or rogue
Cyberman or some more mundane, home-grown threat, like terrorist. She thought she heard a slow
intake of breath, a shift of clothing, the creak of the floorboard near the kitchen, and then she pushed
the door open all the way and--
"Surprise!"
It seemed that she'd developed a slight infestation of Torchwood in her living room.
Her team were clustered near the sofa, with Tosh holding a banner that said CONGRATULATIONS ROSE
AND MICKEY and Grace clutching a bunch of balloons in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other.
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