"Guess I interrupted something?"

Mickey Smith stood in the doorway to the console room, his fists clenched and his eyes locked onto the love of his life and the last remaining Time Lord in the Universe.

"Mickey, It's not how it seems…"

"How it seems? What does it seem like to you? To me, it seems like betrayal! Jeez Rose, I know things haven't been right for a while, but you're doing THIS right under my nose, with HIM? Really?"

Both Rose and the Doctor could hear the hurt in his voice, see the burning rage in his eyes. The atmosphere was heavy on their shoulders, like a thick fog, smouldering and suffocating them.

The Doctor cleared his throat, but the fog prevailed, pulling his words out in awkward clumps.

"Mickey.. I-"

"Save it, I knew this was what you were after all along-"

The TARDIS jerked suddenly. A whining noise erupted and the monitor began to beep.

The Doctor stepped away from the feud waiting to happen and turned the monitor towards him.

"She needs fuel. We'll stop at the Time rift... I think we could all use a break."

Mickey grunted, he turned and walked out of the console room.

The Doctor and Rose exchanged a worried glance but also took a sigh of relief.

"Saved by the beep." The Doctor pronounced, Rose remained silent, the pool of guilt in the pit of her stomach growing.