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"No I'm telling you Rose, Spiderman is based off of me. "
Rose rolled her eyes.
"I was suffering the ill effects of a Cartusian spider bite and was crawling up Stan Lee's apartment building. He saw me and tried to waylay me because I was mumbling in Venusian and he thought I was an escapee from the insane asylum,"
Rose giggled.
The Doctor smiled, "Shut it you, but then I got distracted by a mugging that was happening a couple blocks over and ran and stopped it. "
"And why aren't you a giant spider right now if it's fatally mutagenic?"
"Well good ole Stan had grabbed a can of bug spray, which normally you shouldn't go spraying people with but he helped fight off the mugger and accidentally discharged quite a bit of the stuff. The smell made all the spidery bits in me recoil in disgust and then the TimeLordy bits took over long enough to puke and start the rejection process long enough to get back to the TARDIS. Et voilá!"
Rose started frowning at the french, and the Doctor cringed in shame.
"I promise I was going to find a way back Rose. I was always going to find a way back."
"You left me Doctor. You keep finding ways to cast me off like a pair of wet socks,"
"Rose, I-"
"There's nothing you can say, Doctor, that will make this better. You can't just talk your way out of this like you do everything else."
The Doctor was silent for a minute.
"What can I do, Rose? How can I make this better?"
Rose huffed. "You think you can just wave a wand and make it all go away? I need real physical proof that you've changed. I love my life on the TARDIS and I'm not going anywhere. Trusting you, however, is another matter. Actions are going to prove it, Doctor. Figure it out, You're old enough ey?"
He sighed, "Alright Rose." He nodded.