(LJ cut hates me. Sorry!)
They weren't nice.
None of their relationship could be classified as nice. They weren't alike in anyway either. She was good. He was bad. She was sane, he was mad. She loved the Doctor, he hated him. It made no sense for them to be together.
Yes, they did, reluctantly, respect each other and they were, somewhat, attracted to each other but they hated each other.
She thinks, sometimes, that it may be the jaded edges of their souls that made them cross the line between simply trying not to kill each other while they were forced to work together and trying not to kill each other while falling into bed with each other.
She always has been an optimist.
They don't fit together. They scar each other far too deeply to fit.
Rose used to love movies or books where the good girl redeemed the bad boy, it was part of the reason she had been attracted to Jimmy Stone. Life wasn't a fairy tale, though.
The good girl never manges to redeem the bad boy in this tale. The bad boy burns them both, melting them together until they are unwilling, unable, to seperate completely ever again.
They were both burned alive to the screaming sound of drums.