A/N: Hii! This is my very first fanfiction, so hopefully its alright and you enjoy it. I know the first chapter's a bit slow but it was a bit necessary so that Rose could go somewhere the Doctor would never usually take her. I hope I got the characters right, and that it seems like it could be good. Please give me any feedback you possibly can, even if it's about spelling and grammar and stuff :). Thanks so much for reading!

Rose awoke to the acrid smell of smoke, and the familiar cries of 'No, no, no, no, no!' coming from the console room. A quick glance at the clock confirmed that she had only been sleeping for three hours. Rose rolled her eyes. For all his travelling with humans (and whatever else he had had on this ship), the Doctor still seemed not to have grasped their simple need for sleep. A sudden lurch sent Rose tumbling out of bed. She grimaced. 900 years of time and space, and he hadn't found a way to make the floors warm in the morning. Or the night. Or whenever it was. Time was a relative thing on the TARDIS. Her thoughts were disrupted by a loud bang and an angry yelp. Grumbling to herself, Rose wrapped her comforter around her shoulders and padded towards the console room.

When she opened the door, Rose was hit by a cloud of green steam. She could just make out the Doctor, who was hopping madly around the console, yanking levers and twisting dials. His glasses sat crookedly on his nose and his hair protruded in a dozen directions, looking for all the world like some sort of mad professor whose experiment had gone terribly, horribly wrong. The TARDIS gave another violet jolt and Rose was thrown against the wall, hanging desperately onto the coral struts in an attempt to stay upright.

"Doctor!" she called. He didn't answer. "Doctor!"

"Oh, morning Rose! Well, I suppose it isn't really morning, not where you come from at least. Mind you, it is morning on approximately 6,874 planets at this exact moment, so I suppose…" He was interrupted mid babble by a violent crack, as fresh column of smoke shot into the air.

"What the hell is going on?" shouted Rose. "Some of us are trying to sleep!"

"It's not my fault! The dimensional stabilisers have suddenly, mysteriously gone out of whack, and the whole system's going haywire."
"Right. Suddenly, mysteriously. Wouldn't have anything to do with you trying to fix them, then?" Rose watched in amusement as the Doctor turned a dark shade of pink.

"It was just a bit of maintenance; well, a bit more than a bit, well, a whole lot, but… but the TARDIS needed it! Old girl was due a bit of housekeeping, getting a bit rusty under the -Ow!" Rose giggled as the Doctor sucked his burnt fingers, glaring at the TARDIS. She opened her mouth to comment, but another, more powerful jolt pitched them both onto the ground.

"Can you fix it?" asked Rose, pushing herself unsteadily to her feet. By now she had started to feel more than a little ill. The Doctor gave her an affronted look.
"Of course I can. What do you take me for, human? But it'll take a while, so we'll need to land. Unless you fancy getting tossed about like this for the next few hours. And you're looking a bit queasy at the moment. You've gone all green." Rose had indeed gone a very sickly shade of green, and nodded her assent.

"Where shall we land then? Any preferences?" She shook her head.

"Anywhere. Now."

"Alright, alright, keep your hair on. Anywhere, here we come!" The Doctor gave a dramatic twist of the dial, and with the depression of buttons and vigorous pulling of various levers, the TARDIS came to a juddering halt. Rose exhaled loudly, rubbing her unhappy stomach. The Doctor glanced at her, his madcap grin fading to a concerned frown.

"You alright?"

"Will be in a minute." He crossed the console quickly, coming to kneel by Rose's side. Gently, he rubbed her stomach in little circular motions, relieving the tense muscles until Rose's face relaxed and she smiled up at him.

"Thanks." He beamed back.

"Any time. You and your digestive systems, can't keep a burger down to save your lives. Now, I've got circuiting to fix so why don't you hobble on down to bed, hmm?" Rose shook her head.

"''M not tired anymore. Wouldn't mind some fresh air though; think I'll take a walk." The words were barely out of her mouth.

"Oh no. No way. For starters, you don't even know if there is air out there. And secondly, you, Rose Tyler, could find trouble if it had crawled into the smallest hole on the planet and covered itself with a rock. There is no way you're going out there on your own." Rose jumped up and walked over to the monitor.
"There. Earth, Russia. Perfectly safe."
"For me, for Harriet Jones, for the Mox of Balhoon maybe. But not for you!" Rose glared at him, in true Tyler form.
"I am not a child, and if I want to go for a walk in Russia, I will bloody well go for a walk." She strode purposefully past him, to return sometime later with layers of warm clothes, snow boots, and a glint in her eyes that clearly said she was not to be stopped. The Doctor sighed.

"Fine. Have it your way. But the slightest inkling, the itsiest-bitsiest sign of trouble and you come right back, you understand?" Rose nodded. "And keep your phone on you." Rose grinned, her tongue poking out from between her teeth.

"Yes, mother." The effect was immediate. The Doctor went very pale, and then ducked quickly behind the console. He hated to be compared to any domestic she-ape, let alone Jackie Tyler.
"Bye then." Rose said. "See you in a bit." A muffled affirmation came in reply. Rose smiled again, then slipped out of the TARDIS, her breath immediately clouding in the frigid morning air.