Please except my humble apologies for this story. It's dreadful and overdone, I know. But I couldn't resist the urge of doing the Human Nature/Family of Blood avec Rose, because I know the Doctor as a human wouldn't be able to resist her then :D Some of the dialogue I have kept similar, but I want to do it differently and I was writing it all from memory, hence it's a bit shoddy where I have kept it similar. It's also from my other doctor who fanfic which is a nice change pour moi, seeing as I am not too sure about the whole vibe of the other story. Still, let's see how this one goes :) And, no, Joan will not be in this as the doctors love interest as I can't stand her. DROSE ALL THE WAYYY. :D

DISCLAIMER: No Doctor who for me. Which is a shame because if I did, there would be a lot less talking and a lot more kissing between the Doctor and Rose :D

"What 'appened? What the hell were they!"
"Did they see you, did they see you?"
"Umm, I don't think so! But why are you so worried? They can't get into the TARDIS!"
"Yes, they can. Ohh, this is bad. Rose, do you trust me?"
" 'course I do! But why is tha' important?"
"Just...you have to trust me on this. And I am so sorry."

Rose looked at the TARDIS consol, remembering those last few snatched snippets of conversation between her and the Doctor. The Doctor. She sighed remembering what happened next...

"I'm going to have to change, and not just regenerate, because those creatures are following my ... timelordyness..."
"Riiight...so, what does that mean?"
"I'm gonna become Human."
"Become...what? How?"
"It's called a chameleon circuit, it basically hides my Timelord DNA, makes me human, one heart, limited lifespan, the lot."
"But...but how?"
"I'm really sorry Rose, I don't have any time to explain this, I have to change now."
"But...what about the TARDIS? And you? And me...?"
"The TARDIS will pick a random point in time, make up a background history for me, create memories, fake family members, ect ect. 'Fraid you will have to just to make it up as you go along, but you just stay with the person I become, you should stay safe. The TARDIS will just have to stay hidden, should be okay. The creatures have a limited lifespan, after 3 months they should just die and I can become Timelord again."
"Okay...but..."
"I'm sorry Rose, there's really no time!"
"I'll miss ya."
"Yeah, I'll miss you too..."
"Hang on, change your DNA? Isn't that gonna hurt?"
"Oh yes. Excruciating, I would imagine. Still... Allon-sy!"

She swallowed hard and looked up at the dangling chameleon circuit. She would never forget the Doctor, crippled with pain, screaming as the machine changed everything about him that she loved. Because the man he had become was nothing but a pale imitation, with nothing but occasional dreams of their time together.

She walked slowly around the consol, running her fingers down the dials and levers, treasuring the short moments she got to spend there. She was now a maid in 1920 England, working at a school, and the Doc...John Smith was a teacher. The work was undeniably awful, the students worse and the pay even worse than that but she could never leave for fear of the Doctor being found. Even if he was a stuffy schoolmaster now. She looked at her watch that she had smuggled into her pocket. 3. 00 Am. In a few hours she would be expected to be cleaning and getting the school ready for the day. Great. She sighed and made her way down the TARDIS ramp, gently touching the Doctor's overcoat which had been thrown over the rails as he had last entered the TARDIS. She took one last deep breath of the TARDIS air, which had always smelt like a curious combination of time and tea. She smiled wistfully and shut the door, locking it with the key that she kept round her neck.

Only 2 more months, she thought, 2 more months and we are off again. Into time and space.

John Smith woke with a start and looked around the room rapidly. Nope, definitely not a spaceship. Well, that was something. He sat up in bed and groaned, rubbing his head.

Weird dream...stranger than usual...

He was used to the odd dreams he had been constantly having for around a month, but this was new. He knew that in his dreams he had a girl travelling alongside him, often dressed most inappropriately, but he had never seen her face, until last night...

She looks exactly like, Rose Tyler, my chambermaid. How odd. I mean, Miss Tyler is very pretty and lovely and funny and...No! She is a maid. Why is she in my dreams?

He pushed his head in his hands and looked up to see said Miss Rose Tyler standing in the door way, one hand holding a tray laden with toast, tea and newspaper, and the other knocking timidly on his bedroom door.

"Sir,' she asked with a small smile, like something known only to her was amusing her, 'can I come in?" John smiled and motioned for her to come in. He felt an odd little jolt somewhere in his chest when he saw her walk towards him, and for some odd reason, had the inexplicable urge to hug her. How improper.

"Any odd dreams again Sir?', said Rose, who then blushed violently and hurriedly added, 'about the spaceship an' such, I mean?" John blinked in surprise. Whatever did Rose mean? It was times like this that he questioned her background as the country girl she claimed to be. Her accent was, although enchanting, (although obviously not to him), rather course and she did come out with the most odd things and then either apologise or go a rather lovely pink colour. Still, that aside, should he mention his odd dream to her? How would she react if I told her that she is my ... companion upon a spaceship? Probably run away screaming...I just won't mention that part of the dream. "Well, now you mention it, I did meet the most peculiar creatures last night. They looked like giant pepperpots, can you believe it! And they could shoot out of their arms and only had one eye. Most extraordinary!" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rose stiffen and her arms seemed to tremble slightly as she set down the tray full of foodstuffs. "And I was in the year of our lord, 2006! Very odd. Murderous pepperpots!" He laughed nervously and looked curiously at Rose. "Are you alright Miss Tyler?" Rose smiled and unfolded his newspaper, albeit shakily. "Yeah...it's just...amazing that you dream all this up. It's ... just a bit mad!" John laughed. With any other maid, he would have given her a severe telling off for even suggesting he was mad, but with Rose...there was just something about her that allowed her to say the most outrageous things and get away with it. He smiled and opened his paper. Funny, but something told him that if he where an alien in a time machine, there would be nobody he would rather have alongside him than Rose Tyler. But, he was not, and therefore had no rights to think such thoughts. He was a teacher. She was a common servant girl. It wasn't right to think such thoughts...but...there was always a chance that he could...no!

Stupid thoughts John, he thought angrily, she probably doesn't want anything to do with a boring teacher...least of all a mad one! He turned back to his paper and begun to read a deeply dull article on potholes. Yes, he was undoubtedly human and life was as it should be. And enough thoughts about pretty blonde serving girls.

Midday in the school, and pupils were rushing around, collecting books, eating lunch and, in Rose's case, insulting the servants.

That's four times this week! If only I was back at the estate, I could've just set Mum on them...little shits.

She looked around at the huge expanse of filthy floor she was supposed to be washing and sighed. Never, in a million years would she get this clean! As she bent down to wash a particularly grubby patch, she heard a small whistling noise. She looked up, only to end up face to face with John Smith, aka, the Doctor."Uhhh, right. Umm, I'll just keep going...don't want to disturb you and your washing!" Rose nodded and stepped aside, letting John Smith go past. He gave her a wide smile and a nod and continued up the stairs. Her companion, Jenny, gave out a giggle once he had gone. "Oh, he's a proper handsome one 'e is!', she crackled, dipping her brush into the murky water. "I'd give anythin' to 'ave a man like that!" Rose smiled and hid her laugh. "Oh, you are a lucky one Rose!" Rose chocked and dropped her brush. "What do ya mean? There's nothing goin' on between us." Jenny rolled her eyes and laughed again. "Sureee, sure, maybe not now, but mark my words, he's got 'is eye on you! Give it a few months an' you'll be courtin', for sure!" Rose snorted at the thought of 'courting' the Doctor, but at the same time, felt a sudden rush of disappointment. It's true, the Doctor was a man now, a human man with an average lifespan and proper manly feelings and such like, but...he would never look or think of her like that! And besides, he isn't the Doctor. He's just a guy who looks like him and has odd dreams. Nothing more. "Somehow, I don't think so Jenny. Not my type." Jenny snorted and scrubbed viciously at a blackened mark on the floor. "Not your type? He's everyone's type, he's han'some, clever, gotta good Job, funny and just generally lovely! Would make a fine Husband, that's for sure!" Rose smiled but inside was cringing. Just the words 'husband' combined with The Doctor or even a lookalike made her feel slightly odd.

She quickly slopped her brush onto the floor and begun washing it vigorously. The job might be shit, but at least it was a good one for thinking things over. "I'm gonna go upstairs and do the floor's there, okay?" She said, and quickly ran up the stairs before Jenny could protest. She turned the corner and was just about to get some fresh water when..."Oof!" She looked up to see the cause of Jenny's ruthless gossip, the one and only, John Smith. Who she had subsequently walked into, knocking all his books out of his arms. "Oh my god, sorry!' she gasped, and bent down to pick them up. He bent down as well and with the help of Rose, scooped them up again. "Here, let me carry some for ya, or you'll end up killing a student, and yourself!" John laughed nervously and went a deep red colour, before passing a few books over to Rose. "Thank you Miss Tyler, I suppose you have a hundred better things to do then helping a teacher with his boring books!" Rose smiled at him. She didn't want to, but she couldn't help but like John. Quite a lot.

"Its fine, I was only washin'. And you can call me Rose. I mean, if you want to, dunno if it's a bit informal but...yeah." John smiled at her and motioned for them to go up the stairs. "Okay...Rose. I suppose this beats washing floors?" "Only marginally. I do so love floors." John looked at her oddly, and Rose quickly added, "Joke! I'm not 'sposed to complain, and I guess it gets me money and a home. W hat abou' you? You always want to be a teacher?" "Umm, well, now you mention it, when I was a young boy, I did always want to be...now this is going to sound a little silly, but I wanted to be a space observer. Someone who knew about the stars and all unearthly bodies in the sky. Isn't that silly!" Rose's breath caught in her throat and she quickly shook her head. Maybe there is some Doctor in there..."Not silly at all. I wanted to be a princess!" John laughed and stopped as they reached his door. "Well, thank you very much for your help Rose, I expect you have just saved me from certain death by books." "'s'fine Sir" "Oh, now, Sir does sound so stuffy." "Uhhh, okay, Mr Smith?" "Well, I call you Rose, so it seems only right you can call me John." Rose smiled at him and passed him his books. "Okay...John. Thanks." She lightly touched his arm and smiled at him, which caused him to turn a bright red colour and to take a large step backwards in surprise. "Ohh, well, thank you, umm how nice, I..."

"The stairs!"

... CRASH...

Tadaaa! First chapter. Well done me :) Written so very very sorry about the appalling quality, the next chapter will get the story running and will (hopefully) be better written. Pleeeasee review, because it makes a huuuuge amount of difference. So, read, review and any story suggestions are welcome :D

Bayy xx