The Doctor never really focused on special occasions. Birthdays, anniversaries, holidays didn't mean much to him, Time Lord and all. But this was different, simply because it was Rose. Rose made everything different, more important. He was starting to sound like a lovesick kid. It was nauseating. Him, the last of the Time Lords, was wrapped around the little finger of a pink and yellow human. (Even if she didn't know it) It scared the shit out of him. And yet, he loved her.

A week till B-Day

So he promised her anywhere (and anywhen) she wanted, planned breakfast in bed, bought decorations for the TARDIS, and good god he was going domestic. But for some reason the thought didn't bother him. Not with Rose. the only thing he couldn't figure out was what to get her. He had spent hours racking his brain for anything, anything good enough for Rose. But really, what was there? Nothing good enough for an angel, and so nothing near good enough for his Rose.

T-minus 24 hours

"Good morning, sleepyhead." he said, ever cheerful, even at 8 in the morning.

"Murhmph." was the muffled reply.

"Coffee?" he queried, already at the pot.

"Mmmm." she hummed, "Melikeycoffee." she thumped down at the table unceremoniously, and settled her head on her arms, her blonde locks spilling messily around her like a halo.

He hummed softly as he set to work, spooning and measuring, as the intoxicating smell of caffeine filled the tiny kitchen.

"Here you go," she looked up to see a large mug landing in front of her on the table, and a leather-clad torso sliding in across from her, "We need to stay in the vortex today. The thermal oscillators are running a fever after that thing with the slitheen."

"Helflasm. Letablo. Makyeou."

"That's the one language the TARDIS doesn't translate." he grinned

"Shhh." she hissed, nosing deep into the coffee before taking a sip. The Doctor could not understand why the heck she put all that sugar in her coffee, until he experienced Rose in the morning. She was a true hater of mornings, and it was a known fact she hated them more than Daleks, which he never thought was possible (especially with the amount of times he accidentally flew them into Dalek-infested time periods)

She groaned again, taking another large gulp.

"Immago watch Sherlock and cry, mmkay?" picking up the mug and sliding out of her seat, she sauntered to the door.

"Ooookay!" tossing her a box of tissues. He dumped the rest of his breakfast in the bin. As an afterthought he muttered, "And please, please, please, take all day." Heading out the other door, he let his head consume itself with the little fantasy of Rose's reaction to his gift. He really hoped she would like it.

Five and a half hours later.

"Doooocctoooorr?" Rose called, wandering down yet another dimly lit corridor. She loved the TARDIS, but she really wished the Old Girl would change a few lightbulbs. She had spent the last five hours in a state of constant emotional turmoil, due to Sherlock (AGHAFDKLFJKDFKDSNFLLDJSF:JDS FJLSDFJKDSF)

Now she was approaching another door, this one different from the five thousand others that she'd checked. Rather than the usual post-it or hastily scribbled sign, an engraved bronze plaque adorned the door. She knew at once she was in the right place. Tentatively she placed her hand on the bronze knob, admiring the intricate designs of the wood as she did so. She considered for a millisecond knocking, but was brought back to all the nights that the Doctor had burst into her room screaming his head off about something-or-other at two-bloody-am.

She opened the door and was hit with a symphony for her senses. The room was massive, yet warmly lighted and cozy-feeling. In it there was, well, everything. Nick-nacks, TARDIS parts, tools of all varieties, a few prototype-looking sonic screwdrivers, a purple gerbil squeaking away on it's wheel, mountains of books, anything she could name. She stepped over the threshold and nearly tripped over a pile of dirty laundry. Men. she thought, while bending down to push it to the side, always with the laundry. Crisis averted, Rose called out again.

"Doccctoooorrrrr?" the room smelled of bananas and metal and also a smell that was so distinctly him she would recognise it from anywhere. She heard a CLANG! From one of the room's alcoves and walked over to investigate. Back to her, shoving something hastily into his pocket, was her Doctor.

"Rose! Wasn't expecting you so soon!" his chipper northern accent was strained, and he was clearly hiding something.

"Whatcha' got there Doctor?" she said, innocently, a grin sliding across her face.

"Er- Just some boring TARDIS parts, 'ya know, the usual." he stammered back, shifting uneasily from one foot to the other. Like she said, terrible liar when it comes to the little things.

"Hmm. I don't think so!" she leaned forward and took a step closer, "you of all people would never call TARDIS parts borring."

He sighed, knowing he'd been caught, but not ready to surprise her just yet.

"Alright' you got me," she eagerly took a step forward, "it's a birthday gift." But he didn't budge, "But you have to wait. You can find me at 12:00 tonight, but you're not getting it a moment sooner!"

"Fine." she huffed, retreating. There was no use arguing with the stubborn Time Lord.

"But speakin' of birthday's and presents and all that, where and when do you wanna' go tomorrow?" his grin had returned, and he was eager for her answer.

"I wanna' go shopping at that space market you keep goin' on about. I have a few things I wanna buy for me, an' Mum, an' Mickey."

"Brilliant! A word to the wise, wear your walking shoes, because that place is huge!" she hadn't realised the whole time they were talking he'd been slowly moving her towards the door. But now she found herself standing in the doorframe.

"All right then. See you for dinner?" she was already mentally planning her outfit.

"'Course." then he shut the door.

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