Disclaimer: I do not own DW. This is my first Who story. Hope you enjoy :)

Rose sat curled up on her bed reading a book when there was a soft knock on her door. She read the last few words of her page, then placed the book face down before sliding off the bed and shuffling over to the door. "Yes?"

"Its me. Mind if I bother you for a moment?" The Doctor mumbled through the door.

Rose smiled softly and opened the door. There her Doctor stood, with a glass of apple juice and a plate of cookies. "Whats this about?" She smirked.

The Doctor smiled back. "You didn't eat much for dinner so I thought you could use a snack. Also, you've been quite quiet today. Thought you might like to chat."

Rose stepped out of the way, and The Doctor walked in, setting the glass and plate down on the desk, while she closed the door. "I'm alright. Just thinking is all."

"Wow..." The Doctor exclaimed as he glanced around the room. "You've really made it your own haven't you?"

When she decided to travel with The Doctor fulltime, he gave her a room to call her own, and so she made it exactly how she wanted. As they went to different places, she had picked up little things here and there that suited her personality. Finally, she felt like home. Well, aside from the times that she felt a little homesick.

"I didn't do much, just made it comfortable. Hope you don't mind." Rose smiled, climbing back onto her bed. Her covers were a soft blue, that matched the rest of her room. The love seat by the door had silky black pillows and her furniture was black, but other than that, everything else was blue.

The Doctor leaned against her desk. "Alright Rose, you can't hide anything from me. I'm The Doctor, its my job to know whats wrong."

Rose chuckled softly. "You mean like a real doctor?"

"Exactly!" The Doctor exclaimed. "Now whats going on in that ape mind of yours?"

Shrugging, Rose glanced down at her bed. "I don't know. Sometimes...I miss being home. I mean, not that I want to stay home and stop traveling...I just mean...I sometimes miss when things were a little more simple. More...human I guess."

The Doctor walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. "If you don't want to travel with me anymore, I would understand. I wouldn't be too pleased with the idea, might miss you quite a bit, but Rose I would enevre want to stop you from having a chance at a normal life if thats what you wanted..."

"No! No thats not what i meant!" Rose exclaimed, as she grabbed The Doctor's hand. "Thats not it at all. I'm not leaving you...this...ever. Hear me?"

Rose sq ueezed his hand softly as they locked eyes. Gazing into his eyes always made her breath catch in her throat, and she swallowed hard before looking away.

The Doctor reached his other hand over and stroked her cheek softly. "Rose Tyler...what have you done to this poor sad time-lord?" His voice had a tone that she had never heard before: desperation. She lightly grasped his other hand, and kissed it softly.

"I never meant to do anything..." Rose trailed off, before leaning over and resting her forehead against his. "I just can't help feeling..."

His lips were mire inches away and yet she could feel the electricity. He traced over her lips lightly, sending more jolts through them both, before capturing hers in a heart-stopping kiss.

As a time-lord, The Doctor had seen and experienced many things. But this was the first time the Galifreyan felt like time itself had stopped.