image/6365966702 based on this picture and accompanying post. It's not exactly what was asked for, but it's still an AU. I might end up making it a multi-chaptered fic, I'm still not sure. I take that back, yes, I am going to make an attempt at a plot.
Rose Tyler slowly made her way up to her seat, glancing anxiously at her ticket. Seat 7, Row K. Seat 7, Row K. She wasn't looking forward to the night ahead. Her boyfriend, Mickey, had asked her to go see a show with him, and all of her friends had squealed about how this would be the night, the night where she got more than a good night kiss from him. To be frank, she hoped to God they were all wrong. She liked Mickey, he was sweet and safe, but that's as far as it went, really. She slid her phone out from her pocket to let Amy know she was in her seat.
"You on a date with Rickey, then?"
She glanced up sharply as familiar northern tones chimed in her ears. "Doctor Smith!" she grinned. He gave her his usual manic grin in return.
"Yeah, I am, actually." she answered, shrugging and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He gave a superior sniff. "What for?" She giggled. "Cause that's what couples do." she said teasingly. He rolled his eyes, usual sass finally taking place. "It's a bit silly." he grumbled. She nodded, grinning. "You sound like Mum. Oh! I don't think she knows who you are yet." she said thoughtfully, bringing her phone up and snapping a picture. He blinked. "What was that for?" She shrugged, snapping another one. "I wanna tell my Mum about my best mate." she teased, snapping another picture. He preened for a minute before posing ridiculously for the camera. Her giggles grew exponentially with every new face he struck. At his latest, she couldn't even snap more than one picture. He grinned. "Let me see?" she shook her head, giggling. "Let me see!" he said, reaching his hand out. She laughed, hugging her phone to her chest and shaking her head. He grinned and climbed over the seat. "Rose Tyler, let me see my photograph!" he tried prying the phone from her hands and she tightened her grip. In the next ten minutes, they somehow became locked in a tickling war that involved Doctor J. Smith tickling Rose M. Tyler's sides until she was squirming and giggling in her seat.
"Oi!"
The Doctor immediately stepped away, his hands clasped politely behind his back. Rose tried to stop giggling and ended up with a choked sounding hiccup. She covered her mouth to hide her grin. "Oh, hello, Rickey-Boy!" The Doctor chirped cheerfully. Mickey glared, taking the seat beside Rose. "It's Mickey." The Doctor nodded. "Oh, right, sorry, Rickey." Mickey opened his mouth to retort but Rose gently swatted his chest. "He's just winding you up." Mickey turned his glare on her, leaving The Doctor to escape back to his seat. "What were you two doing?" he demanded, jittering around in his seat. Rose squeezed his arm lightly as reassurance. "Mickey, I swear, it's fine. We're just mates." Mickey's eyes narrowed. "How d' you know him?" he asked suspiciously. Rose rolled her eyes, cuddling into his side as best she could as the arm rest was between them. "I met him at the shop, he helped me out one day. Wilson was closed to exploding, remember when everyone was moving the dummies, and he thought it was me? Doctor Smith here helped me out with my case." She said softly. He grumbled a bit, but accepted her answer. No more words were said as they settled in to watch the play.