Summary: The Doctor hears Rose listening to music, but doesn't knock on her door before entering her room. What he witnesses makes him question if his supressed emotions should be revealed to Rose or not. Little does he know, Rose decides to take matters into her own hands. One-shot takes place after his tenth regeneration; after The Christmas Invasion, and before New Earth.
I'm not sure when I'll be done, or if I'm going to make it a full story. I'll post it as soon as possible, promise! Doctor's honor! ;)
Preface
"Rose, what are you doing?"
Rose looked up from inside the fridge and peeked over the door at The Doctor, spoon in her mouth.
"Nuffin'," she spoke, mouthful of spoon.
"That doesn't look like 'nuffin', Rose."
"What?" she exclaimed, "I'm hungwee!"
"First, the pink room, and now this?"
She took the spoon out of her mouth and glared at him as she stood up straight, "What's wrong with this?"
"You're turning this place domestic, little by little!"
"And?" she waved her spoon in circles, "Your point is...?"
"Never mind..."
"You are such a SourPuss!" she went back to rummaging in the fridge, "I hope your new self isn't like this all the time... I'm startin' to miss the old you."
That made The Doctor freeze... He needs to earn her trust back, not make her hate this new regeneration of him.
"I'm gonna head out for a couple hours..." he told her.
"Fine... have fun, and try to stay out of trouble." she spoke, head still in the fridge.
He grabbed his overcoat and left the TARDIS to get somethings to cheer Rose up.