"Rose..." the Doctor grumbled as he reached across their bed, only to be met with empty sheets.
"Over here, honey."
He sat up groggily to see Rose standing by their dresser, pulling a shirt over her head.
"Going to go shopping with mum for a few hours. I thought I'd let you sleep in. Big day today and I know you'd rather not spend the first half of it with my mum." She giggled, giving him her tongue in teeth smile.
Big day today... The Doctor struggled to come up with what today could be. He cursed his half human biology for his sleep induced half functioning brain.
Rose sighed before walking over and bending down to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek.
"Six years ago, you said 'Run' to me in Heinriks basement."
"Ohhhh... OH. Yes, of course. I knew that. "
"Uh huh" she said sarcastically. "I'll be back in a few hours. You can figure out how we're gonna celebrate while I'm gone, yeah?"
"Course" he said, realizing the implied threat if he didn't.
"Love you, Doctor" she called over her shoulder as she walked out the door, just a bit frustrated.
Six years... The doctor thought as he got out of bed and stretched. He started cleaning up their flat as his mind wondered. Six years ago she was still very much a teenager. His Rose Tyler, all eyeliner and bleached blonde hair. She had changed so much in six years. She had let her natural, dirty blonde hair grow out before cutting it into a sleek bob. She hardly ever wore makeup now, and her clothes were professional enough for her office job at Torchwood. Once the Doctor had come to this universe he insisted on her not putting herself in danger anymore as a field agent. Long gone were their days of recklessly running around the stars. Sure, they still traveled in their tardis, but they always picked safe destinations. They realized they had been blessed with one last chance to be together, and they were not going to be separated again.
The Doctor, having cleaned their flat to what he knew to be Rose's satisfaction, began to plan for this evening. He was struck with an idea, and ran out to the store, still in his jim-jams and slippers. When he returned, it was a quarter past eleven in the morning and he started to prepare lunch. He chopped the potatoes carefully, slipping them in the pot of frying oil he'd placed on the stove. As the chips were frying, he pulled out their wedding pictures. The Doctor and Rose had been married in a quiet little chapel in Scotland, with just her family as guests. He smiled at the memory of how beautiful she looked, tears running down her face as she smiled up at him. He had been so afraid of domestics at first, but she had been equally understanding. Beginning with separate rooms at the Tyler mansion, they had gradually gone to a single room, then their own flat. It had been a full year since he arrived that they even made love. It had been worth it though. The feel of her soft skin, and the sounds she made as he bit her neck...
The Doctor was pulled out of his reminiscing by a strange smell. Realizing what it was, he raced to the stove to see his chips ruined and floating pathetically in the burnt oil.
"Noooo..." He moaned and ran his greasy fingers through his hair, making it stick up more than it usually did, in wild looking spikes.
Just then the front door opened, and Rose walked in to see him looking completely flustered in the kitchen with something on the pot smoking.
She couldn't help but giggle.
"Doctor, I thought we'd been over this. No using the stove unless I'm here. "
He sighed "I know, I just thought I'd surprise you. I was making chips. Just like our first date. "
She melted at his sad puppy dog face and hugged him tightly.
"Well go out and get them, yeah? No big deal." She smiled brightly.
He pulled her closer for a peck on the lips.
"I love you. Truly I do. "
She giggled again, "I know."
With that she made her way to their room, shopping bags on both arms while the Doctor threw out the bad chips. When she returned she was wearing a pair of baggy jeans with a Union Jack tshirt, like the one she wore when he still had big ears and a northern accent.
"You know I always did love that look on you".
She smiled up at him and then with a mischievous glint in her eyes said "I think we should have a throw back day. Chips, union jacks, leather jackets and causing trouble. Just like when we first met."
His grin was manic as he ran into their bedroom and dressed like he had in his previous regeneration. When he came out, Rose oohed at his appearance and general level of badassery.
"Rose Tyler, you and me are going to make Pete's World ours."
