9:00am Present Day (Saturday)

It was his hot breath against her neck which initially awakened Rose Tyler from her drunken stupor. Opening one eye reluctantly she was met with a pleasant sight. The tenth incarnation of the Doctor lay beside her, his arms curled around her waist. Rose opened her other eye unsurely, believing, for the moment, that her vision was deceiving her.

She sat up. Her eyes weren't playing tricks on her, and yet, the possibility of it was simply…impossible.

Rose scanned the hotel room in which she found herself. It was embarrassingly extravagant and if she tilted her head slightly she swore she could see the Eiffel Tower from the window.

The Doctor moved in his sleep beside her bringing her back to her current predicament. She was completely, entirely, wholly and solely naked and so was he.

She held her breath as she took in every curve of his body, her hands itching to touch his chest. Rose let out a disappointed breath as her nerves stopped her. She untangled herself from the Doctor's arms and pulled herself off of the bed. The sweat soaked sheets peeling off of her uncomfortably. Her memory was blurred and a hangover was threatening to consume her as she squinted around trying to identify her clothes amongst the ones strewn around the room. Rose smiled slyly as she located the doctors brown pin-stipe jacket hanging limply on a doorknob.

She had finally found her last lonely sock underneath a coffee table when her stomach lurched sickeningly. She ran towards what she hoped was the bathroom, making the journey just in time. Staring down at the toilet Rose honestly wondered if she had just vomited a rainbow. The colours danced and twirled horribly around the edges of the bowl. She wiped her mouth and got up unsteadily, the room spinning slightly. Rose went to the basin and stared into the mirror. Her reflection was less than satisfying. The previous nights mascara had created panda-like circles around her eyes and she was white as a ghost. She assessed her naked body appreciating the fact that all the running around with the Doctor had made her look one hundred percent fitter. She washed her face and tried to think back to the night before again, with no success. Sighing she closed the door and sat on the edge of the bathtub.

"Hello Rose! As much as I love being here, it would be fantastic if you could get me down."

Rose's head shot up toward the voice. It was an odd sight to say the least. He was wearing a pink mini dress and three knives had been stabbed through his arms and body pinning him to the inside of the bathroom door, leaving him immobile. The dress was soaked with blood, but Capitan Jack Harkness, alive and well, winked cheekily at her.

Hello Potential Readers :)

I've got a few projects on the go at the moment, so I apologise if I'm a little slack in updating. Hopefully I'm not too slow. Just wanted to say hi and I hope you like my fluffy beginning. Feel free to read and review.

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