Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, sadly.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is really short I had to cut it off here though, chapter 2 will be longer.

I don't have a beta so the mistakes are mine.

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Rated: T because of future chapters.

Chapter 1

Rose Tyler, sat in the jump seat bye the TARDIS console. She was secretly admiring The Doctor under the guise of flipping through a magazine.

The Doctor was under the console like he often is, fixing the whose-its and recalculating the whats-its.

Rose had finally admitted to herself that she had a "crush" on The Doctor.

Though she doesn't really like calling it a "crush" that made her sound like an obsessed schoolgirl.

A like" she decided "I'll just call it a "like."

Either way she was not happy with it.

"You said you wouldn't do this" The sensible voice in her mind scolded her "right from the beginning when you started traveling with a man you said you wouldn't develop a crush on him."

"A "like" not a crush" she argued with herself "besides what sensible female wouldn't like a brilliant man like him?"

"Rose?" said The Doctor pulling her from her thoughts "what are you staring at?"

"Oh, crap" thought Rose "he caught me staring." She could feel the blush creeping up in her cheeks.

" I was..just... I was..um" stuttered Rose, but it appeared The Doctor had moved on already never really expecting an answer. "Maybe he didn't know I was staring at him" thought Rose "I'm just overacting a 'bit"

But Rose didn't see the amused grin on the Doctors face a he pulled himself back under the console. He has known Rose has had a crush on him since before she even fully "knew".

After all these years of studying humans he knows the signs of female attraction. Plus, the fact that she openly gawked at him every chance she got kind of gave it away.

The Doctor wasn't sure how he felt about it, he blames it on this new body. His latest regeneration made him...to be blunt "quite hot."

In all honesty he thought it was cute, but he just..couldn't be with her. It's not that he doesn't like her... He just cannot be with a companion, not if he makes such a habit out of losing them.

He quite liked the attention though. He liked the thought of dressing a bit sexier and making their hugs more frequent. And his most recent feat; calling her out on her staring, just to make her squirm.

But he couldn't, he couldn't be with a companion...

"Besides" he thought chuckling to himself "I think I'm a little bit too old for her."

"Or...maybe I'm not..."

A/N: Please R&R this is my first story so I will gladly take your critisism :)