This is is a sequel to 'Glaring Problem, Golden Opportunity'. I recommend that you read it before reading this one.

***Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or anything else. This story is simply a fans interpretation.***

The morning after, Rose opened her eyes to find the Doctor sitting beside her on the bed, and a tray of blueberry waffles with a steaming cup of tea on the nightstand.

"Good morning, Sleepyhead."

She stretched and yawned. "Mmmmm... g'morning Handsome... Hey, where did you find the ingredients to make blueberry waffles? I couldn't find a single thing to make for dinner last night."

"I popped out to the shop while you were sleeping... 10 hours was a long time for me to try to stay in one place. I didn't think that you usually need quite that much sleep."

"Well, it might have had something to do with the mind blowing shag I had last night." She knew that stroking his ego could be dangerous, but when it came to their lovemaking, he absolutely deserved the accolades.

"Oh? And how mind blowing would you say it was, exactly?"

"Mmmm... I'm not sure I remember the precise amount in which my mind was blown... I might need a second sample for a proper analysis." She giggled and rolled back into the blankets. "Holy shit, I'm starting to sound like you."

When the Doctor leaned down to kiss her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him on top of her. The couple shared a few lazy, wet kisses, as Rose dispelled the last remaining vestiges of sleep from her system. Memories of the night before clouded her waking mind with renewed desire. The Doctor was endlessly sexy.

"Rose?"

"Hmmm?" She managed to get out while capturing his lips once more.

"You're glowing."

"Well, I am pretty damn happy right now."

"No, I mean... You're physically glowing, faintly, but your abdomen is definitely brighter looking than it should be."

"Oh hey! Would'ya look at that. Is that some sort'a side-effect from what we did last night?"

"I really don't know. Not much precedent on the matter... Regardless, I think I would like to run some tests on you, in the Med Bay." He sounded so clinical.

Such a bloody buzz kill, that was. But she could let it slide, the stars had finally aligned and allowed them to be together. They had all the time in the universe laid out before them, waiting for them to begin their adventure. The Doctor and Rose in the Tardis, as it should be. Besides, they could alway return to his room for the all important 'second sample' later.

She blew out an exasperated sigh. "Fine... but not until after breakfast, yeah?"

Rose sat on the edge of the cold exam table and watched the Doctor pacing back and forth. She had been sitting there for a good four hours now while he poked, prodded and pondered her. How could such a boring morning follow such an amazing night? She had made love to the Doctor once, only to spend the whole next day in the Med Bay. Already having used the time to paint her finger and toe nails, she was now mind numbingly bored. For a moment, she considered taking a nap on the hard table, but it would have been impossible with the Doctor's constant muttering.

"It doesn't make any sense. All my tests indicate that you are at least 99.7% human… Human DNA… Human reproductive system… Human heart and organs… I don't understand how you could have been glowing this morning... The only thing I can think of is that you had some sort of chemical reaction with my… uh... semen… as it were… You weren't in any sort of pain or anything were you?"

"Agony maybe, but not pain."

"Clever... cheeky, but clever… Well, I guess that rules out a detrimental allergic reaction. Could it be a different type of autoimmune response? It just seems too ironic, too coincidental that it looks so much like Gallifreyan arousal bioluminescence… Don't you agree?"

"I don't know any more, Doctor… but the important thing is that it didn't cause any damage to my system, yeah?"

"Right… no, you're healthy as a horse. Not that I would ever call you a horse. Odd expression, that… Are horses really any healthier than any other mammal? Perhaps I should take a tissue sample from the next horse I meet... Oh! Funny story, the Tardis had a stable for a while."

"Doctor, you're rambling… Can we get out of here yet? I mean, unless you're going to wank into a test-tube so that you have a sample to test your chemical reaction theory with, I'd say there's not much else we can possibly do in here right now."

Rose already knew that suggestion was beneath him, but she loved watching him react to statements like that. Without fail, the Doctor scrunched up his nose dramatically. "Wank into a test-tube? Not likely."

"Didn't think so..." She said as she slid off of the table, ready to finally leave.

Blocking her way out the door, he continued: "There's got to be something else going on. Have you been experiencing any other strange symptoms?" He was not going to drop this, was he?

"Nope... Oh, hang on! Now that I think about it, I have been meaning to ask you about the Tardis."

"What about her?" He raised one eyebrow.

"How much should I be able to feel her in my mind? Like, how much did your other human companions understand her?"

"I suppose that would vary from person to person. Lots of variables there: Length of exposure, natural perceptive tendencies, empathetic mindset, and how much the Tardis likes the individual... Generally speaking, her moods and humming could theoretically be discernible by anyone that had spent a decent amount of time on board."

"Should I be able to give her specific requests?"

"Perhaps, the ship is probably more tuned into your mind than the other way around... I figured that was how you got her to take us to Cardiff. She does like you an awful lot by the way."

"Should I be able to understand her responses to my questions clearly? Or be able to have her help me clear my mind to sleep?"

"Er... No, I don't think so... Can you?"

"Yeah. I've been able to understand her responses for sometime now. At first it was just moods like you said, but lately I can practically carry on a conversation with her."

"Is that true?" He demanded of the ceiling, accusingly. "And if so, you should have told me!"

Humming brightly, the Tardis confirmed what she had said. Rose even began to giggle when she felt the equivalent of the ship sticking her tongue out at the Doctor. To retort, he stuck his tongue out at the ceiling, and began mumbling. "Sometimes I think the Tardis likes you more than me... Ungrateful, incorrigible, meddling.."

"I can't help that we get along so well, she's fantastic!"

"Hmmm... You might have always had a mild predisposition for telepathy, which might have been nurtured during your time with us. Perhaps with help from our fantastic, sentient tin can here." The door to one of the nearby cabinets flew open and smacked the Doctor in the shoulder. "Oww!" He rubbed his arm with his other hand, feigning injury.

Again, Rose giggled. "Even so, I am done with tests for today. My back is sore from sitting on this blasted table for so long." She stretched her back and grimaced at the cracking sound it made.

"Awwww please, just let me give your brain a quick CTscan to check for markers of telepathy."

"Doctor!"

"Fine... Ooooo, can I check the state of your mind the old fashioned way?" His expression went from disappointment to utter exuberance in a half second flat.

"You mean, go into my head?"

"Yeah, but I won't look at anything you don't want me to see. Promise!" He was bouncing up and down with all the innocent eagerness of a child expecting a new toy.

"Oh, alright... But only because you're giving me the most adorable big brown puppy eyes... And not in the Med Bay." She said, smacking him on the shoulder where the cabinet door had just hit him. With that, she left the room.

"Oww! No fair ganging up on me."