Hey guys! I don't own Doctor Who. I adore Ten and Eleven! They're just so relate able. I just wanted to say that! Oh and Sorry if Ten is out of character at any point, but it serves a purpose in this fan fiction. I don't really think he is OOC though and I hope to show that as this series develops. With all that out of the way… allons-y!

Chapter One

It was an ordinary day for then, though by their definition and not the world's. It was another day of exploring, getting in to trouble and running for their lives. Rose Tyler was used to it by now, for when you traveled with The Doctor it is to be expected. The two of them hauled it to the TARDIS and slammed the door shut on the soldiers who were chasing them. They leaned against the door, holding their breath as they waited the few tense moments before their angry mob gave up and went off. It seemed to be hours before the all clear was given before they busted out laughing and falling to the floor.

"I can't believe that happened," Rose giggled and stood up, "You nearly got us killed as over something stupid!" She brushed a few strands of her blonde hair out of the way still giggling and laughing every time she laid eyes on the Time Lord.

The Doctor was giggling as well, enjoying the thrill of the adventure and never missing a beat. He didn't argue with Rose because it was true. He nearly got them killed because he simply had to go and touch this gooey squishy thing that he saw on display. If there was one thing the Time Lord was good at, it was touching things he shouldn't touch. Sticking his nose in things was a brilliant skill if he had to say so himself.

"I can't help it! It was soooo….Squishy!" The Doctor sounded exactly like a little kid, but he was Rose's little kid, her Doctor, and her Time Lord. He had no problems with that at all because somewhere along the line he began to have feelings for his companion and promised she could remain by his side for that fleeting life she had. It was flawless except for one small detail.

The problem is admitting it. The Doctor never talks about his feelings or his past. Ever. It was hard telling her the few things he has so far, but words are power and he wasn't ready to say those three words which would confirm Rose's suspicious. He knows she knows that he loves her, but humans have a thing about hearing it. The Time Lord would comply, on his own terms when he was ready, and she knows that. It hurt her and he, like everything else knew that to, but he couldn't dispel that hurt just yet. However, he could compensate for it and compensate he did. She did get to see sides of him that no one ever saw.

Rose smiled at him the way she always did, "You're so brilliantly immature for 900 odd years of living," She stepped closer and embraced him, that special We-Made-It-Out-Alive-Because-You-Brillaintly-Saved-The-Day-After-Brillaintly-Stupidly-Got-Us-In-To-Trouble hug that she always gave him after they were safe. It was fine with him because he loved to touch her as much as he loved to touch everything else including that squishy thing which got them in to trouble. Hands on things were always the best and most fun. That being said, he would love to touch Rose in an even more intimate way than the casual hugs, but that had to wait for making love without admitting it would only further damage the void which is slowly closing between them. That tender space which protected their friendship had to slowly be bridged for if it moved to fast, The Doctor feared he'd break and breaking was not something a Time Lord did. Until the status quoi shifted out of his corner, he would bridge that gap slowly, for that was the one time he would travel the slow path. His hearts were so fragile under that smiling tough act he put on. No one noticed, maybe at times Rose did, but other than her, no one noticed the small shift in his smile, or a quick tensing of the shoulder. Sometimes the smile didn't reach his brown eyes, but no one could see those small things. They were small clues, windows in to his true self, and no one saw them, noticed them. He was glad about that for he had long since closed the lid and bottled up his feelings.

"So I'm going to shower. Where are we off to next?" Rose separated herself from The Doctor and watched him think for a minute before he shrugged, which was rare.

"Hhmmm… I think you should go home first. The universe won't go anywhere. We can take a breather for a while." He spun on his heel, his shoes squeaking on the floor as he ran around pushing various buttons and twisting knobs. He directed the TARDIS back to Earth which took only ten seconds before they were parked in their usual spot by her house. He danced back to her and smiled that trade mark smile, "There we go. Perfect landing if I do say so myself eh? Go and see your Mum. On Earth it's been about a month or so give or take a few days. She's probably worried sick and I don't want to spend the day getting smacked around because I didn't bring her precious daughter back to tell her it's all right." The Time Lord shivered remembering the last time, coincidentally, the first time they went without telling Jackie a thing. She slapped him something fierce. In all of his 900 years no woman had ever slapped him, until Jackie Tyler. That was an experience he will never forget and if he could avoid it he will at all costs, plus that human woman scared him as much, if not more, than Rose, though luckily for him Rose never directed her full anger at him. He hoped to avoid ever facing her wrath. Especially since her mother is Jackie Tyler.

Rose eyed him, suspicious because something about him was off. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but he seemed different. Outwardly he wasn't any different in his pinstriped suit and his shoes, but something about the way he carried himself was different. She could guess at what it was, but she refused to let her mind take her there. That line was out of bounds and she did not cross there. Instead she just let it go, turned on her heel, and made her way to her room to shower and get cleaned up before she went to see her mom. She lingered however for a fleeting second. There was just a nagging feeling that things would change and something would give way to a new relationship for them. The blonde couldn't put it in to words exactly what it was, but things were just weird between them. Right now though she needed to shower and so she hurried off to her room, putting the feeling aside for the moment.

In no time at all the pair found their selves at Jackie's flat. Jackie greeted them at the door with a pleasant smile. Rose embraced her mother, immediately chattering about their latest adventures. Jackie seemed fairly happy, so The Doctor relaxed just a tad, though he wasn't out of the woods yet. Jackie no doubt insisted in-between conversations that he stay and eat, and how could he say no? Rose gave him that look, that innocent smile which melted his hearts and he complied without a fuss. He took a seat and joined in, being the king of ranting and babbling, he found it easy to bounce off their inputs and spin up some of his own which they eagerly listened to at times, or feigned eagerness at the very least. The Doctor didn't care though because he loved to hear his self talk. Sometimes he'd go so far as to say hearing his own voice turned him on, but that would be a little weird and pushing it, though he was pretty sure that was possible.

A few hours passed by in merriment. Rose and The Doctor related their latest tale to Jackie about how The Doctor nearly got them killed. It earned The Doctor a few odd, and at times scary, stares but overall it was quite an interesting tale.

"We nearly got executed; luckily The Doctor here is the king of babbling which distracted the soldiers long enough for us to make a head start." Rose snickered as she related the story.

The Doctor wasn't going to go down without telling his side, "It was gooey and squishy! I wanted to know what it was. They had a marshmallow on display that made little squeaky noises. It practically screamed touch me." Rose and Jackie both stared at him causing him to wonder exactly what he said to earn such…strange looks.

"Hearing you say that, it kind sounds just…wrong…" Rose suppressed a fit of giggle, though one or two escaped. The Time Lord just stared however, the point completely escaping him. He put it to the fact that the thought of a squeaky marshmallow was funny, missing the ball park all together.

Rose simply continued on with explaining the story, "It turns out that marshmallow thing was some sort of sacred animal to the native people. Touching it without being some sort of high religious priest or something earns you death. Of course our favorite alien here couldn't resist touching it so we got sentenced to death. Won't be going back there any time soon."

Jackie raised an eyebrow, "That's… Interesting. Next time do try and contain your impulses. That's my daughter you're traveling with."

"I know I know. We made it out alive didn't we? Besides I have more impulse control than you give me credit for…." He mumbled that last bit under his breath but they still heard it and they both raised their eyebrows at him, giving him curious looks.

"Care to explain Doctor? Can't be talking about the same person considering we got put to death for touching a marshmallow." Rose gave him a questioning look, but being who he is, he easily diverted the conversation away from himself.

"Anyway! I didn't know it was sacred… Last time I was there they were having world war two over how land… I didn't know the legend behind that thing and yes for once I didn't know something. Actually… More like I didn't remember until just now…" The Time Lord gave his companion and her mother a sheepish grin. Rose already forgave him because it was just funny, but Jackie still gave him a death glare. If looks could kill as cliché as that is, he'd be dead and gone by now. Either way the diversion seemed to work, but knowing Rose, sometimes she found a way to reel him in to answering her questions. So far however it seemed as if he had won. Time flew by even for him and they just had a nice little get together as he would call it. Jackie was being very nice and hospitable to him, which scared him just a tiny bit considering she was usually scolding him for something having to do with her daughter, though he guessed since they came back so quickly compared to the usual, he got on her good side.

As Jackie collected the dishes, she stopped and smiled, "Since I've been so nice to you Doctor," she gave him the sweetest smile and he finally knew where Rose got it from, "Why don't you spend the night here with Rose and me?" The Doctor cringed at the sound of it and ran a hand through his spiky hair. Rose stared at him, giving him that look again, the look that he always fell for. Everything in him screamed no, but he ended up agreeing. Both Rose and Jackie were pleasantly surprised and exchanged looks between each other then at him.

"Blimey," Jackie looked at him before placing a hand on his fore head, "I wasn't expecting a yes! Are you sick? Do Time Lords get sick?"

"Yes we do," The Time Lord looked away and smiled. "I just figured it's easier to give in to your demands than to put up with the slapping and what not besides it'll be like an adventure eh?" He clicked his tongue in that trade mark way he has and only left long enough to get a change of clothes and returned with a few of Rose's clothes that needed laundering. While the TARDIS did have a laundry room, The Doctor let Jackie have her way because it was her way of bringing her daughter home to see her. He really did understand her feelings, but he wasn't so irresponsible as to let Rose die or get hurt. Things did happen where she would get in to a scrape, but as long as he breathed Rose would always return safely to her. There was no way he would lose Rose ever. Even if it meant putting up with her mother, he was willing to do anything for her which reminded him just how close he grew to her. It scared him more than any Dalek or Cyberman. How could one blonde human have the power to turn him in to a sniveling love sick moron? Even when he got so angry with her he could shove her out the door at her mother's doorstep, all it took was one smile and he let it all go. They had their disagreements like everyone else, but he loved her completely. Right now those feelings were bottled up, but they slowly leaked out, creeping up towards the surface, begging to be revealed. That time was close at hand. Originally he planned to tell her to spend a few days while he sailed off somewhere to be alone and cool down, but the thought made him feel guilty, plus he didn't want to be alone or without his Rose.

"That settles it," The Doctor dropped a small back with some clothes in it and plopped on the bed in a spare room they had, "We're staying three days. That means you're stuck with me for three days Jackie Tyler." He smiled and made himself comfy. Rose squealed and rushed to her room which was across the hall, falling on her bed to relax as well. Jackie smiled and shook her head, but The Doctor was right, it would be an adventure having him around. At the very least hopefully between now and when they sail off, she could push the two of them in the right direction.

Alrighty that's it for chapter one. I'm not quite sure I like how it's written here, so I may redo it at some point. Leave me ideas or comments or constructive criticism or whatever. Just keep in mind this is only chapter one. Lot more chapters to go before the underlying idea of this little thing presents itself. First Doctor Who fanfic and all, so go easy on me, kay?