Rose watched the Doctor as he tinkered with the ship. She watched his frustrated face as he placed a wire incorrectly, and his delighted face when he did it right. He was wearing his usual formal attire, with a drop of sweat on his brow. His hair pointed upwards as usual, how it did that she had no idea. Maybe he used some sort of special Time-Lord hair gel.

"Well, it's good now," He said to her, grinning with that smile that made her heart melt.

'If only he knew,' She thought, 'How madly in love with him I am.'

"Rose? Ready to go?" He broke her concentration.

She was so incredibly tempted to kiss him right then, just to have him and hold him. "Huh? Uh, yeah. Where?" She muttered, staring into his beautiful eyes. Beautiful hair, beautiful eyes, beautiful face, beautiful Doctor.

"Anywhere in all of time and space of course! Are you okay?" He examined her carefully.

"Yes, I'm fine, um, let's go wherever you want," She suggested.

The Time-Lord nodded unsurely and started dancing around the console, pushing, pulling, and reading things. "Let's go to Australia!" He said happily. She knew she had to focus, but in her mind Rose was coming up with a thousand scenarios. Some of which weren't so innocent. When he opened the doors of the TARDIS and expected her to be stunned, he studied her closer. "Let me take you to the med-bay, you don't look so good."

"Um... Okay," She didn't exactly realize what she was agreeing to. Why was she thinking like this all of a sudden? Sure, she always thought about it, but now it was actually affecting her. Maybe she was sick.

"Sit down," He said, scanning her with his sonic screwdriver a few times. She obeyed and sat on the medical bed, staring at his face. His eyebrows scrunched together, reading the results on the small device. "Well... You seem okay... Is something bothering you Rose?" The Time-Lord sat next to her on the bed, looking at her with obvious concern in his expression. She had completely forgotten about his question. Rose slowly put her hands around his neck. "Rose?"

She pulled him close to her, meeting her lips to his. They we're soft and tasted like honey. He pulled away slowly, debating in his head what he should do. "Sorry," She said, searching his eyes.

"Why..." He didn't know what to say, his mouth dropped open. "I..."

His companion smiled a little with the knowledge that she had left him breathless for once. She got up and walked out of the room with an extra sway in her hips. The Doctor simply laid down on the medical bed and shut his eyes, remembering her lips touching his. "Oh Rassilon, maybe I'm sick," He muttered.

Rose sat down on her white bed and thought hard. She knew for a fact she had seen longing in his eyes, but what if she had just scared him away? The Doctor was super awkward sometimes, that was a fact, but he was just so adorable. She visioned his face and a smile crept up on her lips. 'He's easy to mess with,' She thought, 'I'll just start toying with the Time-Lord.'

He walked into her room, practicing what he was going to say a thousand times in his head. But she was sleeping soundly on her bed, her face peaceful and a small smile on her lips. The Doctor watched her for a few minutes, imagining that some day he would be next to her in that bed. Eventually, the Time-Lord left the room and walked over to his library, where he spent a lot of his time.

After selecting six varied books, he laid down on a green couch with them. When he was completely immersed in the first one, he heard a rumbling noise. He got up and took off his reading glasses. The noise came again. "What is that?" He said to himself, exiting the library and heading for the console room. The shaking got louder and louder as he approached the console. He felt the TARDIS rumble and roll.

"Doctor! What's happening?!" Rose exited her bedroom, yelling after him.

"I don't know! Something's wrong with her! Rose, look out!" He shouted, seeing a queer black mist behind her.

Rose turned around and screamed, being engulfed by the black swirls. She dissapeared in front of his eyes, and the shaking started to stop. "No... No ROSE!" He screamed, jumping in after her, into the portal.

'Box,' Rose thought, 'I'm in a box. How did I get here? There was some black stuff... Where's the Doctor?' "Doctor?!" She shouted. It was pitch black, and the box she was in was pushing against her. It was just barely tall enough to fit her, and the sides pushed on her arms, chest, and back. "Doctor?! Anyone?! Let me out of here!" She called, struggling.

He was in a similar situation when he heard her call. He was also in a pitch black box, slightly bigger than Rose's. He heard a muffled voice call his name, and he replied as loud as he could. "Rose?... I'm here, Rose!"

"Doctor! Where are we?" She said, still fighting with the hard walls.

"I don't know... I thi-" A small light appeared in his box, next to his right arm. "Hey! Who are you?" He asked, trying to get himself into a position where he could see through the hole. The Doctor felt a needle pierce his arm, and then the light went away. He instantly felt drowzier. "Rose... They..." He struggled to find the strength to speak on, "Gave me something... I..."

"Doctor?! Stay with me!" She yelled back, growing in worry. If they damaged him, she would kill every last one of their kidnappers with her bare hands.

Tied behind her back.

"Rose," He moaned, fighting the strong drug. The Time-Lord fell into a deep sleep whispering her name.