The quiet humming of the TARDIS was interrupted by a mobile phone vibrating on the console. Rose Tyler-to whom the phone belonged- looked up from her book and giggled as the TARDIS' presence in her mind gave of a strange sensation. Rose was sure that if it could have been translated, it would have gone along the lines of "That tickles!"

She took her feet down off of the console and reached for her phone. A small spark and a muffled curse from under the controls told her that the Doctor was still making his "repairs." The truth, she knew, was that he was simply bored.

The text was short and stated simply, I'm outside, but Rose knew who it was from immediately. Hell, she could have recited that number in her sleep.

Backwards.

She quickly got to her feet and made her way over to where the Doctor's legs were visible.

"Doctor?" She called. The only reply was more tinkering noises and a slight yelp as another spark flew.

"Doctor!" She called again, louder this time, poking him with her foot. He noticed her then (thankfully, Rose thought. She really didn't want to have to kick him) and rolled out from under the console, looking up at her impatient expression.

Rose suppressed a laugh when she saw him. The Doctor's hair-while normally messy- was now sticking up in every direction, his glasses skewed across his face. He caught her smiling and gave a mock-hurt look, straightening his glasses.

"What's up?" He asked, giving up on the whole 'offended' thing and grinning at her.

"Just poppin' out for a bit, yeah?" She answered. "And don't worry!" She hastily added, seeing his sceptical expression." I won't wander off or anything-even though we're only in the Estate and of the two of us I think I'm less likely to attract trouble- I just fancy a walk, ok?"

The Doctor shrugged, covering up his disappointment. Despite all he said to the contrary, he liked these quiet moments on in the TARDIS together.

"Sure, you don't need my permission. See you later then."

"See you later," She smiled at him and he watched her go, loneliness welling up inside him already. Dear Rassilon, when did that happen?

Rose shut the door carefully behind her, before stumbling on something in the half-light. Kneeling down, she picked up a single pink and yellow rose, a bowtie wrapped around the stem. A small note read," Come along then, Tyler…"

Her face split into a smile and she eagerly looked around, wondering where he could be. She looked for a few minutes before noticing another rose tied to a telephone pole by the corner. Blimey, She thought. That's a bit dangerous in itself, really. If he got caught tying flowers to posts in the Powell Estate by the wrong people, he'd be lynched.

Rose rounded the corner carefully, wary of an ambush. She'd get him this time. Looking suspiciously over her shoulder, she continued on past some of the flats before being pulled into a bear-hug from behind. Letting out a half-squeal, half-laugh, she spun around as the arms released her.

"Got you again, Rose Tyler." He said playfully, not letting go of her hand. Rose groaned," Please don't make me say it again." She begged, knowing that it was no use.

"Oh, no. I won fair and square, and you have to respect that. You can make me say any number of embarrassing things when you catch me."

She sighed, closed her eyes, and recited,

" Oh, such is the doom of any mortal set against the mighty Oncoming Storm. How can I ever hope to best him in this epic battle of hide and seek?"

The Doctor laughed and pulled her into another hug. He hadn't changed at all really- at least from the last time Rose saw him- although it seemed the TARDIS had put her foot down (figuratively, of course) about his clothes.

He was wearing what he had taken to calling the 'Tuxedo of Doom' although he had replaced the jacket with a long tailcoat, which his current incarnation seemed to have a strange fondness for, and had seemingly won the battle with the TARDIS over a ridiculous red bowtie.

"Did you like my little surprise by the door?" He murmured into her hair. Two regenerations and still at least a head taller than her. Rose laughed softly.

"Pink and yellow roses? You're getting cheesy in your old age, Doctor."

He scoffed," Cheesy? Roses can never be cheesy. A pink and yellow rose for my pink and yellow Rose. And I'm going to make an effort not to be insulted by that 'old age' remark."

She gave a 'whatever-makes-you-happy' shrug and they stood there for a while, just holding on to each-other.

Rose pulled away and grinned at him, her tongue poking out between her teeth," You know," she said," We've really got to stop meeting like this. People will talk."

The Doctor grinned back," People," He replied, looping his arms around her waist," Do little else."

Rose pretended to think it over, sucking in a breath," Weeell," She began, drawing out the word in an imitation of the old Doctor. She put her arm around his shoulders, holding the rose with the other," In that case…"

Hey Guys, it's me. Sorry to those of you who expected the next chapter of B.i.a.U.J but I've had major writer's block with that story lately. This was going through my head today so I had to write it down. Please review

-Kate