Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of the mentioned characters. I might do one day though, just you watch me!

Oh and I guess I don't own Twilight either. But you can keep that if you want. As I am at this, nothing against Twilight as a piece of work, this is just for the context of plot and I do respect every persons personal opinion as you should respect Roses. With that being said, enjoy!

I dedicate this story to my first ever follower. You followed me before I had even published a story!
I am very sorry you probably won't enjoy this one very much, I promise you one day I'll write a proper story just for you.

River, you always challenge me to come up with the best, probably very weird and yet most extraordinary stories. I am very glad I met you, thank you for bearing with me.

Still a Better Love Story than 'Twilight'

"Rose!"

Rose moaned and shifted her head back into the depths of her fluffy rose-pattered pillow. She didn't want to get up, it was way too early.

Strained she tried to cling to her dreams, amazing dreams, about endless adventures and time travel with this incredible man, a man with two hearts who always seemed so eager to run; run to discover the wonders of the universe, but yet still paused long enough to show her, the plain little shop girl from the Powell Estate, Earth, the wonders of time and space is his magical blue wooden box.

"Rooose!" the voice called again, this time becoming a little more livid.

Rose sighed deeply as she finally lifted her head; eyes still closed she tried to hold onto her dreams just a tiny moment longer, still not entirely ready to face her reality yet.

But just this moment a small raging sound came from afar and bounced through the corridors in distance to her room. Rose recoiled as she finally opened her eyes.

She couldn't fight away her reality forever. She was sure her job or her Mum or Mickey or something else was out there waiting for her. And it sounded which ever it was outside waiting, was becoming angrier with every second she stayed muffled up in bed.

Drowsy Rose let her hands fly over her dishevelled golden hair, as she suddenly blinked in surprise of the slightly dimmed, very messed up room surrounding her.

Oh right.

She was in the TARDIS. Of course she was in the TARDIS, how could she even forget that? She had been travelling with the Doctor for more than a year now.

She let her eyes wander above the mess around the familiar room. It was a really nice room. She loved it the instance she saw it on her very first encounter with the magical bigger-on-the-inside space ship.

A huge wardrobe was built into almost one entire side of the rather small but yet very comfortable chopped room, which was stuffed with all cloths anybody could possibly just ever imagine.

And anything anybody could possibly ever imagine if Rose was to be completely honest. The TARDIS never left out on an opportunity to astonish her.

A little desk covered the other side of the room, loaded with all the little things Rose picked up from her adventures with the Doctor.

She couldn't even start to name half the knick-knacks pilling all over another, covering most space of the large table top, but she knew at least most of their functions.

The Doctor loved spotting those little trinkets. He always handed them to her with his huge boyish grin, explaining all their amazing gimmicks with a sparkling gleam in his eye, which usually left Rose with her moth hung open about the mere wonders the universe provided.

Like this they had found her an instant hair dryer from a gigantic, very chaotic market place on this amazing planet with big blue headed but yet quite friendly inhabitants, which managed to dry even Roses long messy hair in nanoseconds; had managed to snatch an amazing little cube, which projected an accurate true to scale model of the entire universe by pressing the right button hidden on the backside of one of its faces, and had gotten a hold onto a small, translucent bulb containing a white fog inside, which turned into a deep crimson colour if someone had forgotten to fulfil an before indicated task. Yes, an actual Remembrall!

The Doctor had squeaked in surprise, jumping and grinning like a little boy when he spotted the trinket in an antiquarian bookshop on a rather dull and dusty planet not too far from Earth, handing the small inconspicuous ball to Rose with the biggest grin plastered on his face.

Now the little glassy ball was sitting enthroned on top of a neat pile of various other innumerable and pretty incredible items, objects and trinkets.

But apart from that Rose room was quite empty. Well, despite all the piles of clothing lying all crossed over the floor and furniture.

Rose had never been the tidiest person and since she spent most of her days running, she just didn't feel the energy left to care about well-organising her clothes after yet another day of extraordinary adventures spent alongside the Doctor.

Usually she just left whatever she was wearing drop down to the floor and threw herself on her bed just seconds before she doze off to sleep.

Suddenly, a small humming sound bounced off the walls of her room, leaving the lights flicker just an instant, as fierce steps echoed off the corridor leading to her room.

An angry knock at her door left Rose boggle in surprise.

"Rose? Rose, get out of there!"

Rose held her breath as the knocking continued.

"Wake up! I need to talk to you!" The voice called, holding more vigour to it now, but Rose didn't answer his calls and eventually the vast striving steps ran off again.

She let out a huge breath.

Well, the Doctor did sound undeniably angry.

Slowly she dragged herself out of bed, grabbing a pair of fresh socks and pulling them over, before she gave her room one last glance, gathering herself to leave the safety it provided and face the oncoming storm apparently waiting already rather impatiently outside in the control room.

Rose worried her lip as her small steps sounded of the large corridors. Nervously she ran her fingers through her hair, as she finally found his tall pinstriped figure leaning with crossed arms against the TARDIS console.

He was angry. He was very angry.

She could tell it just by the way he bounced on his heels, flipping the TARDIS controls up and down in a pointless effort to blow off some steam.

Rose held her breath as she made her way up to his side.

What had she done now? She ran fiercely through her head, but she couldn't point anything she recently could have done to upset him.

She stiffened her shoulders, gathering herself, and took a bravely step right behind him.

"Mornin'" Her voice sounded a little squeakier than she intended it to be.

She held her breath as he turned over, his eyes gleaming and mouth twisted.

"Could you please explain to me, Rose, what in Rassilons sake this is?" he looked at her, his deep, chocolate brown eyes piercing right through her mind.

Rose blinked in surprise at the object he held right to her face.

It was a book.

With once, Rose let out a huge breath. So, that's what this was all about, her being all messy inside the TARDIS control room again.

She actually had to hear his lecture about not leaving any stuff lying around the console room every few weeks or something. Still, she never really bothered about sticking to his rules too much, usually he wasn't any more reliable on cleaning off all the little bits and pieces he constantly built out and into the TARDIS console from lying all spread around the floor himself.

Actually, his lecture time way decreased after his regeneration. Sometimes Rose had the feeling he actually seemed somewhat relieved he didn't feel the need to act as her perfect shining role model anymore, when he himself wasn't much tidier about this stuff than she was.

And she surely would have never expected an outburst like this.

Not from him anyway. His big nose and ear grumpy predecessor, maybe, but definitely not this all cheerful and bouncy pinstriped Doctor, always up, happy and chipper about anything in just the slightest way connected to Rose.

Rose shrugged.

"It looks like a book" she answered him all innocently.

He rolled his eyes back.

"Well, yes Rose, I can see that. But what is it doing in my TARDIS console?" he asked determined.

Rose looked at him. "Okay 'm sorry. Must have left it here some days back when I read it. I can't even remember I left it here" she said solemnly.

The Doctor pinched the back of his nose, looking down for a second in a poor effort to calm himself.

"And what, in Earth's name, would you be reading 'Twilight' for?" he asked, his voice bouncing from suppressed anger.

Rose blinked in disbelieve, looking at the cover of the book for the first time as he wiggled it in front of her face.

"'Twilight' Rose! I can't believe it. And here I thought I knew you! I really would have thought better of you, Rose Tyler. 'Twilight'? I mean, really, 'Twilight'? Anything's a better love story than that! Hamlet is a better love story than 'Twilight'! The autobiography of Ringo Star is a better love story than 'Twilight'! The 'Steps and downfall of the duke of New New Manhattan' is a better love story than 'Twilight'!

"Although, it does include some very insulting aspects and treatments of the Poosh within the deeds of the all mighty and bountiful human empire during the 54th century, but still a better love story than Twilight!" he raged, pacing up and down, as he forced his little rant onto Rose.

Rose bit her lip to stop herself from laughing out loud, as she watched him getting in fret about the little book.

Truth was, she actually wasn't very fond to read it anyway. Her friend Shareen had given it to her back when they stopped by for a visit to her Mum, telling her to definitively give it a try as apparently everyone around was just freaking out about it at the moment.

So, because she couldn't find a decent way to just say 'no' she took it with her.

Actually she found it rather bloated and definitely way over done.

Well, yes, it was quite easy to read and had some nice romance, but nothing really revolutionary new and to be honest, the characters seemed to act rather dull most of the time.

But she didn't intend to let him of the hook that easily.

So, Rose gave the Doctor a rather sheepish smile as she leaned away from him, casually running her fingers above the railings beside her.

"Well, actually I thought Edward was quite the handsome hero if you ask me" she said innocently as he interrupted his raving monologue. He paused a second, looking rather puzzled at her calm face.

"Really?"

His voice sounded somewhat caught off. "What makes you say that?" he asked in disbelieve.

Rose paused a little, staring off into the distance as if trying to remember a certain aspect of the book.

"Well, he's quite brave, isn't he? He's very smart, knows his way in literature and he's very reliable. Like, he's always there when Bella needs him, even though at first she thinks he might not. But he's always there protecting her when it comes to the point. Don't you think?"

She asked him in a teasing tone, a smirking grin on her lips as the tip of her tongue poked out at the corner of her mouth.

The Doctor frowned, looking a little taken aback. Rose secretly bit her inner cheek to stop herself from laughing as he knitted his brow, re-enacting her words. She could almost see his thoughts running wild around his head.

"But, oh come on, stone like sparkling in the sun vampires? Who would fall for that?" he asked in a spiky tone. "Who would want to cuddle up a stone? I mean, he's not even her species!"

Rose actually paused to think about that for a moment, a little startled by his words.

"Well, I suppose" she began and as she spoke she felt her words actually carried more truth to them than she might have intended. "I suppose those things don't really matter. She really loves him, so she doesn't care if he's actually her species or not. Love doesn't work like that. It's not logic. You just fall for the person, no matter if he might be made of stone or got two heads or I don't know" she trailed of, cutting her sentence before she could add anything further.

He made a disbelieving sound. "Oh come on, as if you would really fall in love with a two headed drivelling Slitheen!"

Rose shrugged. "Well, I suppose you wouldn't understand anyway. You're nothing like Edward."

And with that said, she turned over, heading back for her room, leaving him standing left alone in his complete daze. She could almost picture his bewildered face as he tried to put some sense to her words.

Rose laughed at the thought, shutting the door of her room with some force and letting herself once again drop onto her cosy mattress and her eyes fall shut.

He'll definitely think twice before waking her up so early next time.

It wasn't for a couple hours later, Rose actually started to get a little worried.

It was very unlikely for the Doctor to just drop a conversation like that. She half expected him to burst into her room, all crackling with anger and listing all the reason why exactly he, the last of the Time Lord, the oldest and most sovereign species in the universe, was of course in any way superior to any fictional made of stone vampire character. Sparkling in the sun or not.

And she would laugh at his offended pride and tell him it was just a joke, and that he was of course in any way superior to any fictional character.

And of course she would never tell him how much secretly she actually believed in that.

But apparently he didn't show up and as the hours passed Rose became a little restless. Was he mad at her?

She couldn't believe someone like him would really be offended by a little prank like that. But he did tend to get overly emotional when it came to certain subjects.

But then again, she couldn't believe him getting aggrieved even if she would fancy a fictional character over him, if she would fancy anyone over him, actually. What did he care?

Rose cast a glance at the little clock lying on her bedside table. Of course it was in a way pointless to own a clock in an out of time existing spaceship, but she felt better when she at least kept up the loose image of a routine day structure she was used to. So she kept her clock at Earth time, which gave her the feeling to at least keep up roughly with the time she had spent in the TARDIS.

She bit her lip. It had been four hours. Four hours without any sign of life from him.

This was so very not like him. The Doctor never stood still for too long. A few hours locked up in a certain place and he already got restless; restless and careless.

Rose sighed and got up. She had to find him. What if anything had happened while she was gone?

Maybe something had attacked them again? And he might be lying unconscious and probably hurt on the ground somewhere in the depths of the TARDIS.

But, she would have noticed that, wouldn't she?

But Rose anxiety just grew boundless as she entered the large control room, just to find it completely empty.

"Doctor?" she called out for him. "Doctor, are you all right? Doctor, where are you?"

Rose turned back to the narrow corridor leading on sheer endlessly through the heart of the ship. She started running before she actually knew what she was doing, still calling out for him in despair.

"Doctor? Doctor!"

But back came nothing.

Not one clue which might lead her to the Doctor. No open doors, no sounds. The TARDIS appeared completely abandoned.

Rose felt panic climbing up her spine. What if something happened and he left? But he wouldn't leave her here alone, would he?

But Rose knew the answer even if she didn't like it. Yes, yes, he would.

He had done so before.

She stopped, panting heavily she leant against one of the cold metal walls of the corridor.

What should she do?

It wasn't before that she realised the gentle humming of the spaceship around her.

Rose paused and looked up the crested ceiling as the lights started to flicker gently around her. She followed them surprised, as her gaze suddenly stopped at a merely leant door.

Rose held her breath, her legs stumbling forward, moving as if she was being pulled in by invisible string.

It was a plain wooden door she actually hadn't noticed before. She could feel her heart racing in her chest, but before she could do as much as touch the crude material, the door had already swung open on its own.

It was a library.

A really beautiful library. The ceiling was covered in deep blue colours, like the midnight sky lit up by sparkling starlight.

Shelves of books reached all the way up till the top, with wooden leaders leaning onto them to provide a way to reach the highest racks of the shelves. Rose mouth hung open as she leant her head back just to capture the whole splendour of the place.

As suddenly a small sound caught her attention. It sounded like somebody breathing.

Rose turned her head as she spotted a comfortable looking suite placed pretty picturesque around an open fireplace.

Cautious she walked up to it, careful not to make any sounds.

It was a rather beautiful spot Rose noticed as she walked up to the little sectional. The furnishings looked cosy and very much inviting to cuddle into the soft, fluffy cushions, probably with a steaming mug of tea in hand to get lost in an engrossing book.

She stopped right in front of one of the light brown armchairs, as the light sound caught her attention again.

Rose turned over just to spot the Doctor lying stretched out on one of the huge settees, snoring.

Carefully Rose walked up to him, intently trying not to disturb the peaceful picture.

She hadn't actually seen the Doctor sleep before. Well, at least not apart from her very first encounter with this new face on Christmas day, and you really couldn't count that, could you?

It was rather strange to see him so relaxed. He looked just like any ordinary bloke, falling asleep whilst reading on the sofa, snoring faintly with his mouth open.

Rose smiled.

It wasn't before that she noticed the book lying open with its backside cover up on his lap.

Rose grinned as she picked the familiar book out of his limp hands.

He must have tried reading it. Reading it for her, she realised. Reading it to understand why she was so fond off the book.

She laughed. She really had to explain to him later.

But for now she just sat herself beside him, her feet placed gently besides his, her head on the soft fabric of the sofa, facing his peaceful relaxed face, suddenly feeling very tired as the stress and anxiety slowly dropped off her.

She savoured herself in the sort of familiar smell of the soft settee beneath the deep blue ceiling. The soft, soothing sound of his steady breathing lulling her in.

Rose closed her eyes, her head sinking into the cosy bolster, slowly drifting off into sleep.

With a small 'thud' the already forgotten exemplar of Twilight landed on the ground beside them.