"Doctor, Doctor, give me the news, I've got a bad case of lovin' you! No pill's gonna cure my ill. I've got a bad case of lovin' you!" The Doctor sang as he laid under the console 'fixing' things.

"Vain much?" Rose muttered as she walked in.

"Course I am, have you seen me?" The Doctor said, voice slightly muffled from under the console.

"Yes…But I doubt you've seen yourself properly…How can you when the mirrors break every time you look at one?" Rose grinned. Although she couldn't see him, she knew that he was making that cute puppy face he makes whenever she insults his intelligence or looks, "So... when's dinner?" Rose asked before he could say anything.

"Anytime after you've cooked it."

"What'd your last slave die of?";

"Not cooking for me."

Rose wasn't completely sure if he was serious or not.

She sighed, "Right, what do you want?"

"Chips, Pizza, a couple of burgers, Pasta…With Chocolate and Bologna sauce! Pork chops, Hard boiled egg! Fish fingers! Oh I love fish fingers! Beans annnnnnnd bread and butter."

"Okie Dokie." Rose smirked evilly. Luckily for her, the Doctor couldn't see it.

"Don't forget ketchup!" He shouted after her.

********30 minutes later**********

Rose walked back into the control room, quietly walking over to where the Doctor was. She then rang the bell which she had found in the kitchen cupboards, the sound vibrating loudly in his ear while shouting, "DINNER'S READY!"

"DON'T DO THAT!" The Doctor shouted in shock. Rose smirked and walked away to the kitchen, the Doctor not far behind her.

"What's that?" He asked when he saw his plate.

"Just what you asked for. It's just blended together."

On the table was a bowl of greyish gloop.

The Doctor was stood in the doorway, speechless.

"Remind me never to let you cook for me again!" The Doctor muttered before sitting down and looking at his bowl, disgusted. Rose laughed, watching him intently as he swivelled the 'food' around with his spoon, hesitating before picking up the spoon with the food on and slowly putting it in his mouth.

"...Change that. You can cook again for me." He dug into his food as Rose watched disgustedly, "Try it!" He offered her his spoon.

"I'll pass, thanks."

"Your loss." He shrugged.

Rose shook her head laughing, "Do you eat everything?"

"Well...If I'm hungry enough, yes. Well...Other than poison."

"...You're mad."

"'Only just figured that out?"

Rose rolled her eyes, before putting her fork down and looking at him intently. He rose one eyebrow in question.

"Can we get a dog?" The Doctor studied Rose for a moment. "If you don't want one. That's fine! It's your TARDIS." Rose added hurriedly.

"A Dog?" Rose nodded carefully, "That's fine with me. I want you to be a home here Rose, You've lived here for about two years now…At least I think it's been two years…"

"I do feel at home, she is my home. But I didn't wanna get a dog and find out you hate dogs as much as cats, or really don't want one in the TARDIS."

"I love dogs. I wonder why I never thought of getting one before…but," he pause for effect, "We could get a Clabro!"

"A what?" Rose asked completely bemused.

"A Clabro! They live on the planet Barcelona. Act like Dogs. Mans best friend. Well…Barcelonaion's best friend….But they can be any colour! Even blue! With two tails. No noses though, but they can still smell, as well as a hound dog can, better even. Tame at birth, the moment it's born if I told it to stay it would. If I told it to sit it would, If I told it to stand it would. With some difficulty though as it's just born-" He trailed of as he saw Rose looking at him with amusement, "What?"

"You're cute when you get rambling."

"Right…Thanks?" Rose laughed as he cleared his throat, suddenly feeling awkward, "So…when do you wanna go Cardiff?"

"Tomorrow? Then get a dog?"

"Okie Dokie! Cardiff, then Dog." He paused, "Have you made pudding?"

"Have you got a black hole or something in there?" Rose joked.

"Well, Time Lords do have a bigger stomach than humans."

Rose laughed. "Why didn't I guess, but for a matter of fact, yes - I have pudding." She walked to the freezer and brought out bread and butter pudding.

"My favourite."

"Doctor?"

"Yes?"

"Everything's your favourite."

"I know."

Once they'd finished eat they went to the sitting room.

An average sized room. Blue walls, with a ceiling which tells the weather or any planet they land on. While in the vortex it is just stars, a part of the Universe the Exlobrentyh galaxy the Doctor said.

There was one big sofa, bright pink;. The colour was Rose's idea. A 50 inch flat screen (with an Earth DVD player:) was bolted to the wall.

"Glee, season 2." Rose declared as she walked in and sat on the Sofa, legs curled beneath her.

"What?" the Doctor asked.

"Yesterday you said if we watch the Lion King, we can watch what ever I want today." Rose explained, "I want to watch Glee season 2. Haven't seen that one yet."

"All of them?"

"Only one episode before bed."

The Doctor sighed, knowing that there was no point in arguing.

"Who's the director?"

"Joss Whedon."

"J…J…Joss…Joss…Uh ha! Found it." The Doctor said and he lifted up the CD case, "Remind me again why it's organized by director?" He asked while setting up the DVD player.

"Because it different." Rose grinned as he sat next to her after pressing play.

He sat similar to her, legs tucked underneath him, Rose lent her head against his chest, listening to the soft beating of his double hearts.

"Why do I always have female companions?" The Doctor muttered once the show ended.

"Cause you love us too much, and then you'll have a reason to watch films like this."

"If I wanted to watch Chick Flicks, I've just get Jack."

Rose laughed, "He did love his Chick Flicks."

'She thinks he dead! Should I tell her he's alive? No…she make me go and find him…He was a good friend…but he's wrong…just wrong!'

"Yeah…" He replied.