It was an uneventful day for The Doctor. The TARDIS floating through space, Rose no doubt on the phone with her mum. "What do they even talk about?" The Doctor wondered. A question for another day, that was.
The Doctor looked around the room, and stood up. Lying on the floor next to the console probably wasn't good for his back, nor his safety if it decided to act up. Which it happened to, often. As he slowly moved around the room, skipping with each stride, he reminisced on all the travelling he'd done. Where to next? Where would Rose like to go? There was the planet where perfume was create. Bah, humans thinking they thought of everything first. That reminded the Doctor of another planet which had better fashion sense than any human. "Rose would love that! She does love a good dress-up". He smiled and skipped up the stairs to her room.
Bursting through the door, he grinned, yelling "Rose, perfect pl-". The Doctor stopped in his tracks to discover a glowing Rose in a lace red bra with matching panties. "Doctor!" she yelled, highly embarrassed "I'm getting changed, don't you knock!?". By then Rose had already snatched at a blanket and hidden her body from the timelord. "Sorry, so so sorry" The Doctor stammered, unable to stop starring at his companion. "Well aren't you going to leave me, to get finished?" Rose questioned. The Doctor stood frozen. Now that Rose thought about it, was he even listening? "Doctor, do you even... want to leave?" Rose asked, curious as ever.