AN: So, blame Tumblr again for this one. I saw this post that said the ultimate otp test: can the bigger one pick up the smaller one? And while you think the answer would be yes to this question because it's the Doctor and of course he should be able to pick up Rose! But then I started thinking, wouldn't it be so funny if he couldn't and it ruined his pride because Jack could?

Perhaps the most annoying part about having Captain Jack aboard the TARDIS was the fact he always tried to outdo the Doctor. It wasn't even on purpose, the Doctor was just a naturally competitive person, and found it getting worse and worse since Rose had swung into his life.

Rose was the one that saved him from the Time War, she brought light to his once dark world, and was it really so wrong from him to want to protect her from the wiles of Jack Harkness? Yes, the man meant no harm. It was easy to see that within moments of meeting him. If he hadn't thought so, make no mistake, Jack would have never made it on his magnificent time ship. But the flirting was another story altogether.

Every time they smiled at each other, Jack made a wink, there was a tease, or a tongue touched grin; the Doctor felt his nerves grinding together, his control on the situation slipping. At first, he told himself it bothered him because he didn't want the humans on his ship dancing. All it would do is complicate things and end in one of them having to be dropped off back in their own time. Now...he wasn't so sure why it bothered him, all he knew is he didn't want to dwell on that train of thought for too long. There were certain barriers he put in place between him and his companions, and they were in place for a reason. He couldn't go forgetting about that now; not even for a brilliant, beautiful, pink and yellow human.

Then, the trouble started.

...

Rose had gone off with her idiotic boyfriend. It shouldn't have bothered him, but it did. He was excited for the opportunity to show her this small cafe in Cardiff some UNIT employee had recommended to him while he was exiled. The food was supposed to be fantastic, and he was ready for any chance to impress her. He enjoyed the look she got when she was truly amazed by a new experience. Her eyes lit up, her grin was infectious...anyways, even though Jack had gotten the warning of "hands off the blonde", Rickey was apparently more stupid than he originally thought. How many times did Rose have to choose this life over him for the boy to stop waiting around like a drooling dog for her? That was apes for you: couldn't take a hint to save their short lives.

Rose had called him right before they had landed, leaving him in a brooding mood. She claimed something as innocent as needing a passport, no matter how many times he insisted she didn't need one. She was traveling with a Time Lord, honestly. What did she think she needed to bother with one of those for? The answer was thrown in his unpretty face when her lump had shown up to the TARDIS as soon as they touched down, pushing past his last security measure of Captain Jack. He had been let down by both of his companions.

They had made it to the cafe he had the intention of showing Rose, but they had Rickey in tow. The boy had some interesting stories at least, and he got to see his companions smile more than usual from the carefree adventure. Until Margaret had shown herself again.

They had caught the Slitheen with fairly little problems. The trouble was, after the alien was safely detained in the TARDIS, Rickey had run off, and unfortunately Rose had followed behind. He told himself he was only eavesdropping to check on their safety, but his heart was telling him he had less honorable intentions. The Doctor pretended to be polishing the dematerialization lever, but he was listening to the conversation outside.

His hearts twisted painfully at the truth of why Rickey had shown up. Rose hadn't needed her passport, she wanted to see him. Even more painfully, Rickey offered a hotel room, and she had agreed.

Stupid. That's all the Doctor was. Fall for a young Earth girl, all charm and smiles, pretty blonde, and think she does the same? Well, no more.

"What are you watching? Anything good?" Jack asked, coming to stand beside him.

The Doctor tried to stop the monitor before his companion reached him, but wasn't successful.

Jack looked at him sympathetically. "Oh, Doc."

"What are you talkin' about?" he grumbled. "There's nothin'."

"It's about Rose and Mickey, obviously." Jack rolled his eyes. "Anyone can see you're crazy about each other."

"We are not," the Doctor mumbled. "Sides, wouldn't matter, would it? She's got Rickey."

Jack smirked annoyingly, like what the Doctor had said proved his point and just said, "Usually if you want to go exclusive, you have to tell the girl first, Doctor.

He huffed. "We're not exclusive. I don't do that sort of domestic thing with companions."

"Could have fooled me," Jack said. "Didn't look that way when you wouldn't let her dance with me."

"I'm not havin' this conversation," the Doctor growled, slamming his hand down on the off button, finally shutting off the outside world. He stomped out of the console room, determined not to think about what his blonde companion was up to.

...

Rose was about to slump to the floor, anyone could see that. The events of the day had left her exhausted, and his poor pink and yellow human could barely walk.

"I can carry you, if you'd like," he told her. Hiding his face behind the monitor, trying to feign nonchalance.

He could feel Jack's amused glance towards him.

"Okay," she agreed easily.

He rubbed his palms against his trousers and walked towards her. He held out his arms expectantly and Rose quirked an eyebrow at him.

"How are you supposed to carry me like this?" she asked.

"Dunno," he shrugged. "Isn't this how you humans do it? Wrap your legs around the person's body?"

Rose gaze slid over to Jack and he shrugged good naturedly and inclined his head towards the Doctor.

"Okay," she said.

What the Doctor wasn't prepared for was when Rose collided with him while he wasn't expecting it in the slightest. The sheer force of her knocked him to the ground.

"Oof!" she exclaimed, giggling. "Guess I put on a few more pounds than I thought."

He frowned. "No, you haven't." He was just starting to enjoy the pleasant pressure of Rose on top of his body when he felt her being lifted.

The culprit in question was Jack, of course. "It's alright, Doc, I got her." He scooped her off her feet, with no effort, to his annoyance. He carried her bridal style from the room before the Doctor could even say a word.

...

"Sorry, Doctor," he apologized later. "I was just trying to be a gentleman. She looked like she was about to fall over before then."

"I could have done it," he grumbled. "Was just givin' meself a moment to recover. Wasn't expectin' her to jump quite like that."

Jack smirked. "You kinda invited her."

"I know that," he muttered. "But you didn't have to make me look worse and scoop her up with no effort at all."

"For a guy that claims to not have feelings for his companion, you sure try to compete with anything that tries to steal her affections," he teased. Then Jack's face sobered up. "Let's be serious, Doctor. If you don't want to watch her waltz off with someone else, why don't you try telling her how you feel?"

"Like she would ever want me," he huffed.

Jack shook his head. "You two are impossible."

"How d'you mean?" he frowned.

"You both say the same thing when I even hint the other might be interested," he said exasperatedly. "Look, why don't you just try telling her how you feel? I think you might be pleasantly surprised.

The Doctor closed his eyes at the pain he experienced earlier from seeing Rose with Rickey. "She has a boyfriend, Jack."

He scoffed at that. "Please. Everyone can see when she looks at you that that relationship is clearly over."

"You didn't hear them earlier, Jack," he said hoarsely. "She was willing to share a hotel room with him."

"Only because the alien she loved was returning her affections," he said gently. "She comes running for you in a heartbeat, Doctor. As I remember, she's sleeping here tonight."

"She wouldn't want me. I'm a broken old alien. We're not even the same species."

"Why don't you ask?"

The Doctor shook his head. "You don't understand, Jack. The Time Lords had rules, barriers-"

"Oh, stuff the rules!" Jack yelled, surprising the Doctor. "What kind of people would tell you to deny love? To deny what your heart feels?"

The anger was rising in his chest. How dare his companion say these things about his people? He barely even knew him, he didn't understand.

Jack's eyes widened. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to go off like that." He sighed. "Do what you want, Doctor. I refuse to pretend like what's going on between you two doesn't exist. Goodnight."

The Doctor sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Great, he succeeded in mucking things up with both of his companions. Well, might as well talk it over with Rose first. Maybe reclaim some of his pride, and re-establish his carefully constructed relationship barriers.

...

All of his courage was gone by the time he reached the door.

He sighed, and steeled himself for this conversation that was going to end in a hurt Rose, but it's not like his rules and barriers hadn't done it before. He couldn't compete with Jack anymore, or Mickey, he had to start acting like a responsible Time Lord who had to control time and space correctly, not a hormonal teenage boy.

The Doctor knocked on the door gently, not wanting to wake the girl up if she had fallen asleep.

"Come in!" she called.

He opened the door and walked in. All his rules threatened to walk out the window when he saw her.

All of Rose's makeup had been washed up and her hair was in a bun, but he couldn't help thinking she looked most beautiful when she wasn't covered under layers of cosmetics. No matter how many times he tried to hint at this, human girls were obsessed with the stuff, and no amount of coaxing would make Rose Tyler give up her eyeliner and mascara.

"Doctor?" she questioned, and he flushed embarrassingly at the realization he had been staring for longer than necessary.

"Er, jus' wanted to say sorry for everythin' today."

Confusion swam through her hazel eyes. "What did you do?"

"Doesn't matter," he told her, not wanting to go through his feelings. "Well, I guess there's one thing. Sorry I dropped you."

"Is this about a pride thing?" she asked amusedly. "I don't think you're less of a man, Doctor. You just weren't prepared for me jumpin', yeah?"

He swallowed and nodded. "Can I-?" he asked, gesturing towards the empty seat of her bed.

She nodded and he sat on the edge.

"It's not just that. I've been...awful to you, Rose."

"I don't quite follow you," she said. "Mickey was the one that walked away from me today, not that I didn't deserve it."

"He did what?" the Doctor asked, previous conversation forgotten.

"He walked away because I started runnin' for the TARDIS." Rose paused and closed her eyes against the onslaught of tears that threatened to fall. "Said it's always gonna be him, innit?"

"Oh, Rose," he said sadly, his hearts breaking for her. He reached out to hug her, without thinking and she curled into his side automatically.

"S'not his fault, is it? I did run away with you. I've been choosin' you over everyone ever since."

"I don't necessarily think that," the Doctor said. "I think you've been choosin' a better life for yourself. An' what's wrong with that? What would you have had if you stayed on Earth? Workin' in a shop? Beans on toast? Rose, you're too brilliant for that."

She laughed bitterly. "They don't see it like that. They think I think I'm better than them."

He huffed. "You are. Maybe not in the grand scheme of things, but to me, you are."

She looked up at him. "You mean that?"

"Course I do." The Doctor rolled his eyes. "You're the most important human in all of creation."

"Why?" was all she asked, and he felt his words constricting in his throat.

He would tell her and then he would leave so he didn't have to see the disgusted look on her face. Tomorrow they would go back to normal and pretend this never happened. "Because, Rose Tyler," he took her hands in his, "you saved the last Time Lord in existence."

"Seem to do that every day," she teased her tongue slipping between her teeth.

"You do," he said simply. "But I mean you taught me how to love the universe again, Rose. When I thought I never would again. I have too much blood on my hands."

Rose dropped a small kiss to the pad of his thumb. "I don't care about that," she said softly. "Everyone deserves someone that loves them."

"Yes," he said, pulling away from her to stand up, "they do."

She tugged him back by the wrist. "Even you," she said, placing her lips on his cheek, grazing his lips too intimately to be chaste.

"No," he frowned. "Not me. You need someone less broken."

"I'll decide that for myself, thanks," she said, now pressing a kiss to his eyelids.

The last of his rules were snapping in front of him along with his control. "What about Mickey?" he asked.

"It's well and proper over between us," she told him. "Has been for me since I ran into your blue box."

He harrumphed. "Is that why you wanted to stay in a hotel with him?"

Rose pulled back from the attentions to his face. "Are you jealous?" she asked amusedly.

"No," he huffed.

"Daft alien," she muttered, pulling him towards her by his jacket lapels, and finally, finally kissing him.

He felt his body go rigid for a moment. His mind denying him what his heart had wanted for so long, but then Rose's tongue was in the fray, gently prodding his lips open, and it was all he could do not to respond.

When he finally did, Rose Tyler groaned. It was the most beautiful sound in the universe and he never wanted to hear anything again. He flipped her over on her back and hovered over her.

"Rose," he warned. "If you want me to stop, tell me now. I don't think I can if I go any further."

"Maybe I don't want you to," she challenged, hooking her legs around his waist and pushing him closer to her.

"I'm serious," he growled. "For Time Lords, the first time they ever get kissed by their mate, the urge to claim is so strong. I won't stop until you know you're mine."

"Okay," she said. "Only if you're mine in return."

"Always," he promised. Reaching down to press his lips against hers once more. "Maybe I was jealous," he admitted on the pull back. "Don't want anyone else to claim Rose Tyler. Not when I've seen her full potential. Not when she's made me better."

She whimpered at that, and placed his hands on her stomach. "Please," she pleaded. "Wanted you for so long."

He smirked as he tugged at the hemline of her shirt. "How long?"

"Since you told me about your planet," she gasped as the cool air hit her stomach. "Maybe even since run."

He cut off her next words with a searing kiss. This could not be happening right now. He had hit his head on the grating and was unconscious and his cruel mind was throwing this in his face.

But, he decided as she snaked her arms around his neck and pushed her tongue through his lips, if this was a dream, he never wanted to wake.