A/N: Okay, in my future work there will be a den mentioned. This is an angsty/fluffy story to show how the amazing den was created. Yeah okay so it's just a den... nothing major special. Enjoy- I hope you do.
The Doctor heard footsteps on the metal grating from where he was tangled under a large bundle of random wires. Rose's head peeked over the entrance of the small pit he had buried himself in under the flooring. He let go of the button on the Sonic Screwdriver and looked up at her expectantly. She pulled her hair back behind her ear a little nervously under his gaze.
"What you up to?" She asked feigning interest. The Doctor wasn't fooled and looked up at her sceptically. She was lying on her stomach on the patterned metal and it was quite uncomfortable, she could feel the pattern being pressed into her skin leaving a mark. She decided to get up to stop from bruising. The Doctor threw the bundle of wires over his head carelessly to allow him to get up. Finally he emerged crumpled, he patted his battered leather jacket down as if it would actually make a difference.
"Come on then, what's up?" He asked gruffly in his northern accent.
"Well," Rose said, "I was wondering what to do." The Doctor rolled his eyes exasperated.
"I am sure you can find something human and entertaining to do. Why don't you go paint your nails?" She glared at him in response and fiddled with the end of the sleeve of her pink Punky Fish jacket.
"Go watch T.V I have nine thousand channels, I am sure that you will find something." He told her twisting an odd looking object on the console.
"I don't want to go anywhere. I am too worn out to go around running. I just want to do something normal and well...human." He turned sharply to look at her and opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off.
"And I know you're not human but can't we just play a game? A board game. Or watch a movie. Something normal best friends would do. He stared at her with an unreadable expression.
"Rose, we aren't normal." He said it as if it meant end of discussion. It was true, a nine hundred year old alien and a nineteen shop girl that lived and travelled together through time and space wasn't exactly ordinary, but Rose didn't really care about the age gap or the different species. She just saw them as the Doctor and Rose, the two best friends who needed each other.
He evaluated her features. Was she missing the human life? Would she want to leave? His chest grew tight at the thought. Perhaps he should do what she wanted. It can't be that bad playing games and watching films with her for a few hours. He couldn't bear the thought of her leaving and decided that if it made her happy he would enjoy human entertainment with her.
"Okay, I'll do it. But we are not watchin' a chick-flick." He said seriously with a small smirk giving him away. She grinned and hugged him quickly.