Oh - Disclaimer - I don't own any of the characters, movies blah blah. You know the rest.

Hi all, this is the beginning of my second ever Doctor Who fic (the first being My Casanova). Hope this one turns out ok. Thanks again to those who read and reviewed M.C - I really appreciate it!

Man, I can't wait for season 3 Doctor Who (love David Tennant!) and Torchwood - it sounds great - is it anywhere near as good as DW?

Anywho - here it is - chapter 1. Thanks.

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"Well, nobody's perfect!"

Rose cried with laugher "Oh my god, that has got to be one of the funniest films of all time! It was bloody brilliant!" Rose exclaimed. She looked down at her shirt and started dusting off the popcorn salt that had somehow migrated there. The Doctor beamed "Glad you liked it - I thought it'd be a nice change from Titanic, Beaches and all those other-"
"- Don't say chick-flicks" Rose warned.
"- All those other films with, erm, water related titles." The Doctor said weakly with a shrug.

He stood up and stretched "You know, I was there when they shot Some Like It Hot - I was the one who suggested they leave the final line the way it was." Rose scoffed as she leaned back against the sofa. "You are so full of it! Is every great, classic movie line in the history of cinema all due to you?" She asked mockingly.

The Doctor grinned, "Aw, well - a couple. But that one was - honestly! Trust me - I'm a Doctor." Rose smiled "I've heard that one before! Anyway - did you meet Marilyn Monroe?" The Doctor looked down at her, grinning wickedly "I'll save that story for another time" he winked. Rose picked up a cushion and threw it at him. The Doctor narrowly dodged the cushy projectile.

He clapped his hands together "So, are we ready then? In the mood?" the Doctor asked playfully. Rose frowned "in the mood for what?"

"Flappers, moonshine, gangsters - not to mention some pretty nifty hats!" Rose stared at him - what was he on about? He rolled his eyes "the roaring twenties of course!"

Rose perked up, "Oh really?! Absolutely! Won't be a tick!" She leapt off the sofa and ran to the wardrobe room.

Rose had always wanted to dress up in one of those glamorous flapper dresses - ever since her mum had made her watch "Singin' In The Rain" a few years back. One of the greatest things about visiting so many different places throughout time and space was the clothes she got to wear! Rose loved playing dress-ups when she was a little girl, so for her - this was just the cat's meow!

Rose was more than content with her intricately beaded black dress, complete with obligatory 1920's fringing along the bottom. The shiny beads shimmered under the artificial light of the room, all the better to catch his eye on the dance floor she thought with a grin. She decided to sneak a quick peek and see how the Doctor was going.

The Doctor had decided to trade in his signature suit for a sharp 1920's style, complete with suspenders and waistcoat. A beige trench coat and dark fedora were laid neatly on the dresser. He looked in the mirror as he did the buttons on his shirt, nodding with approval. He placed the hat on his head and began tilting it to find the optimum angle for coolness.

Rose smiled to herself as she peeked in. For some reason, seeing the Doctor checking himself out in the mirror always made her smile. He knows he's a hunk of spunk - especially in those suspenders! Me-ow! Rose thought dreamily. But the hat tilting thing - well, that was a bit too much for Rose - a small laugh escaped her lips. The Doctor instantly spun around. Rose squeaked and ducked.

"Rose?" He called out suspiciously. Rose panicked and whipped around, starting to tiptoe back in the opposite direction, hoping to remain undetected. What would he think? Lurking near his door like that!

She almost made it back to her dressing area... when she felt his fingers tapping her shoulder. "What are you up to?" the Doctor enquired. She spun around. She looked up at him sheepishly "oh, hello. I um, er, I was just…" Rose could feel her cheeks heating with embarrassment. She looked down and saw a tie in his hand "do you want me to do your tie?" she asked weakly. He looked down at the navy tie, then smiled warmly at her "If you don't mind." Rose sighed inwardly with relief. She lifted his collar and placed the tie around his neck. She leaned in so their faces were only inches apart, close enough to breathe in his scent - a scent unlike any other she had ever encountered. Even such an innocent activity as tying his tie felt very intimate - it was a feeling she liked a great deal. Once she was done, her hands lingered for a moment "all done" she said brightly.

He tilted his head and smiled "did I mention you look like the bees knees?" He asked. Rose frowned "Is that an insult or a compliment?" she asked carefully. He shook his head, humans - don't even understand their own slang!

He laughed and took her by the hand "Alrighty then.1920's Chicago - here we come!"

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Hi, hope it was ok - actual plot will (probably) happen next chapter! I swear! lol This chapter was pretty light and bright - I'm hoping for the story to take a more hardboiled noir turn soon - cause I love that stuff - like The Big Sleep, The Long Goodbye - fun stuff! I love the lingo of that decade!

Any feedback or ideas I would greatly appreciate! Thanks again. :-)