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Spoilers / Must Have Seen: Series 2

The Doctor stretched and got out of bed. He wore white and blue pinstriped pajamas, his bare feet padding on the cold metal floor as he made his way to the bathroom to see what kind of damage the bed had done to his hair.

As he stepped through the doorway to his bathroom, he mysteriously found himself in the hall. He looked around in confusion, turned around in the doorway, and found the kitchen. He squinted, his brain still asleep and therefore disconnected temporarily from reality.

Shrugging, he pulled out a jar of marmalade jam to snack on as he looked for the bathroom. He walked through a different doorway, certain that it led to the hall. He was mistaken, however; he entered his bedroom instead.

"Now, this is getting annoying," he mumbled to himself through a mouthful of jam. He looked over and saw his bathroom through another doorway. He entered, turned around to close the door, and turned back around to see Rose's bed.

He was in her room.

His face turned a strange shade of pink as he tried to open the door. It was mysteriously locked.

"This is no time for games," he growled quietly at the wall. He was suddenly wide awake. "Let me out."

The Tardis hummed a note higher. She was laughing at him. He was sure he felt steam rising from his face.

"Doctor?" Rose asked, having walked in from the bathroom. He knew his face was a color commonly found in a ripe tomato and therefore refused to turn around, trying desperately to twist the doorknob.

Time seemed to slow. He was in his pajamas, his hair a mess, his feet bare, and his left hand bearing a jar of marmalade jam with the lid missing. He felt Rose's gaze burn into the back of his neck as he desperately willed the Tardis to unlock the door.

"Why are you in my room?" she asked, laughter in her voice. He couldn't imagine the color of his neck as he realized he left his sonic screwdriver in his coat. Always, always keep the sonic screwdriver on you. Even when you're asleep. You never know when your blasted spaceship will decide to play a rotten prank on you.

"She locked the door," he said frustratedly, not turning around. He gave the door a few good shakes to demonstrate.

"Here, let me." He felt her body heat, and was suddenly self-conscious about how very close she was. She reached around him, and he swallowed, certain his face looked like a deep red flame because that's what it felt like. She gave the doorknob a simple twist and the door swung free, the sound of its squeaking echoing through the hallway.

He walked out, releasing the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. He turned to Rose, her hair wet, face free of makeup and everything else covered by a robe. He gave her a small smile, wondering when his hair would catch fire. He was very aware of his pajamas as he entered the door opposite from hers in the hall, closing it and leaning against it, mentally asking the Tardis for some cool air.

She didn't supply it.