If you're reading this then first things first, this story has no beta and so if you spot any spelling or grammar mistakes (bear in in mind I'm English) please let me know. This is basically going to be a story of 7 days with a bit of humour and love (and fun :P) between the Doctor and his Rose.

I hope you enjoy and if not then please review and tell me why etc!

Even if you do enjoy it, please still review just so I can help improve further chapters :)

:D Anyway, Allons-y!

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Rose ended the call and walked into the control room.

"Doctor?"

"Ahhh!" He said with a grin. "There you are, right how about Charlie Chaplin? I bet he's brilliant! Or Laurel and Hardy I've always wanted to m-."

"Doctor." Rose tried again. He'd heard the delicateness of her voice this time and realised something was up. She'd lost her smile from earlier and was now looking at the floor.

"What is it?" He asked softly, dropping his hands from the glowing console and dipping his head to meet her gaze. She stood aloof, hands in pockets. Eyes on the grating.

"I've just got off the phone from mum,"

"Blimey, that was quick" He joked, hoping that Rose would see the funny side of Jackie's endless calls. Apparently not.

"She's just had an operation on her ankle, she said that she 'didn't tell me earlier because she didn't want to worry me'…"

He waited for her to continue but she didn't.

"You want to go home." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"Only until she gets better, and then we can continue travelling. You can just skip the days if you want."

Relief swam through him like a cooling breeze "only until she gets better". He'd panicked thinking that she meant-well it didn't matter what he'd interpreted. He gave her his side smile, reset the co-ordinates and pulled on the yellow leaver in front of him. Expecting, by waggiling his eyes at her that she might be impressed.

"Ta-dahh!" He cheered only moments later, gesturing to the doors.

She smiled sadly and tugged the washing bag over her shoulder.

"Well, I guess I'll see you in about a week." She said, walking up to him and sighing audibly.

He nodded.

"Don't be late!" She warned, smiling at little this time. A week would be easy, she could go a week without the travelling and the danger and the aliens. She could go a week without the mystery, the suspense and the humour. She could go a week without the TARDIS, but could she go a week without him?

He grinned his boyish grin and pulled her to him. Wandering what was with the slightly sentimental good-bye. Rose kissed his cheek and broke from his arms, walking towards the door with that Rose-type walk.

"Wait!" The Doctor called, unaware that the panicked voice was coming from his throat. "A week? One week? S'not that bad, I guess…"

He shrugged waiting for her to answer.

"You…You want to come with me?" She asked, incredulous and on the verge of intense laughter. The Doctor, being domestic? As if!

"S'pose. If that's alright?"


Jackie was as grumpy as hell by the time they got into the flat.

"What's he doing here?" She'd asked, watching the Doctor with wary eyes as he stood grinning at her bedroom door before walking past in search for something interesting to go rummaging through.

"Mum…"

"It's not that, Rose. I'm just saying, what does he care if I've injured myself?" Jackie looked tired, with no make-up and her hair all crazy; she'd looked more like a tired mum then the Doctor had ever noticed...not that he was noticing now. Her ankle was on a pillow with a miniature cast around it and every so often, she shut her eyes tight as a jolt of pain rain through it.

"I care!" The Doctor called from the kitchen, only in an attempt to protect his reputation.

Jackie rolled eyes as she heard what sounded to be the smash of a glass.

"Ooops."

Rose was given a warning look. "Alright, alright. I'll make him behave!"

Her look was very unconvincing. Jackie's nod was hardly a nod and began to feel more like a question of faith with raised eyebrows.


That evening was spent with Rose rushing back and forth with either medicine, food, water or some form of entertainment for her mother who seemed to be more dependent on Rose the longer they stayed. The Doctor mainly watched as Rose began to look more like she did when he first met her. Tired, exhausted and a little bit fed up.

He would have offered to help. But since breaking a glass this morning, if he even suggested helping, his was given daggers by both Tyler women. He was bored out of his skull! He'd spent so much time on the sofa that he was actually becoming it! He'd read every magazine in the house along with a few "celeb-my story" books and had even watched several repeats of Trisha and Jeremy Kyle.

"Alien," he'd muttered as some girl walked onto the screen.

"Alien," he'd muttered again pointing to a different character and sinking lower into the sofa.

"Alie-"

"Are you going to sit there all night?" Rose interrupted irritably. Her hair was pulled behind her head, her fringe was clipped back and she was holding a pair of pyjamas in her arms.

He looked up at her question, raising his eyebrows as if to say he was completely innocent

"No?" He questioned, watching as Rose Tyler slowly transformed into Jackie Tyler.

"You've still got your coat on." That wasn't a teasing look.

He'd looked down his arms and hummed. "So I have…" Shrugging the brown overcoat off he returned to his slouching position.

She huffed then muttered something about her mother being asleep all the while walking towards the bathroom.

"I'm going for a shower…"

"Alien," he repeated pointing to another new character.

He wasn't listening so what was the point? She was going to end up going mad just because she'd somehow persuaded her best friend to sit on the sofa and watch as she dragged herself from one room to the other slowly deforming into a middle aged peasant with Peroxide hair.

Moments later, a shrill scream echoed from the bathroom. He leapt over the table in a blast of heroics with courage and ran towards it, knocking furiously on the locked door.

"Rose?! Rose! Are you okay? Rose!"

There was no reply so wistfully pulling out his sonic screwdriver he unlocked the bathroom door with a blue glow then barged in. Slamming the door closed within a maximum of four seconds, he retreated slowly back to the living room.

She was screaming because the water was cold. Oh...

And he saw everything .Gulping and trying intensely to forget the somewhat amusing image in mind, he started clearing up trash; putting dirty cups into the kitchen sink and replacing the magazines back to where he found them.

You didn't see anything. What are you worrying about? You saw nothing. You didn't see Rose. She wasn't in the shower…NAKED!

Gulping and trembling slightly he'd tried to remember more urgent matters at hand…there were no urgent matters at hand. Had she seen him? He didn't think she had but she might of. He didn't see her, not at all, not wet from the waterfall of shimmering water as it ran along her curves, not with her soft skin flushing at the heat of the water, not glistening with soap and….he needed to sit down.

Rose returned in only a towel. Her body was damp from the shower but perfuming a sweet aroma of a type of fruit. Her (now) dark blonde hair was damp too, slightly wavy as it hung to one side of her face barely on her shoulder. The towel was short, not quite reaching the middle of her knees and only just covering her chest. He'd lost all concentration and stared at her, mouth parted.

"Great! Stupid Pyjamas don't fit! Just my luck, eh?!"

With that outburst, she stormed into her room leaving the Doctor still staring at the place she'd just been. She'd never done that in the TARDIS…walked around in a towel and sauntered back to her room. No, she didn't saunter, stop it, stop thinking about it!

He'd have to spend the night in the TARDIS. He couldn't stay, what with his hearts punching his chest at 5,000 beats per second and his cheeks still burning with that horrible betrayal showing that he knew something secret...

Did I just growl?!

"Err, R-Rose?" He stammered, pausing before her bedroom door. She'd left it wide open and for all he knew, she was still getting dressed. Not that he was complaining…Yes he was, he didn't mean it. Stop it, Doctor, stop it!

"Hmm?" she'd replied from her room angrily, pulling more clothes from the drawer to find-much to her annoyance- that they were too small.

"R-Rose?" He tried again, standing up a little taller and shaking all his nervousness into one leg so that it jittered manically but kept the rest of his body still. "Rose, I-I think I might go back to the T-TARDIS."

"What?" She's mad! He thought with an air of fear when in actuality she'd only misheard him.

Standing a little stronger he rolled his pinstriped shoulders and tried again. " I…think I might gobacktotheTARDIS, ifthat'sokay?!"

"Doctor, I can't hear you properly, just come in here." She'd said it softly but as the Doctor shyly walked in, looking at the floor, he'd noticed that she was only wearing her undergarments.

"Rose!" He'd hissed trying not to wake Jackie but turning around in a blind panic so that he ended up first hitting his head against the wall and then facing it to be in the total opposite direction from his under-dressed friend.

"What? What is it?" She asked, whispering too so as to make sure neither of them woke the person next door.

"Y-you're i-in your-r…." He'd mumbled the last word, afraid that it'd come out of his mouth like a tumbling rock.

"You what? Ohh. You've seen me in this before.." she argued playfully and he could almost hear the wink in her eye.

"I most certainly have not!" He squeaked. No matter how hard I've tried to coexist our shower times! His cheeks were flaring into a bright red now and hid the bridge of freckles. He could hear the blood rushing dangerously fast through his head and his ears were on fire.

"Well, you've seen me in beach wear? What's the difference?" She was toying with him.

"Uh-I-uh-W-well, Y-you-eh-err, um…."

He could feel a pair on firing brown eyes emblazing his forehead with a fiery sense of entertainment.

"None of the old pyjamas fit and all the others are in the wash." She sighed finally giving up her playful power position and letting him metaphorically run free.

He sneaked a look at the floor to see a bare foot and snapped back to his original position.

"How about the TARDIS?"

"You parked it on Northgate Avenue, which is about 3 blocks from here!"

He winced. Damn, damn, damn! He needed to get out the room. All he could think about was the rich blue colour of her bra complimenting her beautifully innocent skin and it closely cupping her beautifully rounded-ugh I need some ice!

"Okay, here," He tried handing her his jacket to which she declined.

"You know how much crap you have in those pockets? I'd end up accidentally shooting myself!"

He made a face, despite her laughter, she was right.

"It doesn't matter I'll just sleep in…"

But before she could finish, he groaned at the ceiling and-still not facing her- slowly took off his tie and began undoing his shirt. If she wasn't so shocked, Rose might of actually placed a tenner in his pocket as a joke. But from the expression of part of his face (which she could only just see) she decided it wasn't a good idea.

He'd dropped it to the floor and immediately put his jacket on, this time doing up all the buttons instead of leaving the three bottom ones open like he'd done this morning.

"I'm going to go back to the TARDIS…" he'd mumbled trying to avoid her shocked gaze. Closing her bedroom door and grabbing his overcoat, he couldn't help but shiver a little. Although that had been the most painful and embarrassing thing he'd had to endure, a small part of him was feeling pretty suave.

He was just about to leave the flat when Rose jumped him.

"You can't leave now; it's like two in the morning!"

His blue shirt reached the middle of her thighs and she'd left the top three buttons near the collar, open. On purpose perhaps? STOP IT!

He smiled slightly, still burning a crimson colour and whispered back.

"Time is not the boss of me!"

She giggled a little but gave him a severe look.

"Mum's right there!" She mimed, pointing to the left. "She'll hear you!"

Ooops.

He groaned, rubbing from his cheek to his chin like he did when he was thinking of a clever plan. Nada

Rose carefully led him back to her room, straining to be that extra bit quiet until the door was shut. He hadn't realised how pink it was and girly. There were fluffy toys all over the place!

"All we have to do is make sure we get up before mum…"

He grimaced. The thought of himself and Rose was nearly more then he could handle, it meant everything to him what he wanted what he needed but there was the major was always getting into trouble with Jackie, if she'd somehow saw Rose and him …He rubbed his neck.

"One night and then tomorrow you can park the TARDIS nearer." She promised.

Don't even think about it.

She smiled the Rose smile and stuck her tongue between her teeth. His knees suddenly went weak.

"Bear in mind mum won't get up till late morning and by late I mean around ten…" Her voice lowered and when she blinked, she made extra care to still be looking him in the eye. He ran his tongue against the bottom right corner of his lip before biting it in hunger.

She was coaxing him into agreeing, he could feel himself loose the control as she slouched righteously, hand on her hip and the cuffs of his light blue shirt just stopping at the middle of her thumb.

"One night!" He warned wagging his finger at her. She smiled in achievement.

"One night, that's it!"

She went back to bed then, neither accepting him into her bed (dammit!) or throwing him out, leaving him instead, standing over her with some of his chest hair peering out of the jacket.

Rolling his eyes, he suppressed a smile.

"Night Rose."

She was fast asleep and unable to answering him, so he just smiled (accepting this a punishment for his complaints), walked into the living room and seated himself for a long night.