I Can Show You the World

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So, like other people/obsessed fans, I've found that "A Whole New World" fom Disney's Aladdin kind of fits for Rose and the Doctor. I've decided to do a story where every chapter relates to a line from the song. The pairing, and if you didn't read the summary this will be a surprise to you, is Rose/9, or pre-Rose/9. Neither the song nor Doctor Who belong to me. Enjoy!

When Rose first entered the TARDIS, she was mesmerized. The ship sent a warmth to her. It enveloped Rose, making her feel welcome, like this place could become her home. She turned to the Doctor, who was grinning wildly.

"What do you think, Rose?" he enthused.

"She's beautiful," she breathed, looking around at the coral around her.

The TARDIS made a noise, a sort of a thank-you. Some lights lit up.

"She likes you," the Doctor explained.

"I can feel it," Rose bit her tongue. "Is she sentient?"

"Fantastic," he beamed.

Rose brushed a hand over the Console then guiltily looked at the Doctor.

"I'm not allowed to do that, am I?" she looked at him with wide eyes.

"Of course you are," he waked closer and took her hand.

Rose stiffened at the contact, and for a second, the Doctor considered letting go, but then she grew comfortable again. He guided her hand over the buttons.

"I can feel her," Rose breathed.

The Doctor tilted his head and looked at Rose with puzzlement. He didn't notice his thumb brushing over the top of her hand repeatedly.

"You're brilliant," he didn't even notice he said it.

"Why's that?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Nothing," he dodged, repeating "Fantastic," under his breath.

Rose shrugged and continued exploring the console. The TARDIS made a noise that sounded like a purr.

"You like that," she spoke to the ship.

I do.

"She's speaking to you!" the Doctor cried. "Fantastic!"

He does that. Pay it no matter. It'll be nice to have someone new on board. We hadn't had that in a long while. He needs you.

"What does that mean?" Rose wondered.

"Come on, Sexy, don't go conspiring against me!" the Doctor complained.

He likes to call me 'Sexy'. You'll get used to it.

"Why're you talking to me?" Rose wondered.

As the TARDIS responded, the Doctor marveled at how his most constant Companion and his newest one took to each other. Ever since Rose had walked in, everything had seemed warmer, more in its place. He didn't know why. But he liked it.

"I'll show you around," he offered.

"Alright," she beamed.

The Doctor took her hand again, and led the enthusiastic young girl through a doorway into a hallway.

"The kitchen," he offered.

Rose followed his pointing hand to a door. The Doctor nodded to her to open it. She did. Although there was nothing exciting about a kitchen, Rose loved the thrill of exploring. Perhaps that was why the Doctor chose her.

The inside of the kitchen was bright. The TARDIS must have turn on the lights, the Doctor thought, because it was hardly ever this welcoming. Rose looked around. The walls were painted a gentle orange, and there were windows on them.

"Why are there windows here?" she asked, pointing at them, at the starts against a night sky beyond.

"She likes it homey," he smiled at the ship.

"I like it," Rose chuckled at the garden-themes curtains.

There were shelves and cabinets on the walls, made out of a dark wood. In them, when she got the go-ahead from the Doctor to look in, Rose found plates, spices, and baking ingredients. In the 50s-style fridge were fruits, vegetables, and dairy products. There was ice cream in the freezer.

I hope you enjoy strawberry.

Thank you, Rose thought back, thanking the ship both for the food and telling her how to communicate with her via thoughts.

Rose hugged herself, enjoying the feel of the room. It made her feel safe, just like her mother's. Thinking about her mother and Mickey brought a lump of guilt to her throat, but Rose ignored it, remembering the Doctor's promise of time travel.

"It'll be fine," he said gently, putting a hand on her elbow.

"I know," she replied.

The Doctor inwardly cringed at the trust she had already placed in him. He hoped he wouldn't betray her.

"Let me show you the library," he offered.

"You have a library in here?" she gaped.

"What don't I have?" he joked.

"Is it big?" she wondered.

He didn't answer, instead leading her out of the kitchen and into the hall. After maneuvering Rose around them for a second time, the Doctor faced a pair of double doors.

"Not quite like Alexandria," he shrugged. "But it's mine."

Its ours.

There were long hallways of tall shelves, all full, some even overflowing, with books. There were thin ones and thick ones, colorful ones and bland ones, books that took up all the space and ones that could fit ten more of themselves on top of where they were. Rose had never seen so many books in one place. It was fascinating.

Rose had never been much into reading, just as she had never liked clubbing or playing sports. As a young girl, she had preferred to spend time with her mother instead of on her own. Books had only recently started interesting her, when she had finally realized that her thirst for something new and exciting could be quenched, if only partially, by them.

"I like it," she smiled softly.

Thank you. You're always welcome here, Rose Tyler.

"You do?" the Doctor repeated. "Fantastic."

"How big is it?" Rose wondered, looking at the endless corridors.

"I don't know," the Doctor shrugged. "The pool might be in here, too."

"You have a pool here?" Rose giggled.

"What's wrong with that?" the Doctor's eyebrows rose with the question. "Every spaceship ought to."

"I'm not arguing with that," Rose shook off his incredulity. "I'm just asking."

"Humans," he mumbled. "You're always so surprised."

He loves it. It's his favorite bit about you. Or. . . one of them, anyway.

Rose nodded her confirmation, tongue still sticking out from in between her smiling teeth. She wasn't offended by the Doctor's comment, simply because he said it with such puzzled admiration.

"Haven't got all day!" the Doctor suddenly clapped his hands. "Let's go!"

He was so energetic. He looked so old and just a little sophisticated (the jacket kind of ruined the effect), but when he wanted something, or was excited about something, he seemed to regress into an overenthusiastic child at Christmastime.

"Where?" Rose asked, following him out the door.

"Your room, of course," he answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Where is it?" she replied,

"I haven't a clue!" he cried, jovially walking the halls with her.

The way he said it, 'your room, of course', make Rose think that she would be around for a while. He'd probably change his mind, she thought later, and was puzzled at how disappointed that made her. For now, though, she would be content with even a few days.