'You still owe me' Rose said.

They were in the middle of nowhere again. This time, they were going to get to 1970's London (instead of 1870's Scotland). She liked the fact that she had just done what she had before thought impossible. She had just met Queen Victoria, been made a dame, met a werewolf, all that stuff. Oh, and above all, she had finally beaten the Doctor at something. Life was good.

'Do I?' he asked, still setting the co-ordinates. This time, he double checked them. He wasn't going through that again!

'Yes you do. Come on, cough up!' she demanded, with her hand out. She had a smile stuck on her face. She knew, above all, he wasn't going to back down easily. She liked that; they were both cut from the same stone, so to speak.

'So, how did you like werewolves? Ore are you still a bit scared?' he smirked, shooting her his trademark smile.

Well, it isn't like I expected to see one, was it?' she replied. She wasn't going to make herself look like a wimp. He had defiantly caught it though (by the look that he now gave her).

'Why should I give it to you, anyway?' he asked.

'Because I won it fair and square. Hand it over…' she smiled.

'Um, what's the word I'm looking for? No!' he said, playfully.

'Give it to me!' she laughed, coming over to him. If he wasn't going to give it to her, she was going to get herself. He swerved out of her way, still pushing buttons. He wasn't going to give it to her that easily, just like she had expected. If she was going to get it, she would have to work for it. She finally caught him when he was pulling the lever for the last time.

'Okay okay, you've got me…' he surrendered, hands up like she had a gun. As he reached into his pocket to get the ten pound note, his hand hit something else. It wasn't like him to have anything in his right hand pocket than his wallet.

'So you're a gambler?' she asked, as he searched his pocket for whatever it was. He was going to keep it in his pocket. Who knows? It might be something that she really shouldn't see.

'I guess you could say that…' he replied, still engrossed.

'What can't find your wallet? Likely story…'

'It's not that…'

'Then what is it?'

'Nothing…' he said, now looking up, with the money in his hand. After he gave it to her, the hand went straight back into the pocket.

'What's wrong now?' she asked.

He took the object out of his pocket. He held up a piece of mistletoe.

'Now I remember! I kept in here so that if we did need any help…'

'It's not like we really needed it, was it?' she asked.

'No, not then…'

'What do you mean, 'back then'?'

He held it above her head.

'Pucker up…' he smiled. He gave her that smile. Luckily, she happily accepted.