AN: Thanks for the reviews on Chapter 1, I really appreciate them. I took the idea for fiction mist from a line at the beginning of "Silence In The Library" when the Tenth Doctor and Donna arrive at The Library planet: "Fifty first century. By now you've got holovids, direct to brain downloads, fiction mist, but you need the smell. The smell of books, Donna. Deep breath."

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Rose had taken the book back to her room, made a cup of tea and changed into her pyjamas. She could only read these books for the first time once so she didn't want to be distracted by the Doctor and Jack. She had left them competing with each other in a conversation of quotes, each trying to catch the other out with a reference the other didn't know. Rose had wandered off, not sure if the two men were showing off for her benefit or flirting with each other.

She had snuck back to the Library later that evening and retrieved the sixth book from the shelves, sure it would be alright as this book was now out in her time, especially since the Doctor had taken her home a whole year late after their first adventures in the TARDIS.

Rose was a little disappointed that the Doctor hadn't lingered in the Library. She liked the thought of having some company while she read. It wasn't until she found the library empty that she realised she'd been thinking about sitting in front of that huge fireplace with him, maybe even having him read her a little of the next book. There was no sign of Jack either, so Rose left the room with one last indulgent glance at the sofa by the fire.

Rose discovered the whereabouts of the Doctor as she passed the console room on her way back to bed. He was lying under the deck plates, lots of wires dangling in his face, his sonic screwdriver held between his teeth. She wondered if she should offer him a cup of tea, but he looked so absorbed, almost content, alone with his ship, that Rose decided to leave him undisturbed.

Rose had to admit that books were a big weakness. Once she started a story, there was very little that could distract her. She spent most of the night and the following day reading Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince. Now Rose was headed back to the library, the book clutched to her chest, still thinking over what she'd read. Her slippers scuffed softly along the corridor. She was so lost in thought that at one point she doubted she had gone the right way and had to double back to check. Rose hated the thought of getting lost in the TARDIS. It felt more like her home every day but the Doctor could be very vague about how big it actually was.

When she arrived at the Library, the Doctor was sitting at the large wooden desk, he did not have a book though, he was just staring intently at the monitor screen.

"What ya doin'?" Rose asked as she walked around behind the Doctor to see what he was so captivated by.

"Brushing up on my Spock." He turned and smiled warmly at her, taking in her very different appearance. He had never seen Rose dressed for bed before. She was wearing a fluffy dressing gown, but he could see that underneath she was wearing a little vest top with thin straps over her bare shoulders. She couldn't possibly be wearing a bra. He looked away, surprised by his own train of thought. He was no stranger to attraction, but allowing himself to acknowledge his attraction to a human was quite new, even if he was only acknowledging it to himself.

Rose laughed. He was watching an old episode of Star Trek. Probably the only episode she could remember clearly - the one with the little furry Tribble creatures. The screen was paused as Captain Kirk was about to sit on one.

"Where's Jack?" She asked, trying to cover up how nice it was to think she influenced the Doctor's viewing choices.

The Doctor's smile slipped and he turned to look back into the rows of books. "He went to look for biographies..." he turned back to her, grin firmly back in place, "but I may have sent him more in the direction of pornography." He looked thoroughly pleased with himself.

Rose swatted him on the shoulder with the heavy tomb that was Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince, wondering briefly what might be in a nine hundred year old alien's porn stash. Was it just her imagination or had the Doctor stopped trying to hide the fact that he was a sexual being since they'd met Jack?

"I'm going to go and grab the next one." She waved the book at him. "You're sure it's OK for me to read it ahead?" She chewed her bottom lip, awaiting permission to read the seventh and final Harry Potter book.

"As long as you promise not to spoil JK's story if we go back to Earth before it's out." He put on his best stern face.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Rose grinned, showing off all those dazzling teeth, and scuffed back into the stacks, retracing the steps they had taken to find JK Rowling's extensive shelf.

The Doctor watched her go. His Rose, reading his books. She liked his library. He almost forgot it was here sometimes, but having seen the wonder on her face when they walked in, he couldn't understand why he didn't spend more time here. He supposed that it wasn't often he was forced to stay still long enough that he had time to visit. They ricocheted from one adventure to the next, never stopping to just catch their breath. Never stopping to think really.

It wasn't until Rose returned and dropped into the chair opposite his that the Doctor realised he had been sat looking at the paused image of William Shatner almost sitting on a Tribble for several minutes.

"How's the TARDIS?" Rose asked.

"Getting there slowly." He said, his affection for his ship thick in his voice. "I managed to get the scanner back online. We're on a little planetoid just outside Earth's solar system. It's still orbiting your sun but it's too small for anyone to take any notice. It's still best that we don't go outside - we'd freeze to death before we'd got far enough to check if the bulb on top of the TARDIS needs changing."

The doctor pushed the monitor he was looking at so that they could both see it. "Got an image of a enormous rock creature come up on one the sweeps." He tapped the screen a few times and showed her a fuzzy, pixelated, and overwhelmingly purple picture.

Rose supposed that if she squinted and leaned back a bit, it might look like a life form. "Doesn't look much like it's alive."

The Doctor harrumphed and spun the monitor back around, switching back to his Star Trek episode.

"How much longer do y'think we'll be stuck here?" Rose fingered the spine of the last book - she was in danger of running out of reading material.

"A couple of days I reckon, the TARDIS has to grow a new inertial stabiliser. Since the war I've not been able to get spare parts so we'll just have to wait."

Rose nodded and flipped her book open eagerly, her bottom lip held by her top teeth in anticipation.

Jack chose that moment to emerge from somewhere to the Doctor's left and sit heavily at the desk. "Phew!" He exclaimed. "Took me forever to find biographies." He sighed.

"I'll bet!" Rose grinned, looking up at the Doctor.

The Doctor winked at her and Rose laughed. He loved that sound.

"Casanova," Jack said, holding up a book with his finger marking a page partway through, "fascinating fellow."

"I know," the Doctor said absently, his attention back on his episode of Star Trek, "he owes me 12 denari."

Rose shook her head. Out of all the mad adventures she'd had with the Doctor, why did these quiet evenings in seem so bizarre? It was probably the stillness. She and the Doctor were always running to their next adventure or crashing exhausted into their beds after their last one. It was no wonder she had never realised there was a library on board the TARDIS - who would ever find time for this when there was all of time and space outside?

"Are you watching that with no sound on?" Rose suddenly asked the Doctor, realising that he was watching TV but she couldn't hear it.

"No, it's channelling the sound into a sonic implant in my teeth." The doctor opened his mouth and pointed at one of his back molars.

"Weird." Rose peered into the Doctor's mouth, but she couldn't see any sonic implant.

Her eyes only broke away from his mouth when he spoke again. "I can put one in for you, if you like." The Doctor said casually. "Then you can listen to music, watch TV, talk on your phone, all in private."

"How does it work?"

"Vibrations." Jack said, winking.

Rose felt a blush prickle at her cheeks and scrambled for something to say. "Wouldn't that make your teeth fall out?" She asked.

Jack and the Doctor laughed. Rose felt like she had just drooled on her nightie. She returned to the first lines of the last Harry Potter book, hoping to soon be lost in another story.

Rose hadn't been reading for even five minutes when a grinding moan broke the library's silence. The three inhabitants at the desk looked up at each other, startled. The Doctor started to rise from his chair, but then a loud bang tore through library.