Me: I do NOT own Doctor Who...*mutters*no matter how much I want to.

Rose: You will never own me.

Doctor: Yeah, and I'm free now. Just don't tell Rose.

Rose: Doctor, you're supposed to be in your room sleeping 'cause you have gotten like zero sleep.

Doctor: Sorry, Rose.*puts his head down*

Rose: It's okay, sweetie. Just go sleep.

Doctor: What about nightmares?

Rose: Come here.

Doctor: *lays with head in Rose's lap as she runs her fingers through his hair*'Night, Rose.

Rose: 'Night, sweetie.*as The Doctor falls asleep with her singing a soft lullaby*

Me: READ! Please!

Meeting Rose Tyler

Rose pov

My eyes flutter open as the TARDIS, with Bad Wolf's help, transports me, and suddenly I notice that I am about to be hit by a shop dummy. A rough, calloused hand grasps mine tightly as a Northern accent whispers into my ear, "Run."

He is slightly in front of me as I try to keep up with his long strides. I suddenly say, "Oh, living plastic. Never start your day without it."

Abruptly, he stops and turns to me asking, "You deal with this often?"

"Yeah, everyday that ends in –y."

"Seriously?!"

"No, that was sarcasm!"

"You humans and your sarcasm. I swear you live off of it."

We begin our strides again as I reply, "What if you are the one who actually lives off of it."

He opens the lift before dragging me in and pushing the button to get us away from the dummies. A dummy's arm is caught in as it tries to get closer to us before I pull at its arm, making the arm pop off and The Doctor use the sonic screwdriver on it to cancel the signal.

"You pulled his arm off!" he exclaims in surprise because he obviously didn't think that a stupid ape could achieve that.

"Yep." I reply, catching the arm easily, "Feels like plastic."

"It is plastic, but clever enough."

"What about Wilson?"

"Who's Wilson?"

"Chief electrician."

"Wilson's dead."

"They're being controlled by a relay device on the roof. Which would be a great big problem if I didn't have this." The Doctor tells me, waving a bomb in my face, "So, I'm going to go upstairs and blow it up. And I might well die in the process. But don't worry about me, no. You go on. Go on. Go and have your lovely beans on toast. Don't tell anyone about this 'cause if you do you'll get them killed." He tells me before shutting the door and opening it again, "I'm The Doctor, by the way. What's your name?"

"Rose. Rose Tyler."

"Nice to meet you, Rose. Rose Tyler. Run for your life!"

I run as fast as I can to my house in anticipation since The Doctor should be there soon. Before I got there, I called Mickey to tell him that we should go out and get pizza soon. I tune out my mum as she begins to talk about compensation before running to the door when I heard something outside of the door. I stalk to the cat flap before pushing it open– only to see The Doctor's daft face staring at me; I close it only to open the door.

"What are you doing here?" He asks with a frown marring his face.

"Why do you think?" I ask with sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"I don't know. That's why I asked you."

"I live here."

"Well, what'd you do that for?" He ask with genuine confusion laced with sarcasm.

"Because I do. I'd usually be at work, but someone blew up my job." I tease, thinking 'Wow, he is so oblivious.'

"Hmm… Must have got the wrong signal. You're not plastic are you?" The Doctor queries as he knocks on my forehead, "Nope, bone head."

"Who is it?" my mum screams from further her room.

"Oh, just someone about last night."

Mum stares at The Doctor and me before saying, "She deserves compensation."

"Oh, we're talkin' millions." He replies before I drag him away.

The Doctor looks at various items in my apartment before commenting, "That won't last. He's gay and she's an alien. Hm. Sad ending. 'Rose Tyler'. Well, could have been worse." He says checking the mirror as I get the tea and prepare for ripping the arm off of his face. "Look at me ears."

After finally getting the arm deactivated, I tell him, "Hold on a minute. You can't just go swanning off."

"Yes I can. Here I am. This is me, swanning off. See ya'!"

"Who are you?"

"Told you. The Doctor."

"The Doctor?"

"Hello!"

"Is that supposed to sound impressive?"

"Sort of."

"So, really… Who are you?"

"Do you know like we were saying? About the Earth revolving? It's like when you're a kid. The first time they tell you that the world's turning
and you just can't quite believe it because everything looks like it's standing still. I can feel it." He explains, grabbing my hand, "The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour. And the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour and I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me. Clinging to the skin of this tiny little world and if we let go…" He tells me as he drops my hand, "That's who I am. Now forget me, Rose Tyler. Go home."

After timey wimey stuff, I go out with Mickey, break up with him unofficially, save the day– well part of the day– and follow The Doctor to his TARDIS. Okay, more like he dragged me in, but I went into the TARDIS. A happy hum and the lights getting brighter met me. I looked at the door, then him, before looking at the door once again.

"Don't worry 'bout it. The assembled hordes of Genghis Khan couldn't get through that door. And believe me, they've tried." He tells me before asking, "Where'd you want to start?"

"She's beautiful."

"Yes… wait… how'd you know that she was a she?"

"Ummm. Well this is a ship, and aren't all ships feminine? But I'll take a guess and say that it's alien."

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"Obviously, it's some kind of technology used to make it look smaller on the outside. Maybe to make us think it is but not actually."

"You're clever, Rose Tyler. I'll give you that."

"Are you alien?"

"Yes. Is that all right?"

"Yeah, it is. It's FANTASTIC, actually."

"You're odd. It's called the TARDIS, this thing. T-A-R-D-I-S. That's 'Time and Relative Dimension in Space'."

I smile at him and kiss his cheek before walking around the TARDIS' inside without looking suspicious and ask, "Why 'Police Public Call Box' from the '50s?"

"It's a disguise."

"Okay. How does that work? Is it like a device imbedded in the TARDIS that makes it appear as something that will fit in? I'm also guessing that it got stuck in the '50s, which leads me to believe that it's not only a spaceship but also a time machine. Am I right?"

"Basically, correct. How did you know?"

"I just put all the facts and assumptions together before coming to a conclusion."

"Rose Tyler, you are a clever little ape."

"I have a question."

"Shoot… I don't get that phrase 'cause I don't really want you to shoot me, so why would I say that. It's sort of stup–" I kiss him on the lips to shut him up before pulling away and apologizing, "It's fine. Anyways… what's your question?"

"You sound like you're from the North. Does every planet have a North or some other reason?"

"Lots of planets have a North."

"Okay, but ummm… Mickey's head is melting."

"No, no, no, no!" He yells before telling me, "We got so close."

He drags me out before looking around for the transmitter.

"Okay, I'm going to take a shot in the dark and say that we're looking for a transmitter. A massive, circular dish, apparently smack dab in the middle of London."

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Well, earlier you told me that it was controlled by thought control, and to have thought control, you need a transmitter. Am I right?"

"Yes. We'll bring this with us just in case." He told me, producing a bottle of what was known as Anti-Plastic.

"I'm guessing that since it's plastic, that the contents in that bottle is something called a very literal name like Anti-Plastic or something close."

"Yeah, it actually is called Anti-Plastic. This is a very literal name because it's used on plastic and is supposed to melt i–" I shut him up with another chaste kiss before apologizing once more but was told that it was fine and having him grab my hand like old times.

Then more timey wimey stuff happened, and I found the hatch after The Doctor was oblivious again.

When we walk down the hatch, I tell him, "Go talk to it, you leather-clad Doctor."

"Don't you just want to tip the anti-plastic in?" The Doctor asks surprised.

"If you did that to everyone, what would makeyou better than them?"

"Okay." He went down as I walk over to Mickey and explain that he had to go to the big, blue box when it appears before I hear, "I seek audience with the Nestene Consciousness under peaceful contract. According to Convention Fifteen of the Shadow Proclamation. If I might observe, you infiltrated this civilization by means of warp shunt technology. So may I suggest with the greatest respect that you shunt off." He continued before the Consciousness interrupted, "Oh don't give me that! It's an invasion, plain and simple. Don't talk about constitutional rights." Again the Consciousness interrupts, "I am talking!"

The TARDIS appears, Mickey runs to it as I instructed, and the Consciousness reacts causing The Doctor to say, "Yes, that's my ship… That's not true! I should know, 'cause I was there. I fought in the war. It wasn't my fault! I couldn't save your world! I couldn't save any of them!"

The Conscience had the dummy's come up to him silently as I walk to the chain, grab the ax, and whisper, "I ain't got no A-Levels, I fell in love, got left twice, and I'm reliving my time with The Doctor, but I did get Bronze in gymnastics!" I swing over as I do a battle call and trying to get him to move out of the way, but the dummy's still manage to get the anti-plastic from him.

"Rose!" The Doctor calls before catching me, "Now we're in trouble."

I help fight them off before throwing the ax at the anti-plastic, which dumped it in. We walk back to the TARDIS, hand-in-hand before I get a call from my mum that I zone out as she talks and talks.

When we return and are out of the TARDIS, he tells me with a snap of his fingers, "Nestene Consciousness… easy."

"You were useless in there. You'd be dead if it wasn't for me." I tease.

His face goes from a big, goofy smile to super serious as he says, "Yes, I would. Thank you." He pauses before continuing, "Right then. I'll be off. Unless, ah, I don't know, you could come with me. This box isn't just a London Hoppa, you already know that. It goes anywhere in the Universe, free of charge."

"Don't! He's an alien! He's a thing!" Mickey yells at me, clinging to my legs.

"He's not invited." The Doctor says with clear jealousy before continuing in a softer voice, "What d'you think? You could stay here, fill your life with work and food and sleep or you could go… anywhere."

"Is it always this dangerous?" I ask with a grin that always made him smile.

"Yeah." He replies with a large grin of his own.

"…I'm sorry, but I can't. Maybe if you asked some other time but not at this moment. Right now I've, um, I've gotta go and find my mom. And someone's gotta look after this stupid lump, but I'll look for you again. So…" I tell him, wishing to say yes a million times as I beckon him closer. I give him a hug and kiss on the cheek before he moves back and says, "Bye."

"Okay. See ya 'round." He says as he leaves in the TARDIS.

"Okay, here's the deal. I'm gonna go when he comes back. I also think we should break up. I'm reliving my timelines, but don't tell The Doctor. He can't know. I'll be gone for a year. Give my mum this note and tell her that I'll call or text when I can. I have my passport this time. I'm trusting you with this. Okay?"

He nods right before The Doctor reappears moments later, "By the way, did I mention it also travels in time– even though you already know that, that we'll be saving the Universe, and that we'll see a lot of aliens?"

He leaves the door open as I say bye again and running into the TARDIS without looking back.

Me: Sorry about the delay. I have homework and a part-time job. Anyways, more next.

Rose: Yes, keep reading please 'cause she won't be quiet unless you do. If not, I'll have to duct tape her mouth shut.*starts sneaking towards me*

Me: Review, please. Wait... what. Doctor, HELP MEEEE!*runs away, screaming*

Doctor: Sorry, but I like Rose better.

Me: Traitor!

All: Please review and keep reading.

Me: Love you guys!*gives a big, goofy grin*