Doctor Who

Prove It: Sappy

Note: Yes, there is a missing scene here. I will soon be putting up a companion piece including all the 'dirty, missing scenes' included in this story.

"It's a very nice bed." The Doctor protested.

"Oi! You drag me in here, then you pay more attention to the furniture than to me? Not very flattering, Doctor."

"Who said I was supposed to flatter you? I'm just proving I'm not sappy."

"Well, get to it, then." She said, leaning back against the pillows.

The Doctor sat down on the edge of the bed. ""Rose, are you sure?"

"I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't sure." She grinned. "So hurry up."

"I am up." He said with a sly grin.

"Doctor!" Rose exclaimed in mock-surprise. "You're dirty, you are!"

"I've been called worse."

Rose laughed.

"You're sure you're sure?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I'm sure!"

"Then why're you still dressed?"

"Why're you?"

"I'm talking!"

"So am I," She said smugly, "But I'm already have done. Don't tell me you can't talk and udress at the same time?"

"I can talk and do anything at the same time."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

She thought about it. "You could.

"Of course I could. I'm the Doctor."

"You also still haven't started yet." She said. "And I'm cold. So, I'll be under the covers when you're ready." So saying, she pulled the quilt up over her head and closed her eyes.

"Rose, come out of there."

"But it's warm under here."

"Rose. If you don't come out of there, I'll drag you out."

Somewhat reluctantly, Rose peeked her head out from under the blanket and started laughing.

"What?" He asked in confusion.

"Don't tell me you're planning on wearing that stupid tie?"

He glanced down. "What's wrong with this tie? I like this tie!"

"You look ridiculous wearing nothing but that tie. . .Though I suppose it might make a nice leash." She added thoughtfully.

"Don't you dare."

She grinned, and he hastily lost the tie.

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"So, you call that not sappy?" Rose asked skeptically.

"Well. . .maybe just a little."

"A little?"

"Yes, just a little. I wouldn't really call this 'sappy.'"

"So what would you call it?"

"Domestic."

"I thought you didn't do domestic?"

"I didn't do Domestic. I did Rose Tyler."

"Very funny. You know that's not what I meant. I thought you weren't a domestic guy."

"Nah, that was the old me. The new me doesn't mind small doses of domestic. Just as long as it's not too domestic."

"Like Mickey?"

"Oh, you just ruined the afterglow."

"Sorry."

"Hmm."

"Would my mum have been a better example?"

The Doctor groaned. "Rose!"

"Yes?" She asked innocently.

He paused, seriously reconsidered his next statement, and changed it. "What does this make us?"

"What does what make us?"

"This." He motioned to them.

"Ah. Oh. Um. . .mates who shag?"

"Nah. Sounds weird."

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it. How 'bout best mates? Lovers?"

"I like that one."

"Right. Lovers it is. Can't wait to see mum's face when you tell her."

"Me? Who says I'm gonna tell her?"

"I do."

"Oh. Well, can it wait 'til we've saved the world three or four more times?"

"Nope."

"But she doesn't like me!" He complained.

"She didn't like the old you." Rose corrected. "She likes the new you tons more. Don't tell me you're scared of me mum?"

"I'm the Doctor. I'm not scared of anything."

"'cept my mum." She teased.

"Rose, I am not scared of your mum."

"Then lets go visit her."

The Doctor made a face and sighed. "Oh, alright."

Rose beamed.