Well, I said that there would be John's point of view, but I couldn't be bothered to try and be secretive about it, so here it is. I hope you enjoy it, I am loving writing this one! Sometimes the Doctor is so hard to write, because actually he is quite alien in the way that, even in his Tenth regeneration, his is still quite guarded about his emotions e.g. not telling Rose that he loves her. I often find it quite hard to keep that element of him the same, but in this fic I'm enjoying writing him.

John's POV

John was still grinning with glee as they came to the top of their third flight of stairs, though he could tell that Rose was finding it a bit difficult to keep up.

"Do you run everywhere in this place?" she forced out, holding her side with her left hand while keeping her right hand firmly in his (much to his delight).

"Oh, not all the time," he replied flippantly, carrying on at a walk through a set of double doors and along a corridor, "when I'm carrying sharp things like syringes, or hot things like coffee, I tend to slow down a little. Not all the time though, running can make carrying those things much more exciting."

Rose raised an eyebrow as she continued to catch her breath, and John wondered for a moment if he had gone too far – after all, his strange, exuberant and frankly bizarre manner had scared off plenty of people before. He had noticed that being facetious and funny a lot of the time caused people to underestimate him, which gave him the upper hand. Without boasting, John knew that he was exceedingly clever, possibly the smartest person in the hospital, and though this made him arrogant at times (a fault which he wasn't really in any hurry to correct), it was definitely an asset.

Unfortunately, and possibly because of his arrogance and intelligence, he tended not have very many friends. John had noticed a pattern in his life: he would have one or two very close friends at a time, or maybe a girlfriend instead, but that was it. He was not someone who had an enormous crowd of friends, and as soon as his one had moved on, or his girlfriend had left him (as they all inevitably did) he was alone again. And he was fine alone. Alone was OK. At least that's what he told himself.

And yet meeting Rose had been somehow different. She had immediately seemed to understand him – he knew the face of someone who was lonely and unhappy, he had seen it himself in the mirror often enough – and she had taken up his offer of being his assistant very happily, although he had asked her twice. John was shocked at himself – he would never normally ask twice.

He and Rose had lapsed into a comfortable silence as they continued along the corridor, hands still connected (John was a big fan of holding hands, although no-one else really ever seemed to feel the same way, which earned Rose extra brownie points in his opinion), and as they walked he prodded his feelings and motives, wondering what it was about this woman that had made him ask her twice.

"Ah, here it is." John stopped abruptly, realising that he had nearly walked past his own office door, Rose coming to a halt close beside him. "Rose Tyler, welcome to my office."

John let go of Rose's hand reluctantly (the fact that she was good to hold hands was carefully filed away in his brain in a folder marked "Reasons why I should be friends with Rose Tyler") and removed the key from his suit pocket. He always locked the door when he left, he couldn't explain why exactly, it just seemed like the right thing to do.

John loved his office, and he hoped that Rose would too. The door was painted a deep, dark blue, very different to all the other doors in the hospital which were inexplicably painted a particularly unpleasant red.

"I like the colour," Rose said, which immediately made John like her even more than he already did. Woah there John, he told himself, you've only known her for a few days. He watched as Rose trailed her fingers gently over the brass nameplate on his door. It read "Doctor John Smith, PhD".

"You weren't lying about being a doctor then," said Rose, and John let out a squeak of indignance.

"I think you will find I'm an excellent doctor, and I find the fact that you think I would lie just to impress you extremely insulting. Did you think I was the caretaker and just thought I was in with a shot?"

Rose was trying to smother a smile as she answered. "Well, apart from the lab coat, you aren't really dressed like a doctor, are you?"

John twisted himself around a bit, showing off his outfit and peering at it himself at the same time. "I find that the clothes I wear really don't have much of a bearing on my doctoring skills. And besides, I like it! It's sort of...oh I don't know."

"Geek chic?" suggested Rose, and John beamed at her.

"Oh yes, that's exactly it! You read my mind, thankyou!"

Rose mimed a quick bow. "You're welcome but come on, are we actually going to spend all day standing out here, "Doctor", or are we going to go in?"

"Of course we're going in!" said John, forgetting for a moment that he had already unlocked the door and nearly attempting to do it again. That would've been embarrassing. He pushed open the door and stepped quickly inside, holding it open for Rose to walk through before quickly shutting it behind her. He was now waiting for the normal response that he got whenever anyone came into his office – he had cleverly arranged and decorated it so that it appeared to hold a lot more and to be a lot larger than it was.

"Is it bigger on the inside?" Rose asked, astonished, and John mentally punched the air. He loved it when they said that.

"This is amazing!" Rose was staring all around her now at the oddly shaped walls and the strange assortment of furniture, all surrounding a large hexagonal desk in the centre of the vaguely circular room, covered with all sorts of bits and bobs. John was very proud of this design, it had taken up a large chunk of his copious amounts of spare time – he tended to solve cases very quickly, which gave him a lot of time to build things, go on adventures and get into trouble.

"How the hell did you make this work?" she said, looking back at John who was leaning with his arms folded against the wall, attempting not to look smug.

He allowed himself a grin now, removing his lab coat in one swift movement and flinging it with well practiced accuracy over the back of a large beige coloured armchair, completely ignoring the unused hat and coat stand that stood next to the door. He folded his arms again and raised an eyebrow, mimicking her expression of a few minutes before.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

I couldn't resist the urge to make it bigger on the inside, even if it is just an illusion :P I know it's been a few chapters and the story hadn't really moved on much, but I will show their relationship evolving, don't you worry (there will also probably be kissing :P) The next chapter will probably be up tomorrow, but don't count on it, I don't make promises if I can't keep them. Thankyou for all the reviews, they make me so happy!