4. Two weeks had passed and Rose Tyler had a date. Well, they were only going out to lunch, but hey, it was something. A lunch date had a bit of a tacky ring to it, but she and the Doctor were busy people. The Doctor had finally gained a job, and began working immediately so he'd been swamped with paperwork the last few days. Rose was also busy with her own job, so time was hard to find. Their bosses had finally lightened the workload for the weekend though so Rose jumped at the chance.

"Just don't call me 'Doctor' when we're in the restaurant, it's embarrassing. Makes people think I'm being treated to lunch by a former patient or something. Call me something normal, like 'John' or 'Peter',"

"Why can't you tell me your real name? I could call you by that."

"You honestly think a Gallifrean name would sound as normal as an English name?"

"You've got a good point there," muttered Rose with a tinge of sarcasm as they sat down at a table. Their waiter was a cheerful young man named Matthew, who seemed to be in college. He took their orders and left to return to the kitchen afterwards.

"Well, he seems quite ni-" The ringtone of his mobile interrupted the Doctor in mid-sentence. A chorus of other rings from other customers' pockets soon followed.

"Huh, must be a glitch at the cell tower. But I swear I turned this thing off before we left…" he frowned as he flipped up the screen. The Doctor raised an eyebrow, inspecting the device.

"What's the matter?"

"This," he breathed angrily, turning the phone so she could see the screen.

"…there's a Dalek on your mobile's screen."

"Annoying little bugger."

"Silence!" exclaimed the alien in a staccato tone, its voice loud through the combined speakers of all the phones in the restaurant.

"Your race doesn't really know how to die, now does it?"

"Si-lence hu-man!"

"Hey, that's a plus for you; I actually have to listen to you this time around. But you don't seem like Caan or Thay or someone else from the Cult. Are you just a lackey? Gosh, that's tacky. Oh hey, I rhymed."

"Si-lence!"

"Yessir!" The Doctor gave a mock salute.

"Hu-mans, lis-ten to the mes-sage of the Da-leks! The Da-leks will be com-ing to your pla-net. The Da-leks will make your pla-net in-to one of the-ir own. The Da-leks will re-ign su-preme once again!" The message ended and the Doctor's phone turned off again.

"What is with that race of theirs, really? I mean, just because we're the newborn babies of the universe the big bullies have to come over and steal our toys and beat us up. Seriously, and they've got some sort of immortality potion, or at least a fetish for it. Always come back when I think they're finally dead. Maybe they're mass-produced…"

"Well, fun date we've been having…John."

"Ah, sorry."

"It's not your fault. Nothing like a Dalek to brighten up the day…"

"Yeah, really. Oh, hello Matthew! See Rose, it's not all bad, we still have the rest of the day."

"Sorry for the lateness, but here's your food! Enjoy, I'll come back with the bill later."

"Thanks. You're right John; we still have twelve hours left to have fun."

"Or be attacked by a bunch of psychotic aliens."

"Let's not hope for the latter."

"I agree."

As they ate, they decided that they would go to a movie when nighttime came around, and after the movie they could walk around town for a while. Everything would be okay.

Or so they hoped.

I feel so cheesy for putting Daleks in this. So very full of cheese, I do apologize.

Next chapter will be full of Dalek-y goodness. And...a love confession?!