A/N: I just realised that it's been a month since I last updated this. I do apologize, I've just been focusing on my two Sherlock stories recently, but I will be updating this frequently again from now on. Thanks for the reviews, they mean the world to me.

Anyway, on to the next chapter.

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who.

Rose spun around, and Jack quickly side stepped so that half of his body was positioned behind her, hiding his extremely tight boxers. It was in vain though, for the Doctor had already seen everything and could now feel his two hearts beating rapidly against his chest. Different thoughts raced through his mind; Why was Jack only wearing boxers? Why were they in his room? What did they have planned?

Anger was starting to build up inside of him, were they doing this on purpose? Did he have Rose all wrong? Was she secretly some player? He didn't want to believe, almost refused to believe it, but the evidence was right here. Right in front of his eyes.

"Well?" he said, "Why are you here?"

"It's my fault," Jack muttered, "I bought her here and -"

"No, it's my fault," Rose cut in, "I wanted to see your room, and I asked Jack to bring me here."

The Doctor closed his eyes. They were even sticking up for each other - just like proper couples did. It made him feel sick, and he didn't know how much longer he could just watch them before he finally snapped.

He turned away so that neither Rose or Jack could see the look of hurt on his face, he couldn't look weak now. Not for something like this. Not for a human.

"Just - get out," he ordered, "I have things to do."

"Doctor.."

"Now." he snarled, trying so hard to keep his voice even.

He could hear them muttering to each other, before Jack took Rose by the hand and pulled her out of the room. She gave the Doctor one last glance before disappearing from view. He shut the door behind her, and walked over to his bed, before collapsing on top of it.

The TARDIS hummed quietly, as though it felt the Doctor's pain, and was trying to reassure him. He felt drained, tired beyond belief, and was once again alone. Why did he do this? Why did he bring along someone and then get close to them? He knew how it ended. He was 900 years old, whereas she was 19. He was deluded if he thought she cared, if she truly loved him. She just wanted to get out of her day to day life, and he provided the escape. Stupid Doctor for thinking it was more than that, for thinking that she different, that she was special. She was just like all the other humans, only out for themselves.

And now, she was probably in Jack's room, shacking up with the pretty boy, whilst he, the Doctor - the famous Doctor, was lying here alone feeling sorry for himself. He slowly pulled himself into a sitting position and raised one hand in front of his face. He was surprised to find himself shaking. Truly shaking.

A light knock on the door pulled him away from his thoughts, and he looked up to see Rose stood in the doorway.

"Doctor?" she said timidly.

"Rose?"

"I just wanted to see if you were ok."

The Doctor smiled, that stupid fake smile that he seemed to have plastered on his face a lot recently, and motioned for Rose to come and sit next to him.

"I'm fine," he murmured, "Was just a shock, that's all."

"It really was my fault, I wanted to see your room."

The Doctor rubbed his eye, "How does Jack know where my room is anyway?"

"He got lost and found it by mistake." Rose smiled.

"Right," The Doctor said, nodding.

He didn't want to talk about Jack anymore. Every time Rose said his name the Doctor felt his stomach drop. Silence had fallen over them, and it felt awkward.

"Rose, I really have stuff to do, are you done? Jack's probably missing you."

"Um, yeah. Sorry."

The Doctor watched as Rose left the room again. He felt slightly guilty for how blunt he was to her, she didn't deserve it. He was the one who had fallen, not her. Or at least not for him.


Rose had never been so confused in her life. She would say that the Doctor was jealous, but then that was stupid wasn't it? All she knew was that things were different these days. The Doctor distanced himself away from her and Jack and always seemed to be staring into space when he thought she couldn't see him.

She didn't want to admit it, but she missed him, missed them. The way they would laugh at silly things, the way they would hold each others hand whilst running away from aliens and monsters and whatever else that lurked in the Universe. But what she missed the most was how close they used to be, she could tell him anything and he would listen whilst offering her some strange advice in return.

Jack was great, of course he was, but he wasn't the Doctor.

There was only way to sort this out; the Tyler way. Confrontation. She was going to find out the truth, no matter how long it took.


The Doctor woke up early the next morning and made his way towards the kitchen. He had decided last night that he would take Rose and Jack back to Earth. At least that way he wouldn't have to see them together anymore. He couldn't believe how much Jack was getting to him, it was unnerving. Mickey and Adam were idiots so he didn't feel threatened by them but Jack? Jack was more than a pretty face, and the Doctor knew it.

He walked into the kitchen and was surprised to find Rose already sat at the table, her eyes fixed on the door. When she caught sight of him, she smiled slightly, a look of determination on her face.

"Doctor, I need to talk to you," she said bluntly, her eyes now fixed on him.

"I can't. I have to go fix the console and - "

Rose sighed and stood up, "You can cut the crap, yeah? You're avoiding me and I want to know why."

"I'm not! I really have stuff to do."

He had hoped that Rose would believe his lie, it was partly true anyway seeing as the TARDIS did need work doing to it, but he could tell by the way her eyes narrowed and her mouth grew tight, that she didn't. It didn't help that she was now walking towards him, and he had nowhere to go. He backed up slowly, only to hit the wall behind.

Rose was now mere inches from him, he could even smell her perfume; a mixture of strawberries and something spicy, maybe cinnamon. What he couldn't smell on her was Jack, and that made him smile slightly. If she did spend the night with him then she would smell of him, but she didn't.

"Doctor?"

He snapped his head up, and looked into her eyes. She was even closer now, they were almost touching noses. Not that he minded, he loved being this close to Rose, but if Jack walked in now there would be trouble. Why did he even care about Jack? It was his TARDIS, he could just chuck the pretty boy out into the void and be done with it.

"Doctor, are you even listening to me?"

Rose sighed again, and then - out of nowhere - kissed him.


Rose surprised herself. She didn't plan on kissing him, yet when he was stood there looking defeated and hurt, she couldn't help it. She felt him stiffen slightly and wondered if she had crossed the line. Kissing the Doctor felt different to kissing Jack. With the Doctor it just felt - right, whereas with Jack it just felt nice.

She pulled away, her cheeks now blushing crimson, and muttered, "I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened there -"

She couldn't finish the sentance, for the Doctor had pulled her back and was now kissing her with determination. She responded instantly, melting against him and giving back as good as he gave her. For someone who didn't do love, he was a pretty good kisser, even better then Jack and that was saying something.

Finally the Doctor pulled away, "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"What's going on?"

Rose felt her heart sink, and turned to see Jack staring at them, his mouth slightly open. How long he was stood there she didn't know, though judging by the look on his face, she could bet that it was a long time and that he had seen everything.

"Jack, I.." she started.

"Not you, Rose. Him," Jack said, glaring at the Doctor, "I saw you kissing her. She's mine."

A/n: There might be a fight scene next. :) Depends which way I want to go.