Title: Feelings so Confus'd
Doctor: 9th, naturally.
Disclaimer: All I own is... is... now where did I put it? I'm sure I own something! Oh yeah! I own nothing. Doctor who belongs to the BBC, though I would quite happily relieve them of Christopher Ecclesten (already free, I know)!
Summary: Rose and the Doctor are more than just friends, but what happens when the Doctor says something and Rose takes it the worng way?
Will give you cookies if you can give me a better summary! Please?
A/N: Read&Review or my Wear-Bear will eat you! M for later chapters. This is my first fan-fic so be nice!
Jack smiled as the Doctor walked past and entered the bedroom. He had chosen well, he knew. The room he had found was vaguely romantic, though small so they would have to be close. No avoiding each other. His plan was fool proof. Get them in a room. Lock them in. then it was a simple game of waiting for them to kiss and make up. He'd even provided them with a bed, so they could go that extra mile if they wanted to. And he knew they wanted to.
He heard footsteps and looked up to see Rose also heading towards the room. As she stepped inside, Jack leapt from the shadows and closed the door, locking it. Inside he heard Rose gasp and bang on the door.
"Let me out Jack! What've you locked me in here for?" She yelled through the door.
"No Rose. You and the Doctor are going to sort this out first!" He said lightly. She turned around and saw the Doctor. She hadn't noticed he was there, but now she saw he was watching her, shocked to see her in the room. She didn't register the desire in his eyes. She didn't want to.
"Jack! Let me out! Now!" A quick glance at her Doctor – No! She reprimanded herself. He's not my Doctor anymore – confirmed that he was unhappy with the situation as well. Though she was glad he was there, and could probably make Jack open the door, she was still hurt by the tone of his voice as he commanded Jack to open the door. It sounded to her as if he neither wanted to be in that room, nor be anywhere near her.
"Doctor, Rose. Don't try to get out. Nothing will work. Not even your sonic screwdriver. I've got the TARDIS on my side and she agrees with me." He paused slightly, as if the hear their reaction.
Judging from the silence now emanating from the room, they were both shocked. Good, He thought, at least I don't need to put up with their moaning! " When I come back I expect you to have at least kissed and made up, as it were. If not, then your not coming out. Even if that means you stay in there for weeks. It's not like anyone will miss us, we're in a time machine! Buh-Bye!"
As he started walking away, Rose and the Doctor started banging on the door, telling – or in the Doctor's case, commanding – him to let them out. As they heard his footsteps die out, they gave up and the Doctor went and sat on the bed.
After fifteen minutes of stony silence, Rose also sat on the bed. The Doctor looked around the room, which was virtually just a cupboard; big enough to fit a single bed in the corner, but not big enough for more than one person – unless they were prepared to get cosy.
It was being in such close proximity to Rose that worried the Doctor. He knew that before long he would end up jumping her. Just a few days apart and his desire was growing, like a beast's need for blood after no food for days. The mere thought of jumping her sent a shot of desire to his centre and he felt himself grow even harder. He crossed his legs so it wasn't as apparent and cursed his hearts for still craving Rose even after she had made it so abundantly clear she didn't feel the same.
He sighed. So did she. At the same time. They looked at each other and smiled slightly, almost shyly.
"Listen Doctor, I'm sorry okay?" Rose said quietly.
They were both looking at each other as if trying to decipher the other expressions.
"It's okay Rose. I'm sorry too. Will you forgive me?" The Doctor asked, just as quietly. When she nodded, he felt happier inside, and it seemed as if the three days – though it seemed like three eternities – of nothing, no Rose were finally over.
He looked at her for just a minute, and then gave in to the desire to cup her cheek. When she leant in to his touch, he felt little shivers running up his spine and into his core.
He glanced at her lips. That was all it took to make him lean in, preparing to once again feel the soft flesh of her lips upon his.
However, before he could kiss her, she spoke.
"Doctor, when Jack comes back I think we should pretend that we've made up. And… and that… and we should pretend we li… l-l-love each other."
A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to update, but I've been busy with school work and what-not. This chapter somes in 2 parts, so I'll get the next part up as soon as possible, but in the mean time, enjoy the cliff-hanger!