Chapter Three

The Doctor walked down the corridor of his fine ship. He loved his ship, it was his one constant companion. He stopped placing a hand on the wall and muttered, "Now you won't fall in love with me, now will you?"

It hummed lightly in response.

"Well, of course we love each other as a ship and owner…well, not owner. I mean it's not as if I actually bought you. I mean considering the fact that I technically stole you would definitely not make me an owner. Let's say…Captain." He grimaced, "That reminds me of Jack. Oh forget it. We both love each other as friends and nothing more. You won't fall head over heels in love with me. I mean if you were then you'd probably never take me on those side trips."

The ship high hum pierced into the Doctor's mind.

"Ow! What did you do that for?" He paused, listening to his ship's response, "Well, you do take me on side trips. Like that time Rose and me ended up surrounded by a colony of hungry Carkaviks. We almost had gotten eaten because of your side trips."

The Doctor covered his ears at her response.

"Woah, for a ship you sure have a dirty mind. Where did you even pick up words like that? Ok, ok let's just drop the subject before things get nasty. You're still a brilliant ship. Now can you please stop moving around Rose's room." The ship obliged, but it was not because the Time Lord wanted it. No, the ship was no longer trying to stop the Doctor from becoming part of Rose's prank. She was helping.

The Doctor beamed as he turned a corner and saw the familiar bedroom door of Rose's room, "You're brilliant!" He shouted to the Tardis, "Now warn me if Rose comes back."

Stepping into her room, he couldn't help but notice how mess she really is. How was he meant to find her diary in this mess? Wait, he wasn't trying to find her diary, but if he were to accidentally come across it in this mess then it wouldn't be his fault if he read it…

He loved reading random books and how would he possibly be able to know if it was her diary. Just because it happened to be in her room among her things then it wouldn't necessarily mean that it was her diary. There were loads of Rose's in the universe, none came to mind at that moment, but there had to be and she might have been reading about a-

"Oh what's that?" He said aloud, bending down. His hand grasped around a book on the floor and as he carefully lifted it up, he found himself more shocked than he could imagine, "But-but-but that's…But that's my diary!"

He looked at the book, staring at the detailed Gallifrayean symbols that covered it. She had found his diary. The cheeky mare! She went into his room, rummaged around his stuff and found his diary. Who would do such a thing?

He looked around; ignoring the irony of the situation he was in and decided that he might as well embrace his hypocritical side. He put his diary in his pocket before he found himself frantically searching for her diary in a room full of mess.

It wasn't under the bed, or in the wardrobe or on her bookshelf. He scratched his head, wondering where she might of put it. He turned towards the chest of drawers and carefully opened the first one. He raised an eyebrow at the amount of makeup that had been stuff in there. Did she really use all that? He closed it again, seeing no trace of a book in there and opened the second one, praying Rose wouldn't magically come in right at this moment.

He took a deep breath, listened for the sound of approaching footsteps and after finding none moved his hand towards the drawer, but he found he could not dare it to go in. Instead it hovered above it.

Maybe he shouldn't be doing this. Surely she wouldn't hide her diary in there, would she? She had stolen his diary. Wasn't it only fair he did the same? It wasn't as if he wanted to go through her…things, but he had to in order to make things fair. Yes, that was it. He was only doing this to make things fair and just so he plunged his hand, reluctantly of course, into her underwear drawer.

Please don't suddenly come in…please don't suddenly come in…please don't suddenly come in…

Wait, at the back of the drawer. There was something in there. His hand closed around the object just as the door opened.

"Doctor, what the hell are you doing?"

Oh dear…

To be continued...

AN: This was going to be longer but I really really wanted to leave it on that kind of cliffhanger. Come on, you can't help but admit it's a funny cliffhanger. Don't worry though because I have written the next chapter so it will be up very soon. So review if you enjoyed it...