Disclaimer: I've begged, but apparently begging doesn't work with Auntie Beeb. They still won't give me Doctor Who...but I think they are beginning to bend about David Tennant. The pet rock says hello to everyone.

I woke up what seemed like hours later, my cheek resting in the crook of Ross's neck and shoulder, my arm thrown across his waist. I snuggled closer to him and pressed a kiss to the soft skin of his neck, and my fingers began trailing up and down his side. I felt his hand on my back rubbing in little circles before slowly tracing up and down my spine. I continued kissing up his neck and jaw line, then felt myself being rolled over onto my back as warm lips pressed against mine. He made a soft moan against my mouth, and I chuckled internally at his reaction; he must have been in a mood to moan like that and just what was he doing with his hands? And where did he learn that trick with his tongue?

Suddenly, like a bucket of ice cold water being poured over me, the memory of recent events and just where I was came back to me and my eyes snapped open to find the Doctor slowly kissing his way down my neck, his hair tickling my cheek. I managed to get my hands between us and I pushed gently, whispering, "Doctor." He didn't hear me, and continued kissing and nibbling my collarbone.

"Doctor," I said, a little louder, pushing harder against his chest. He had one hand tangled in my hair, the other one was gripping my hip, and his mouth was now teasing my right ear.

"Doctor!" I said loudly, pushing him quite firmly away from me. His eyes finally opened, a slight smile on his face; that is, until his mind finally registered just where he was and who he was with. His mouth opened with a shocked "OH!" and his eyes looked wild. He snatched his hands away from me and rolled off of me and the bed in one motion. He stood there for a moment, looking quite embarrassed, and then turned into a whirlwind, collecting his shoes, jacket, tie, and overcoat. He headed to the door as he said quickly, "I'll be in the console room…gotta fix those connections…" and I swear, I have never seen him move quicker than he did at that point.

I lay there for a moment, in just a small bit of shock at the situation and the changes in the Doctor. He had totally lost control and forgot where he was. Of course, I almost had, too. Clearly, he and I both had some issues to work out. But first, we had to clear away the awkwardness that was bound to follow from this incident.

Tea, I thought, as I sat up and began pulling on my shoes. That's what we need; a good cuppa and a long talk.

I walked into the corridor, listening for sounds from the console room. I heard a muffled Gallifreyan curse, and chuckled. I began looking for the kitchen and found that the TARDIS had either moved my room while I slept or simply moved the kitchen across the hall. I filled the kettle and turned it on to heat while I rummaged for some mugs and the tea. I finally found my favorite mug, one the Doctor had bought for me. It had a picture of Bugs Bunny dressed as the Norse Valkyrie Brynhilde, complete with blond braids and horned helmet. That was always my favorite Bugs Bunny cartoon. As I was looking for a mug for the Doctor, I found a matching one to my mug. This one had Elmer Fudd dressed in armor and horned helmet, holding a spear and looking rather fierce. I hadn't seen this one before, so I guessed the Doctor had bought it after I had left. I grinned to myself, and dropped a peppermint tea bag in mine and an Earl Grey bag into the Doctor's. The kettle went off, so I poured the water over the bags and left them to steep while I dug around for sugar and milk, and maybe some biscuits. I found a stash of chocolate ones, and arranged several on a plate. I fixed my tea with sugar, and the Doctor's with three heaping spoonfuls of sugar and a bit of milk. I hoped he still liked his tea that sweet. Everything got arranged onto a tray, and then I was off to the console room.

I stood just inside the door, and took a deep breath before stepping onto the metal grating floor of the console room. His legs were sticking out from under the console, and I could hear him muttering to himself in Gallifreyan. I always loved to hear him speak in his own language, even if I couldn't understand it. The sound was just so musical, even when he was obviously upset, cursing and ranting about who knew what.

I put the tray down on the jump seat, making sure it was secure before walking over to him and crouching down to see what he was up to. I softly cleared my throat to let him know I was there; he jumped slightly and looked at me before quickly looking away.

"I brought you some tea and biscuits. Come on; out of there…drink it before it gets cold."

"Not hungry right now, thanks."

"They're chocolate biscuits. But if you don't want them, that's fine, more for me." I stood up and moved to pick up my mug and a biscuit.

"Chocolate biscuits? Where did you find them?"

I shrugged and swallowed before answering, "In the cabinet…next to the plain ones."

He muttered under his breath, and I swear I heard him say something about hiding the chocolate and traitorous machine. He slid out from under the console and sat up, wiping his hands on a nearby cloth. I handed him his mug, and he took it with a mumbled, "Thanks." He paused a moment when he saw the mug I had chosen for him, but didn't say anything. I grabbed the tray and plopped down on the floor with him, placing the biscuits between us.

He sat there, quietly sipping his tea and munching the biscuits. I looked at him and said, "Tea okay? I wasn't sure how you liked it now."

"It's fine."

We continued to sit there, not saying a word to each other, and the awkwardness and tension continued to build. I finally put my mug down on the tray and said, "Oh, sod it. This is freaking ridiculous."

He finally turned and looked at me, his mug to his lips, his eyebrows raised. I reached over and took the mug out of his hands, placing it on the tray next to mine. "Hey, I was drinking that…" he said.

Before he could say another word, I grabbed his face in my hands, leaned over and planted a kiss on him. It wasn't a long one, nor was it particularly passionate…it was just a kiss. I pulled away from him and calmly picked up my tea, sipping it. I looked at him over the rim of the mug. He sat there with a look of shock and confusion on his face, his mouth open in a slight 'O'.

"What was that for?" he finally asked, his voice rising to a slightly squeaky note.

"It was to prove a point, Doc."

"And what point was that?"

"That sometimes, a kiss is just a kiss. It doesn't mean anything."

He sat there looking at me for a moment, then said, "Are you referring to…to…that…" He nodded his head back towards the corridor leading further into the ship. I smiled a little, and said, "Actually, yes."

"Ah."

I sighed, and put my mug down again. I reached over and clasped his hand in mine and said, "Doctor, how long have we known each other? Long time, yeah? There is no need for this moment of…well, loneliness to drive a wedge between us. It's been a rather emotional day, for both of us. We were both half asleep. I, well…I thought, in my sleep addled state…thought you were Ross." I shrugged and half smiled at him.

He looked at me and simply said, "I thought, for a moment…"

"That I was Rose."

He nodded, and looked down at the floor. I put one hand on his cheek and he looked up at me, his eyes so full of sadness. "Doc, it's okay. We picked at the scabs on our wounds, and they bled a little. These things happen. I've had a little longer than you to deal with my loss. But I promise, it gets better…it really does. But I won't lie, there are days when I don't want to get out of my bed and face the world. I deal with those days as they come, which luckily, are happening less and less."

He looked at me with such a look of hope on his face. "Kristen, I don't deserve a friend like you."

"Yes, you do, Doc. And you aren't getting rid of me. I will fight you on that point."

He smiled a little, and reached for his mug. I dropped my hands from his and picked up mine. The tea had gone cold and I grimaced a little. He laughed, grabbed his sonic screwdriver and turned the setting knob on it. He pointed it at my mug and before I knew it, my tea was hot again. He heated his, and then reached for a biscuit. He munched for a moment and then looked over at me, his eyebrow raised.

"Um, Bugs?"

"Yeah, Doc?"

"Does this count as trouble?"

"Only if you eat the last biscuit."