Hey guys, it's me again. Well it's what we've been waiting for...again...Rose is back ;) Enjoy :)

...oh and Kath! Hope you're feeling HEAPS better!! And don't worry bout delay in reviews, I'm really bad at keeping up to date, just ask Becks! She'll vouch for me on that one!...though that's not necessarily a good thing...

Rose was unaware of the reactions her leaving work received, neither the three hearts that started racing at the sight of her nor the little squeal of joy Lilith inadvertently let out. What she did notice was a familiar man stretching as he got up from a nearby bench. Despite the waning light, she glared at him, positive she knew who it was as she walked towards him. "Mr Smith, I could have you arrested for stalking," she said by way of greeting.

"Well yeah, you could, course you could...but I think you'd have a hard time proving it," he replied, beaming down at her.

She raised a brow. "So you admit you're stalking me?" she asked.

"Course not! Considering you've just told me you plan on having me arrested for it, it would just be silly to admit it now wouldn't it?" he asked, still unable to stop smiling.

She went back to glaring, though it was lost by her inability to stop her own grin. "What is it about you...some childish innocence or something..." she mused aloud, trying to find out what was stopping her calling the police on him.

"Oy! Manly man over here remember?" he asked, pretending to be offended, still not working with the smile though. His poor cheeks were hating him for it, but he just couldn't help himself.

"You haven't been sitting here all day have you?" she asked.

"No, course not...I spent part of the day in your car and part of it on that bench there and--"

"A simple yes would've done fine," she cut him off

"Oh there's nothing simple about me," he replied grinning.

She eyed him for a moment. "You going to continue stalking me through the night?" she asked.

"I prefer to call it following myself...but I won't if you don't want me to," he added quickly, suddenly looking worried.

She bit her lip, worrying it slightly as she thought about her response. "How long do you intend on following me then?" she asked.

"Oh, four hours tops, then you'll never ever see me again."

She gave a small, sad smile. "Never say never ever," she murmured before starting to walk down the road, not complaining as he fell into step beside her. They walked a couple of blocks in silence before she asked, "So why're you stalking me then?" She was slightly surprised to find she found the topic amusing rather than worrying.

"You make it sound like I do this all the time!" he retorted, now worrying that she might in fact think he was some crazy person and be leading him to the police.

She glanced at him with an evil smile. "You saying you don't?"

"I'm not just saying I don't, I'm emphatically saying I don't. There's as much chance of me being a stalker as there is of me being an alien in a human body suit, which you've also thought of me quite unjustifiably I might add," he responded pouting.

"Excuse me?" she asked, stopping so she could face him as she gave him a quizzical gaze.

He sighed, deciding backtracking would be pointless, instead going for misdirection. "I'm just saying you have a preference for S-words when name calling," he replied, giving her a small smile before continuing walking.

"I do not!" she protested as she fell into step with him. Slut; snake; Slitheen; shrimp; scurvy, old, filthy, scurry lord; stupid ape, stalker.

The Doctor grinned. "How many did you think of?"

She glared back. "Six, not including stalker," she grumbled, not meeting his gaze.

He couldn't help but chuckle. "So six or seven. Oh you do like those s's," he declared, delighted that they'd moved off the topic of him being a stalker. "Bet you like that band, you know, the Scissor Siblings," he added cheerfully.

"You mean the Scissor Sisters," she corrected him, rolling her eyes.

"Well, them too," the Doctor replied. "So why're we slowing down?"

She nodded towards the somewhat rundown cinema they were nearing. "That's my stop. Doesn't show the most recent films, but it's nice to see the ones other cinemas think are dead and gone sometimes."

"Do you have a date?" he asked before thinking.

She smiled over at him. "What if I did?"

The Doctor just stared at her, unable to speak.

She chuckled, "You men are all alike. No, I don't have a date."

He let out the breath he hadn't even been aware he was holding as he smiled once more. "How bout we go for scissors paper stone to see if I should join you?" he asked cheekily.

"You mean rock paper scissors?"

"Scissors paper stone, rock paper scissors, same thing," he replied putting his hand up, grinning when she did the same.

"One, two, three," they counted in unison.

"Oh," the Doctor sighed, disappointed.

"Paper beats rock," Rose declared, wrapping her open fist around his closed one. "Mind you, it was a good attempt at planting the suggestion, introducing scissors into the conversation a few minutes ago. But I was taught by the best," she added.

The Doctor nodded, trying to hide how upset it was making him. "Well worth a shot...I'll let you get back to your busy life," he replied.

Rose rolled her eyes, wondering if he was completely blind to her flirtations or just pretending. "Better with two," she told him, smiling as her words sunk in, then he looked down at their still joined hands and gave her that huge grin she just couldn't seem to get enough of. "Come on then," she told him, dragging him into the cinema after her. "Sorry but you've got no say in the movie though."

"Not even a little?" he asked, having recovered both his voice and his ability to not smile maniacally.

She shook her head. "Not even a tiny bit," she told him.

"Oh alright then, what we watching?" he asked.

"Atonement," she replied definitively. "And before you even ask, yes it is a chick flick, so if you don't like it--"

"I think I can survive a chick flick," he replied, trying to remember what exactly that meant. He remembered her using the term when picking movies to watch on the Tardis, though if he recalled it was a toss of coin whether she was all giggly and girly or weeping by the end. Remembering this much, he wasn't about to complain as both worked for him. If she was girly she let him act gentlemanly and it felt like they were more than just the best of friends. And even though he hated to see her cry, at least it was just over works of fiction, and she'd allow him to draw her into a hug and hold her until it passed.

"What are you smiling about now?" she asked, raising a brow at him.

He quickly shook his head, "Nothing." As they made their way to the counter, the Doctor suddenly frowned, tapping all his pockets. "Umm...actually..." he trailed off, hating that he was going to have to cancel on her.

Rose eyed him, raising one brown as she gave him a stern look. "Don't tell me after all that stalking you forgot your wallet?" she asked, hiding her amusement.

"Umm...something like that, yeah. Look I'm really sorry, but I guess--"

"What sort of date are you?" she cut him off as though he hadn't spoken before turning back to the counter. "Two to Atonement please."

Now there you go. She might not be able to work out it's the Doctor, but at least she's not questioning the inexplicable attraction she has to him...well not enough to stop her flirting and taking him on a date ;) Hope you liked it :)