AN: this story would've been up sooner had it not been for the fact the libraries closed for a week because of somethign or other. I heard it was a strike but who knows? Anyway I'm back, I'm updating my stories once more, my birthday's on Monday and people are really getting into this story and if I'm truthful, I'm really enjoying getting to write this story. so everything's good...well, except for the fact I'm suffering minor writer's block on my Any Questions story, but I'm working past it and that's a completely different story anyway so I;m going to stop mentioning it. Now on with this story. :)

Chapter Six

"Come on Rose. Up and atom."

The Doctor's voice bit into her tired mind. Too loud.Too early. Rose groaned as he began to shake her. Why wouldn't he just leave her alone? She just wanted to sleep.

She let out another frustrated sigh, pulling the covers - that the Doctor had pulled down only seconds before - back up to her face before she mumbled, "Leave me alone. I'm sleeping."

"Well, you're obviously not sleeping if you're answering me back. So get your lazy backside up."

"I'm not lazy. tired. Five more minutes."

He sighed dramatically before he huffed out a simple, "Fine."

She listened for a moment to his retreating footsteps, before her light snoring once again filled the room.

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The Doctor walked out of her room and rolled his eyes. Humans - they spend most of their life sleeping. Even when he shows them the wonders of the universe they go back at the end of their day and sleep. Why couldn't they be more like him? He didn't need to sleep much. Once every week or so. That was enough for him but humans? Oh no, they had to go and spend hours out of their precious days sleeping.

He shrugged, pulling out the pink diary once more. He might as well get some reading done. After working out his simply brilliant plan on how to make Rose fall out of love with him, he had decided to read her diary from the start. So far he had read 30 different entries. Most them professing her love of him. Well, if he read between the lines then all of them were professing their love of him.

He flicked through the pages, finally landing on where he had left off.

Dear diary,

He's in love with me. I know it. I want to have his babies. I don't care that he's technically an alien. We belong together. I mean come on, out of all the planets in all of the universe he comes to Earth. And then he has a whole world to choose from, but who does he pick to travel with him through time and space?

Oh yeah - ME!

I mean I turned him down the first time and he came back. That can only mean he loves me. So one day very soon, I'm going tell him about my feelings and then we can be together forever.

FOREVER! DOCTOR AND ROSE! FOREVER!

He gulped. Rose had lost it. That was the only conclusion. She had lost it temporarily when she wrote that entry. She wanted his babies? Ahhhh, that was not good. That was bad, really really bad.

He whimpered, letting a small nagging fear take over him. He had to put his plan into action now before he was lost to her in fantasies with children with her eyes and his messy brown hair. He looked down at the page again, his eyes trailing over to the next entry. Sure enough, it was depicting, in detail, their children's looks. There was even a crudely drawn picture...

She had lost it.

He shut the book, placing it back in his pocket. He would finish it later. For now, he would get Rose up. He had to stop her obsession before it went out of control. He didn't want her out of his life, but she couldn't spend it pining over him.

He turned, with a new goal in mind. To get Rose up.

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She felt the soft shaking of her shoulder. She slowly opened her eyes to see the Doctor staring down at her and mumbled, "Hi..."

He smiled softly, "Time to get up."

"Five more minutes..." She mumbled into her pillow, "Just five more minutes."

"Rose, come on. Up you get!"

"Go away. M'sleeping."

She dug her head into her pillow, relishing in the softness. Her made no reply and in the small slightly awake part of her mind wondered why she had not heard him left, but she brushed off that thought.

She had been on the verge of sleep once more when she felt arms grab her waist. She yelped, now completely alert, "What are you doing?"

"It's time to get up Rose Tyler." He said, hoisting her over his shoulder and walking out of the room with her.

She couldn't ignore the slightly panicky sound of his voice. She smirked. He must have been reading her 'diary'. Maybe he had gotten to the babies part. She had spent most of the time laughing when she wrote that part. It must have scared the living pants off of him when he read it. He deserved it for the amount of pranks he had pulled on her. All's fair in love and war, as they say.

"Any chance of a shower?" she muttered into his upper back, "You can come in with me, if you want." She tried not to laugh when she felt his muscles tense. She was really getting to him, "And I'll need to get changed too. I mean if-"

She suddenly felt her bare feet touch the ground and tried her hardest not to giggle at the look on his face.

"Uh, you go have your shower and get changed. I'll be in the console room." He walked past her, his face beet root red. He paused turning on his heel, raising his finger to point at her in the process, "Don't go back to bed."

She nodded as he turned, practically running for the console room. Once he was out of her sight, she promptly doubled over, unable to contain her laughter.

Oh, this was brilliant!

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He waited patiently for her, desperately trying not to reach into his pocket and pull out the book that was burning a deep pit of fear in his heart. It wasn't the time. He could read it later. Truthfully he didn't want to read it in fear of what he might come across. What if she had written about her crazy dream of a wedding to him?

Unbeknownst to him, Rose had done so, knowing that turning him domestic was one of his true fears. He'd rather die than do domestic.

At that moment Rose entered the room, almost laughing at the sight of him. He was sitting on the captains chair, staring out to nothing. She quietly walked up to him, careful not to draw attention to herself and jumped on him. Her hands reaching around his sides to tickle him.

He yelped, jumping off of his seat and instead, landed on the floor. A moment of silence passed between them before she burst out laughing.

"Come on you!" She held out her hand to him, "Up you get."

He worriedly looked at her hand before he tentatively took it. He didn't want her to get suspicious. He had to act completely normal, at least until he put his plan into action.

"So where are we going? I mean you don't usually carry me out of bed for nothing. Not that I mind, of course." She winked at him, trying not to laugh once more at his reaction.

He gulped. She was winking at him. He didn't want her winking at him. Winks were bad. Very bad. Winks like that meant she was flirting with him and soon she would want the flirting to lead to more and somehow she would end up kissing him senseless, like she said she would in her diary.

"Uh, right, yeah, ummm...let's go." He rushed over to the door, dragging her with him. He took his hand out of hers and opened the door, watching her reaction.

She took a few steps out before he followed. Her eyes refused to leave the sight before her as the breath caught in her throat, "Oh my god," she whispered, breaking the silence as her hand moved to wrap around his, "It's beautiful."

He smiled, stage one of his plan had worked. Now he had to just do the rest.

To be continued...

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