Rose knocked softly on the door to John's study. There was no answer. She tried again, this time a little louder. Still no response. Cautiously, she opened the door and stepped inside.

"Mister Smith?" she called out. Seeing as no one answered her, Rose determined that he must be out. Shrugging, she went over to the professor's desk and began to tidy up his things. Papers lay scattered upon the desk next to various stacks of books. A small note sat in the middle of the mess with the words 'Need to organize this', scribbled on it.

Rose let out a sigh. She didn't really mind cleaning or fetching stuff for John, but after almost three months, it got very tiring.

"Oh I can't wait till I'm done with this," she said to herself as she shuffled some papers together and turned to place them on the stool behind her. Her elbow knocked against one of the books as she did so and it tumbled to the floor.

Turning, Rose reached down and retrieved it. The book was small, bound in leather with a buckle on the front. Curiously, Rose undid the clasp and peered inside.

A Journal of Impossible Things was written on the first page. Rose bit her lip and looked around the study, making sure she was alone. Slowly, she began flipping through the pages. A smile spread slowly across her face as she noticed familiar creatures drawn on the pages. Daleks, Autons with the words 'plastic men' written next to them, K-9, the clockwork monsters from France, and… Rose.

Rose stared at the page before her holding a sketch of her smiling face. John had said he'd had dreams with her present, but Rose didn't think he'd actually draw her. She looked… beautiful. The sketch showed her much more pretty than she thought of herself. Noticing writing beside the sketch, Rose squinted as she tried to make out John's messy handwriting.

See her usually cheery, was written out. Rose doesn't change much in my dreams. Still the most beautiful girl I ever knew with the brightest personality. She makes each day worthwhile. I believe in her.

Rose felt her cheeks grow warm and she smiled broadly.

The Doctor's feelings for her are no different than my affections, Rose read, feeling her heart rate speed up in her chest. He sees her just as I do. And he lo—

"Rose? Are you in there?" Rose dropped the journal with a gasp as John's voice called out behind her. She spun around to see the professor enter his study with a pondering look on his face.

"Oh! Mister Smith, sir!" Rose gave him a quick curtsey. "You startled me! I was just, er, tidying up, sir. I wasn't—I mean, I didn't hear you, and, er—"

"I think it would be best if you took a breath, Rose," John grinned. "And there's no need for any 'sirs'."

"Oh, right," Rose inhaled deeply. "Sorry, Mister Smith."

She gave him another bow and turned back to organizing the papers and books. She was about to close the John's journal when he she heard him gasp out, "Is that? Er, is that my journal?"

Rose winced and stepped away from the desk, her head bowed.

"I'm sorry, Mister Smith," she mumbled. "It fell off the desk, and I just glanced through it. I didn't mean any harm, and I-I—"

"Oh, it's quite alright," John said and Rose looked up at him. "They're, er, just stories and stuff. Nothing, er, personal."

John avoided Rose's gaze and went over to the book. He quickly closed it and opened the desk, stuffing the journal inside. Straightening up, he walked over to the Chesterfield in the centre of the room and sat down on it with a sigh.

"Is anything the matter, Mister Smith?" Rose said as she resumed clearing off his desk.

"Hm?" John looked up from his clasped hands. "Oh, er, nothing. Well, er, I just… I guess I kind of asked Nurse Redfern to accompany me to the village dance this evening."

"Oh?" Rose said and then noticed John was frowning. "And… that's bad?"

"No, no, no," John shook his head and let out a nervous chuckle. "It's just that, er, I hadn't really planned on going, since I, erm, really couldn't go with the person I wanted to, and I, I don't even think I, er, know how to dance."

"Oh, come on," Rose turned to face him. "I've taught you before—"

Clamping her mouth shut, her eyes widened as she realized what she said.

"Really? When?" John said raising an eyebrow at her.

"Er, it was back in Nottingham with our old friend, Jack, yeah," Rose wrung her hands nervously not meeting his eye. "But a really long time ago, you probably don't remember."

"No, not really," John scratched his head and Rose let out a sigh of relief. She had just turned back to her work when John called out softly, "Do you think you could teach me again?"

Rose's breath caught in her chest and she didn't turn to look at him. Footsteps sounded behind her as she heard John get up from the Chesterfield.

"Please?" John whispered. "Rose?"

"I, er, I have to clean up your things, sir," Rose stammered glancing over her shoulder at his puppy-dog-eyes expression. Biting her lip, she turned back to the papers on the desk.

"Please? Just a quick lesson?" John placed a hand on her shoulder and Rose looked back at him. He gave her a wide grin and said, "The world doesn't end because Rose Tyler dances."

Rose's heart skipped a beat. She whispered, "What did you say?"

"Come on," John took her hand and started to pull her away from the desk. "Just a small lesson? I'd rather not make a fool of myself at the dance with two left feet. Please?"

Rose looked up into his dark brown eyes. Eyes so much like the Doctor's—but then so different. He had a hopeful smile on his face which made Rose's heart ache for the Doctor.

"Oh, alright," she gave in making John grin broadly. He brought his hand up and placed it on the small of her back as Rose placed a hand on his arm. She held his other hand in hers and gave him a smile.

"Shall we start with the Waltz?" Rose said.

"Er, yeah, sure," John gulped. Rose giggled and then started to move across the floor. John followed her, staring at his feet nervously, fearing he'd mess up and ruin the moment. He began counting steps in his head, with his brow furrowed in concentration. One, two, three. One, three, no, wait. One, two, three. Oh, this is a disaster!

"Relax," Rose's soft voice brought his attention back to her. "You're doing great!"

"Really?" John said with a smile. Slowly, he took the lead, guiding Rose across the room. She smiled encouragingly, which made his heart do a little flip-flop in his chest.

"See? I told you, you could dance," Rose smiled with her tongue poking out between her teeth as John spun her out. She giggled and he pulled her back so that she was pressed close against him. Her head rested against his shoulder and she sighed softly.

"Only because you helped," John murmured into her hair. He was coming to acknowledge the fact that Rose was very close to him. Her breath ghosted over his neck and he could smell lavender in her hair. John's heart thudded in his chest.

Soon their movements began to slow until they were just swaying slightly. Rose's eyes were closed with a small smile across her face. She could hear the steady thumping of his beating hearts—no, heart. This wasn't the Doctor. This was John Smith, a human.

Rose lifted her head from his chest and looked up to the professor. John gazed down at her through soft eyes. Gingerly, he reached a hand up and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. His fingers lingered and trailed down her cheek lightly.

Before Rose could react, he leaned forward and tentatively placed his lips on hers making Rose stiffen. Quickly, he pulled back, looking away from her shamefully.

"Rose, I, er," John stammered. His gaze flicked back up to her and Rose felt her heart stop. Love and devotion swam in his eyes. Tilting his head, John kissed her again and Rose closed her eyes. His arms wrapped around her as he brought Rose closer to him, his lips working softly against hers. Rose lost herself in the feeling, letting him thread his fingers through her hair, as she gripped his suit lapels. He was kissing her, the Doctor—no, this wasn't him…

Rose could hear footsteps outside the study and pulled away, breaking the kiss. She wouldn't meet John's eye as she moved back from him.

"I-I have to go," Rose murmured. "I'm sorry, sir. Good day, Mister Smith."

"Rose, wait!" she heard him call out as she ran away. Rose didn't look back. Forcing open the door, she quickly closed it behind her, leaning against the wooden frame.

"That's wasn't on the list," she whispered. Feeling a pain deep within her chest, she ran down the hall and out of the school. She didn't stop running until she reached the only place where she could truly be alone.

The TARDIS hummed as she went in. Rose went over to the main console and replayed the Doctor's instructions, fast forwarding through the beginning ones. She turned a dial on the main console to play the recording.

"Four, you," the image of the Doctor said. "Don't let me abandon you."

"That's no good," Rose felt tears in her eyes as she spoke to the recording. "What about the stuff you didn't tell me? What about him—? Oh, no, you didn't think of that. What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Thank you," the recording played. Rose pounded angrily on the controls. The video froze on the image of the smiling Doctor.

"You had to, didn't you?" she whispered. "Had to go and fallen in love as a human… and you aren't even you."