AN: Aloha! Yeah, I promise I'll stop trying to make these greetings unique. Anyway, I'd like to thank the Academy- no, I'd like to thank my readers. So, thanks. Especially to Truebluetardis for the review, and thanks to those that followed and favorited as well. I may not be able to update tomorrow, but I plan to post another chapter today to make up for it. I'm having a friend over (I know, I can't believe I have one either) and I don't want to ignore her to write fanfic, though fanfic is a very noble cause. Enjoy this chapter.

DISCLAIMER: Well, I own nothing in this one. The things I don't own are: Doctor Who, Star Trek, Comicon, Sherlock, Lilo and Stitch, The Decoy Bride, Star Wars, Tangled, and Tesco's.

10ROSE 30-DAY OTP CHALLENGE

DAY 7- Cosplaying

*~*~PREVIOUSLY~*~*

She almost laughed, but then sobered as she decided that what she really needed right now was revenge. And she knew just how to get it. "Very well, Doctor. I will forgive you- on one condition."

The serious look on her face made him a bit wary, but he knew that in the end he'd do anything for his Rose. "Right-o, Rose Tyler. Name your price."

"You have to take me to Comicon on Earth so we can cosplay."

"…So we can what?"

"ROOOOOOOSE, I look so stupid."

"Doctor, please quit your whinin'. You want me to forgive you for practically scarin' the life out of me, doncha?"

"…Yes."

"Then quit your bellyachin' and help me with this zipper."

The Doctor grumbled a bit before leaning down and helping Rose with the zipper on her almost knee-high boots. She wore stockings which disappeared under mid-thigh-length yellow dress, which had a plain grey shirt underneath it. A small Star Fleet insignia decorated the right side of her collar, and her hair was done in a classic Star Trek style. She was quite looking forward to her fem!Kirk cosplay. But she was even more excited about the Doctor…

"Rose, I really don't see why I need to wear this," he said after both of her boots were properly zipped up. "I mean, you put me in this outfit, which was weird but okay, it's not my suit but, hey, what is? Anyway, then, you fastened theses frankly ridiculous ears on me. Really, what's a 'Vulcan'? There's nothing like them in all of time and space. Honestly, is that some sort of weird pastime with you lot? Inventing fake aliens for your TV shows? It's silly. There are all of these planets and worlds and civilizations that you don't even know about, but do you go explore all of that? Nooo, you just sit on your couch eating chips and watching Klingons and Tribbles and all of this made-up nonsense. But back to my point, you did something, something so wrong and vile and practically inexcusable, that I don't even think I want to leave the TARDIS today, let alone the fact that after we finish up at this- this 'Comicon' we have to go see your mum."

Rose let out an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes (huh, she seemed to be doing that a lot lately) before tiredly replying. "What did I do that's so horrific, Doctor?"

"YOU SMOOSHED MY HAIR!"

Rose hurriedly looked up at him, startled by his outburst, and then promptly began to howl with laughter as the Doctor shot her his "Oncoming Storm" face, with decidedly-not-fluffy hair and a fresh Spock costume, courtesy of the TARDIS. She tried her very hardest to stop, but every time she looked up at him it started anew. They had spent the last hour and a half getting ready, with Rose insisting that everything had to be perfect. This meant that the Doctor's hair had to be styled in the typical Vulcan fashion, almost the complete opposite of his usual 'do. And it was hilarious.

"Rooooose! Don't laugh at me! You're the one that decided that we had to go to Comicon as a half-genderbent Star Trek duo. I had so many good suggestions of what we could have been instead, all of which did not require my hair being flattened in any way. And I thought- no, think they were rather good. And we are in a time machine, so we have plenty of time to change…" The Doctor trailed off hopefully, thinking over his many thoughts on who they could have cosplayed as instead. Namely: Sherlock and Molly from BBC Sherlock; Lilo and Stitch; James Arber and Katie Nic Aodh from that brilliant movie The Decoy Bride (he did get a bit jealous, though, when Rose mentioned that she thought the author character was "hot"); Han Solo and Leia from Star Wars; and lastly, Rapunzel and Eugene from Disney's Tangled. And none of them, absolutely none of them would have required him to endure the hair smooshing. But Rose voted for Spock and a female version of Kirk, and so his hair was smooshed. He sighed, wondering if there would ever be a day that he put anything else before what Rose wanted. He knew the answer was no. Always.

He snapped himself out of his thoughts as he heard the whooshing sound that signaled that the TARDIS had arrived. Gathering his courage, he checked the monitor to see where- and when- they landed: Earth, 21ST Century, London, Comicon of 2007. Good Lord, here we go.

"BY the Tribbles of the Enterprise, Commander Spock and Captain Kirk!"

Oh, no. Not the fans. Anything but that…

The Doctor grimaced as a mass of teenagers swarmed himself and his companion, whom he had latched on to for complete and total fear. He hadn't let go of her hand once since they arrived, and she was only mildly annoyed. Other, erm, Trekkies had been loitering about them all day, and it was getting tiresome. It had only been three hours, and they still had five hours to go. He was fairly certain he would regenerate before the end of the day. If he was lucky, at least.

His mood quickly went from scared and a bit irritated to full-on fury when a Chekhov cosplayer in his late teens began trying to flirt with Rose. He was determined, however, to keep under control. This was until himself and Rose were separated, and as the other Spock cosplayers hoarded around him and began quizzing him on Star Trek trivia. This in itself did not bother him, until he saw who had gone to Rose's side in his absence.

"Hey, you wanna ditch the Vulcan and hang with a real man instead? Cos if so, 'I can do zat'."

And with that, the Doctor had a new least favorite character of Star Trek. He quickly dispersed the fans that had come near him and marched towards the Chekhov wannabe, full "Oncoming Storm" glare fixed on his face. Just before he could sonic his prop phaser and make it operational, he saw Rose shake her head at the cosplayer and push him away before making her way back to him. She looked up at her Doctor with a smile and joined their hands once again. "No thanks, Chekhov. The Commander has me well taken care of."

Needless to say, the Doctor was much happier after that, even with the crowds of people that didn't know what Raxacoricofalapatorians were. They continued looking around for the next few hours, visiting the various booths for different books, movies, and TV shows. Rose was even able to convince the Doctor to compete in a small trivia quiz, which he took 1ST place in. However, he did almost cause a discrepancy in the timeline when he made a reference to a reboot that wouldn't be made for another six years. But other than that it was a great afternoon. Of course, it turned out that one of the cosplayers was actually an alien trying to gather intel on what to do and what not to do when planning to take over Earth, and around 7:30 it decided that it knew all it needed to and made its attempt. Then Rose and the Doctor had to step in and things were soniced and nails were broken, but by 8:15 the threat was neutralized and they were running back to the TARDIS. After laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of finding an alien cosplaying as a Star Trek character, they parted ways to change and get ready to go to Jackie's, which primarily required emotional preparation on the Doctor's part.

They were re-landed in the alley closest to the Powell Estates and walking up the stairs soon enough, reminiscing over their last adventure. The Doctor was really quite content, and only protested a lot when Jackie kissed him- seven times- on the cheek. Rose and her mother went upstairs to talk and sleep, and he settled in on the couch with a cuppa and some Eastenders reruns. He didn't sleep, but that was alright. He was where he wanted to be- with Rose, not at Jackie's- and everything was good.

THE next morning, after the Tylers had slept and the Doctor's mind had been fried from Eastenders for 9 straight hours, the girls came downstairs to find the Doctor in the kitchen making everyone banana pancakes and bacon.

"Well, what's all this then? Rose, 'ave you been trainin' him to cook?"

Rose laughed at the Doctor's offended expression and continued to chat and joke with them both. They had breakfast, which was delicious, and the Doctor cleaned up the kitchen as the girls went to change. After everything had been sorted and they were back downstairs, Jackie went to make tea as the Doctor and Rose cuddled up on the couch. They knew that they'd have to tell Jackie about their new relationship, but for now everything was good.

"Rose, love, could you an' the Doctor run to Tesco's for me later?"

Everything was very, very bad.

*~*~TO BE CONTINUED~*~*

AN: I'm sorry that I keep making these multi-chaptered, I just can't seem to stop. This next one will be the last one that's attached, so yeah. Anyway, I'll just... go now. *awkwardly walks away*