AN: Right, here I am, another chapter for you all...right. So, this story is my first ever story to get 100 reviews...I am slightly dissapointed it wasn't my 'Any Questions?' story, but that's probably because it's like my outlet for all things mean and mysterious...lol. Anyway I hope you all enjoy this chapter...

Chapter Nine

"Right, reservation for two," stated the Doctor, holding out the psychic paper. Rose had to say it, but the psychic paper had to one of the best things ever. Not only did it get them into the restaurant, but into the V.I.P. section at the best possible table.

This was brilliant.

If this was what writing a fake diary got you then she would do things like this more often. She smiled at the Doctor who was looking over the menu with a grin on his face. She couldn't help but pay attention to the nagging sensation in the back of her mind that the Doctor was up to something.

She knew she was right about that fact, at least she was pretty sure he was up to something but like everything else when it came to the Doctor, she could never really tell. Not when it came to him. He was like an enigma wrapped in a puzzle placed in a locked room and hidden far away in a uninhabited area that no one ever expected to come across, but accidentally finds it only when lost or driven completely and utterly insane that they don't realise that the Doctor would make them look saner than any living being on Earth. Actually make that the universe,

She narrowed her eyes as he pulled out a chair for her. What was he up to? He may hold her hand, but he wasn't much into the gentlemanly gestures and holding out her seat for her was definitely one of those things that would be placed under the list she was compiling for strange behaviourisms for the Doctor.

She bit her lip, watching him under veiled eyes as he studied his menu with dubious intent. What was he up to?

"So what do you think you want to eat?" The Doctor asked, peering over his menu.

She glanced down at the menu she had not been reading and found herself faced with a load of names of food products she had absolutely no idea what they were. Her eyes lingered over one in particular. Her face scrunched in confusion. What the hell was particatenia? Knowing her, if she chose it then it would probably end up being a porcupine fish thing.

She looked up at the Doctor who was studying her with a bemused look on his face. He was so up to something. She groaned as she studied the menu once again, "Ok I don't have a clue what any of this is."

He let out a chuckle and she couldn't help but laugh in return, "Well, I'm not surprised. This is food from a different cosmos, but I'm more surprised that you didn't say something sooner."

She looked down as a blush creeped up her neck and she couldn't help but pray that he wouldn't notice. This was embarrassing enough as it was. She hadn't bother mentioning the menu to him because she hadn't even looked at it once she got to the table. No she had been too preoccupied staring at him through lidded eyes, watching his every move and checking for something suspicious.

The reason for the look on his face probably was because of the simple fact that she wouldn't have a clue on how to figure out which of these words were edible foods and which one meant the word breakfast or specials or something else entirely.

"Well, how am I meant to figure out which food I could remotely like?"

The Doctor's eyes lit up and she suddenly had an ominous feeling overwhelm her sense. Whatever was about to come out of his mouth was in no way possible a good thing for her to hear whatever it may be.

"Rose…" He drawled with a wicked glint in his eyes.

"No!" She raised a finger at him, "Whatever you're about to suggest no!"

"But Rose…" He now was a perfect imitation of a small whining child with the puppy dog expression to boot but she wasn't going to let him do this, whatever it was.

"No!"

"Rose…" He pouted, his bottom lip tugging out slightly and she felt her heart break.

She sighed, and looked into those stupid eyes of his with that stupid expression on his face and she suddenly felt herself melt. She was so weak willed. If this weren't the Doctor she would be so ashamed with herself for giving in so easily but this was the Doctor and when he had on that expression, she wouldn't be surprised if anyone would cave.

"Fine, I give in. What are you suggesting?"

His grin replaced that adorable pout and the uneasy feeling bubbled within her stomach once more…hmm, maybe she was just hungry. She pushed the thought away and focused once again on the Doctor.

"I suggest that I choose your what you eat." She groaned, putting her head in her hands. This was not a good idea, "Oh come on Rose," A gentle hand rested on top of hers and she found herself forced to look up into his eyes when he brought his other hand to rest under her chin drawing her gaze to focus entirely, "You can trust me…"

'Not now that I've given you that diary…' she thought to herself, 'If you have read it then this can't be good and there isn't a chance you've not read it…well, some of it at least.'

But instead of saying that aloud, she let out a final groan and reluctantly said, "fine but if you even dare make me eat something alive or moving at all then you are gonna get one hell of a slap."

He mock cowered and brought his hands up in front of his face to pretend as if he was defending himself. Poorly, she would add but not aloud.

"That's not gonna save you from a Tyler slap."

He shuddered, slowly shaking his head, "No, no don't mention the Tyler slap. I still get nightmares from the one your mother gave me."

"Hey at least she didn't give you the Tyler kiss."

"If your mother ever kisses me then I shall die."

Rose raised an eyebrow, "No regenerating?"

He shook his head profusely, "Nope, I'll just die. Stone cold dead."

"Well that would be a shame…" She teased, "I wonder if I would have the same reaction if I gave you a Tyler kiss."

He gulped, his eyes darting to her lips momentarily before he laughed, "Yeah, well let's not risk it."

She gave an innocent smirk, "Are you sure?"

He nodded, and noticed out of the corner of his eye an approaching waiter. Turning his gaze away from Rose he raised a hand motioning him over.

"Sir, Madam," The waiter nodded and flashed his sparkling white teeth that matched his tuxedo jacket, "Would you like to order?"

The Doctor nodded and began to ramble off a string of words and phrases that Rose could barely make out in his face tone of pace. The waiter wrote down the order, his hand quickly gliding across the page as if it was nothing.

When the Doctor managed to stop talking finally, her mouth was agape and she couldn't believe how long the order was. What exactly had he ordered?

That odd sensation returned as the waiter slowly walked away and the Doctor turned to look at her, a small grin. She gulped. This wasn't a good idea; this really really wasn't a good idea.

What had she just agreed to let him do?

To be continued...

AN: Who knows what horrors the Doctor could give Rose? Oh wait, I do. Review if you want to find out...