Rose was awoken from her dreamless sleep, by the rather delicious smell of bacon. Glancing around sleepily, she took in her surroundings and tried to remember the rather sleep-fogged haze that was last night. The pub, drinking, Arantéle. Ah yes Arantéle. She smiled as she remember the way the Doctor, her Doctor's eyes had followed them around the library last night and how much he was concentrating on the lyrics when she sang last night. Finally he might find someone that he could live his life with. Her thoughts then turned to Jack. Maybe she'd found the person she could live the rest of her life with. He was human as well which for her was an added bonus. The fact the Doctor couldn't die was great when she thought of all the times they'd been in life-threatening situations, but the fact he had to grow old and watch everyone he loved die and rot, was not something she wanted to think about. Especially not this early in the morning. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Nine o'clock. Perfect. Stretching she got up and walked towards the wardrobe, grinning, yep, today was going to be a good day, she thought. Definitely. She grabbed a rather cute blue summer dress with tiny straps, and a cute little pair of pumps. Perfect. Looking out the window Rose saw it was an absolutely gorgeous day. Sunny with hardly a cloud in the sky. Definitely a lucky day.
Rose entered the absolutely huge, white and black kitchen, which she found with ease, simply by following the smell of bacon. She laughed when she saw Jack standing by the black and silver oven, wearing a apron in the shape of a naked woman slung over his usual black jeans and white shirt, cooking the bacon. Arantéle stood a little way to the right, half dancing to Bowling For Soups, High School Never Ends which was blaring out of the black stereo, while she put butter and jam on some toast. The Doctor was sitting at the large dark mahogany table in the middle of the room, a plate piled with bacon, eggs, sausages and tomatoes in front of him.
"Hey, Rose!" The Doctor noticed her first. Jack turned round spatula in hand, and his face burst into a huge smile.
"Hi! Are you OK? Did you sleep ok? Was the room alright"
"Shut up Jack, let the poor girl breathe!" Arantéle walked up to Rose and directed her to a seat next to the Doctor, before setting down a full English breakfast in front of her.
"cheers," Rose said, before devouring the rather delicious bacon. Arantéle sat down opposite the Doctor, eating her own rather large plate of toast. She finished chewing her mouthful before asking,
"So what we going to do about these damned Zafarax"
The Doctor replied,
" I don't know, I've never thought about how to kill them." He thought for a moment before continuing " Do you think you're library could give us any information"
"I think so. Ok, we'll go to the library after breakfast. Jack, could you go into the village and run me some errands?" She asked shoving a piece of notepaper with black trimming, that was covered in her small, italic writing into his hand.
"Sure," he said looking at the list before adding "Flowers for the late vicars wife and oooooohhhh chocolate spread, strawberries, champagne, planning something? Hold on, cant you just magik them all here?"
"Nothing you need to know about just yet, Jack. And don't even ask about the witchcraft stuff. You know I believe in helping local shopkeepers. Rose, do you want go with Jack? He needs the company, bless him. He gets lonely don't you sweetie?" she teased
"No!" he said sticking his tongue out at her "But I don't mind you coming, if you want?" he added, looking, almost, shyly at Rose.
"OK," she answered, looking almost shyly back at him.
Three hours after they had entered the library, and the Doctor and Arantéle where bored. They had a pile of books on the table, and another stacked haphazardly on the floor, very close to falling over, as though they couldn't be bothered to stack them properly. Even though most of these books where worth more than a penthouse in Mayfair. Arantéle was sitting on the chaise lounge, absent mindedly eating from a bowl of chocolate coated strawberries and marshmallows, while reading a book written by famous vampire scholar Count Vladimir Samuel Nofratseu. The Doctor was sitting cross-legged on the floor, flipping through another book, trying desperately hard to find anything on ways to get rid of Zafarax. Arantéle shut the book with a slam.
"I'm bored," she announced . The Doctor looked up.
"We do need to find a way to get rid of them though"
"I know." She replied " But I'm still bored." The Doctor looked puzzled.
"Well, what exactly do you want to do?" he asked, raising one eyebrow. Arantéle looked at him and burst into laughter.
Rose and Jack had delivered the flowers to the late vicars wife, with Arantéle's condolences. They where now in the village shop, looking around the entire place for chocolate spread, laughing hysterically. "I wonder why Arantéle needs all this stuff," Rose said, eyeing the champagne that Jack carried "I don't know, but I hope im going to find out. Normally when she sends me out to buy this sort of stuff… well you don't want to know! At least, I don't think you do?" "No, I'm sure I don't!" Rose laughed, before crying "CHOCOLATE SPREAD!!!" and rushing off down the aisle. Jack just thought, wow she has a nice ass and rushed off after her, grabbing her from behind and planting a light kiss on her cheek. Rose felt butterflies. She span around and looked into Jack's eyes. One moment, a moment that lasted an eternity, then she felt Jack's lips on hers, a gentle kiss that was everything a first kiss with someone should be and then the champagne bottle fell to the floor, smashing to pieces. But Rose and Jack didn't notice. Each of there thoughts was solely on the other. Finally they knew how each other felt. Finally, they where with each other.