A/N: Hello again. A big thank-you to everyone who reviewed. In the last chapter I had Rose going to the med bay to find some Gravol cuz she was pukin all over the place. For those of you who don't know what Gravol is, it's something you take when you can't stop throwing up or if you are going on a long trip and you are prone to getting car sick. Really she shouldn be takin anything before asking the Doctor if it's okay, hence why I didn't let her find it. So sorry for any confusion. All my fault. So on with the story.
Disclaimer: I'm really RTD but I'm forced to write fan fic cuz I messed up the show when I got rid of Rose. Just kidding.
"I'm still a bit confused how getting a job is going to help you track down this rogue energy wave," Rose remarked. "And I thought you said this wouldn't hurt."
The Doctor sighed. "It wouldn't hurt if you would just hold still."
"Well it's hard to hold still when you are jabbing that thing further into my arm. I thought you were taking the IV out."
"I am taking it out," he answered through gritted teeth.
Rose yelped, pulled her arm back and ripping the needle out of her arm in the process. A stream of curses passed her lips.
"I'm impressed, Rose," he commented. "That was four languages and that last one was defiantly not from your solar system."
"Jack," she explained.
"Ah, of course. Well that's all done," he said slapping a pink band-aid on her arm where the needle had been. "So let's go over this one more time. Rule number one you…"
She rolled her eyes. "Will stay in bed," she finished but then added, "Mostly."
He glared at her. "Ok what's rule number two?"
"Always bring a banana to a party?" she answered in her best sweet/innocent voice.
"No wandering off," he corrected.
In the same sweet/innocent voice Rose asked, "Well how can I wander off if I'm in bed?"
"You, Rose Tyler, would find a way. I'm sure of it." Stepping back, he straightened his suit and brushed off imaginary dirt. "Well," he asked, "Do I look like Dr. John Smith, professor of Temporal Mechanics at the University of Mars?"
She started to giggle but stopped herself. Laughing generally turned into coughing fits, leaving Rose struggling for breath.
The Doctor frowned. "I'm still not sure I should leave you here all by yourself."
"Well we could always go and pick up my mother so she could look after me," suggested Rose." At the Doctor's look of horror she continued, "Just kidding. Go do what you have to do. Investigate alien power sources, save the world. I still don't get why you need to work at the university."
"The university is huge and I can't get a clear fix on the wave's origins. It could take weeks and I need a reason to hang around that won't attract too much attention," he explained.
"And you just waltzed in there and they gave you a job?"
"Yah. It seems that the old temporal mechanics professor never returned from holidays. Quite odd…he just disappeared," The Doctor puzzled for a minute before continuing. "Anyway, they were desperate and when they saw my qualifications they practically begged me to teach. How could I refuse? All those young minds, thirsting for knowledge. Should be kinda fun."
"And why do I have to be Mrs. John Smith?"
"Well," he explained, "Well since we live together I didn't want people to get the wrong impression. If you were my maid my colleagues might think that we... er.."
"Are having sex," she supplied.
"Well, ya."
"Oh I get it," she pronounced, "Instead of them wondering if we're sleeping together you want them to assume that we are. Makes perfect sense to me."
"It sounds like such a horrible thing when you put it that way."
"It's not a horrible thing then?" she asked.
"Well no… I mean you and I would be…" He looked at his watch. "Oh look at the time. I'm going to be late for my first day. Wish me luck." In a swift unthinking movement he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. It was a brief see-ya-later-honey kiss. The kind of kiss every couple shares before they part ways for the day. The Doctor pulled back, a horrified expression on his face. "I'm sorry," he stammered. "I must have been caught up in playing John Smith. I…I don't know what came over me. I gotta go." Catching up his briefcase, he ran out of her room and through the TARDIS doors.
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When Rose had promised the Doctor that she would stay in bed she had assumed a rather flexible meaning of the phrase. She decided that keeping her pajamas on could loosely translate as 'being in bed'. She devoured her breakfast, though somewhat nervously as she was not eager to spend her day on the bathroom floor again. In truth, she felt a lot better than yesterday. Though her right arm shook uncontrollably, her headache and the dizziness were completely gone.
Shortly after waking up, the Doctor had moved the TARDIS into the flat that he had rented for Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Rose wandered around the small apartment. It looks so sterile, she thought. Not at all like someone lives here. Let alone a couple. Someone had pushed the old dusty furniture against the walls. Considering it was the year 100,475 apartment sure hadn't changed all that much. They still looked like a glorified box. However, this glorified box came with it's own 'choose your view' window. With a little bit of rearranging this place could at least resemble a home. Just in case he brings one of his colleagues back on day.
Rose spent the morning domesticating Mr. and Mrs. Smith's home. A few photos of the two of them together helped bring life to the walls. She carried a few dishes into the kitchen and placed a few rugs on the floor. A knock at the door made her nearly topple off the chair she was standing on to hang up curtains.
"Coming," she yelled. Quickly straightening the curtains and pushing the chair under the table, she ran to the door.
Rose opened the door to find a brunette woman in her 30s, smiling at her. "Hello?" said Rose.
The woman flashed Rose a dazzling smile before pushing past her into the living room. "My, what a quaint little home you have here. Very," the woman paused, "Classic Earth."
Still holding the door open Rose asked, " I'm sorry, who are you?"
"Oh I'm sorry dear. My name's Glenda, Glenda Paxton. My husband, Geoffrey Paxton, is the head of the science department at U of M. He works with your husband."
"Oh."
Glenda continued, "Well I just thought I'd come and introduce myself. I see I've come at a bed time," she stared at Rose's pajamas. "Perhaps I should come back later."
"No," Rose interjected, "Shall I make us a cup of tea?"
"Oh aren't you just a dear. It's so cute that you would make the tea yourself."
An hour later Rose was regretting answering the door let alone offering her tea. In the short time Rose had spent with Glenda she had learned how much more Glenda's husband made than Dr. John Smith, how many rooms were in their house, how many dinner parties she had thrown in the last month and how she was related to the Ambassador of New France. As Glenda talked, Rose found it was more and more difficult to focus on listening to her words. Rose blinked several times, trying to bring Glenda back into focus.
Glenda continued on in her high, crackly voice. "And then I said 'I think she looks more like Grutarian than a Mortak.' Rose are you ok? You look a bit pale."
Rose tried to answer but her lips refused to move. She drifted away from Mrs. Paxton, into darkness.
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The Doctor was fuming silently. That upstart thinks he knows more than I do. Well if he's so smart than he should teach the class.
He re-arranged the papers on his desk for the fifteenth time. "The little twirp, 'Time travel is impossible Professor Smith'. Stupid ape" he muttered to himself.
A voice behind him startled the Doctor out of his musings. "Am I interrupting something?"
"Ah no, of course not," answered the Doctor, turning his chair to face the voice. Dr. Paxton stood in the doorway. "What can I do for you?" asked the Doctor.
"It's your wife," the man replied. "She collapsed. She's been taken to the hospital."
A/N: Well there's another chapter. I think the last few chapters before this one I kinda lost the Doctor's character a bit. He wasn't quite like he is in the tv episodes which is what I'm striving for. I think I got him back in this chapter a bit though. I meant to make it longer but I just can't. It took a bag of popcorn and three showers to get this much done. (Popcorn is my fuel and showers usually clear up my writer's block. Kinda weird eh?)
Plz review. I live for your reviews. Seriously, I woke up at like 4 in the morning cuz I wanted to check to see if anyone had reviewed yet. Pathetic. I know.