A/N - Okay, so I, SilverWolf7, was caught out with the shoddy attempt to forge us the rightful owners of Doctor Who. Don't worry, I ripped that up and threw it away and am now checking uder the lounge covers to see if it might have fallen down there...the others have already checked their lounges, so I thought it about time I checked mine...and, nope, not under there. Sorry guys!

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Chapter 10: Not So Much Faking

The Doctor blinked at her, opened his mouth to say something, clicked it shut in a way that she was sure the painters off on their lunch break could probably hear, and blinked again. "She's what?" he asked her, before doing his rather impressive fish impersonation again.

"Faking. You know, pretending to be crazy, not really is crazy. Which in some ways is really good, but in others...very frustrating."

"But...why would she do that? What in the world is her reasoning for it? Why fake being crazy?"

Shrugging, Rose leant into him, wanting more than anything to just tilt her head back, connect her lips with his and snog them both utterly senseless. Her lips were on his again before she had time to think.

A low moan passed from his lips at the move, and made Rose wish that she could continue, but the noise right now would alert her mum, and her mum was the last thing right now she wanted to have to deal with. Because the Doctor was right. Why was she faking being insane and worrying her senseless like that?

On the other hand, snogging the Doctor senseless had its appeal. Not to mention how good he looked in those jeans, and how tight they were in certain areas. And here she was, still lip locked with him.

They broke apart, licking their lips and wishing nothing but to clamp on to each other again.

"Umm, I'm just...going now. Away. Before we do this again and get your mum involved even further than she already is," the Doctor stated, his face flushed lightly from the kiss and she couldn't help but look at his lips, slightly darker than normal.

"Yeah. Me too. Helping the painters I am. Painters who should be coming back here any second now. Paint fumes must be getting to us."

"Paint...yeah. The paint. Fumes. Slightly intoxicating, reckless behaviour. Might be the reason for the sudden...high in here."

"High, yeah. High on paint fumes."

Well, it was at least a better explanation than 'Oh my god! I've wanted to do that for bloody ages!' which was going through her head. She wandered if it was what he was thinking too, as he turned around and slowly walked out of the room, dodging the painting crew as they come back in, finished with their lunch and wanting to get back to work, finish quickly so they could go home.

Home...

Rose never thought that she'd rather see the old flat again and be back there than here, in a proper house.

Shaking her head, she smiled at one of the younger workers on the crew and helped hold up the bit of tape that had recently slapped her in the face.

Maybe she was just plain cursed...

Being able to stand in the middle of a room and have no one see you was just as much a blessing sometimes as a curse.

Having finally gotten the hang of moving things in the real world around him, Mortimer was conducting a few experiments here and there. The latest was to peel back the slightest bit of wet tape to see what happened. Thankfully, it had hit his young niece right on the face, and this Doctor fellow of hers helped get it off with a rag, before kissing her.

Fantastic! That's good. The quicker those two got together, the quicker Jackie would stop talking to his imaginary self. The tripping of the two lovebirds which he had given the task to Lovey, had also worked quite well.

The Doctor was quite attracted to his niece thankfully, and there was no hiding certain reactions when someone was lying right across your lap on the floor. Unless said person normally walked around with items like sonic screwdrivers, socks and a banana in their pocket.

No wonder poor Rose seemed to be slightly confused.

Still, as the Doctor walked out of the room, Mortimer following him instead of watching Rose, he recognised the silly grin on the lad's face. He also didn't miss the adjusting of his jeans, or the way he ruffled his hair more, like he had spotted the man did when he was feeling especially good about himself.

The minute things got inappropriate in his house, he was going to throw books. Heavy books. Right at very sensitive areas. Not that he was against sex, he wasn't, and if it made Rose happy then by all means, but the last thing he wanted to see was this Doctor fellow on his lounge doing things by himself that were best left for him to do in the shower instead.

Still, at least they were at the point where they actually knew each others feelings now, hopefully. Please say they both knew it was a mutual attraction?

Mortimer left the Doctor to his ship, where it was parked in the shed. He knew by now that the man was an alien, if not for listening to Jackie's ranting talks about it to the invisible air around her she was pretending was him.

He hadn't yet entered the ship though. He had the odd feeling that it would be intruding on more than just the Doctor's personal space. Jackie had been heard muttering that the ship was alive. Maybe that was it?

Either way, whenever the Doctor went in there, he left him alone, and went off to find Lovey. Next stage of his plan was to get Jackie to notice that things were now moving forwards in leaps and bounds.

And he knew Lovey was always up for helping him do something a little...devious.

Something wasn't quite...right with the house anymore. Not since she had spotted her daughter and the Doctor falling in a heap of heated flesh and driving hormones on the floor and found them apart next time they met when she had gone running to catch them in the act.

It was almost like there was another inhabitant that she couldn't always see, and for a few seconds every now and then, she could swear she saw her Uncle Mortimer watching them with hawk like eyes, trying to help her get them together in any way necessary.

Yep, she knew it, living with the Doctor for any stretch of time would driver her crazy, and here's the proof. She'd gone from pretending to see the ghost of Uncle Mortimer to really seeing the ghost of Uncle Mortimer.

Well, at least some of the time. Most of the time she was blessedly alone with her own thoughts and plans as to how to get the two together and into bed with each other.

How long did it take for two people in love with each other to shag each other senseless? Not long she hoped. The quicker she could stop pretending to be nuts the quicker she hoped Uncle Mortimer would go away, because it was starting to freak her out.

And speaking of, there he was again, floating aimlessly near her, frowning. His lips were moving but she couldn't hear what he was saying.

Probably that she should be out looking after them and pushing them together so they could get a bloody hint already. Especially Rose, who seemed to be utterly clueless to everything.

She really hoped that she hadn't raised her daughter that badly.

"Yes!" The Doctor shouted loudly as soon as the doors of the TARDIS closed behind him. He threw his hands in the air, and feeling rather energetic and childish, rushed himself around the console a few times, giggling madly the entire time.

The TARDIS asked what the hell was wrong with him.

"Oh, girl, nothing's wrong! Everything's brilliant, fantastic, perfect! Rose kissed me! I kissed her. We kissed each other. There was tongue involved. The exchange of bodily fluids. Between me and Rose!"

The Doctor squeed. He didn't exactly know what the word squee meant just yet, but he had seen it used frequently over the internet. And it seemed to fit with what he was doing now perfectly. So, he squeed.

The TARDIS tried to calm him down, but like an adolescent kissed for the first time, there was no stopping the dizzying high he was in. The TARDIS decided She blamed the paint fumes. The Doctor decided it was all part of his charm, and style and hair, and decided that the reason they had kissed was because he was just too cute and no one could resist his charms.

Heck, even Jackie Tyler had been ogling him. In both the bodies she had known him as. So, he must definitely have charm. Too bad about his previous self having next to no hair. Yet again, the soldier look had gone well with his ninth incarnation.

It had felt right at any rate.

"So!" he said when he had calmed down a bit from his mad race around the console. "Did you know anything about Jackie faking seeing ghosts? Seems Rose had come to the conclusion her mum really isn't crazy. Now either there really is no problem like she says, or she is in denial. What do you think?"

I think evaluations need to be looked at over again. The TARDIS replied. Her data showed nothing wrong, but that didn't mean Jackie wasn't seeing ghosts.

"Hmm. Think there might be something there she's not telling us?"

Perhaps.

The Doctor sighed. "Well, you're a big help in all this, aren't you?"

He got stony silence as a reply. He rolled his eyes. "Sorry. No need to feel insulted. None of us know what's really going on but Jackie. And she's not telling at the moment."

Maybe you should ask her about her Uncle then.

"Yes, yes, I should do that. Tonight. As soon as possible. I'm sort of..." He ran a quick diagnostic of his own body and blushed. "Well, umm, kind of, yeah. And the paint really didn't help matters much."

The TARDIS hummed at him in what she hoped was slightly berating, but still comforting tones. The last thing he needed was to get scared off and never go any further with Rose. Because She liked the human girl.

The good news here was, it seemed like things were going nicely between her pilot and the human girl.

Now if only She could make them a nice dinner for two, put on some mood lighting and music and get them to mate...