AN: I'm suffering writer's block. Stupid brain, but somehow I managed to write this last night despite it all so let's all hope and pray I haven't just ruined my story. Oh and guess what I did yesterday on my birthday...Yeah, I ended up injuring my hand...I have the worst luck. and it's my writing hand but that's not gonna stop me. I'm going to get past my stupid writer's block and I'm gonna get on the 'update all my stories before my reviewers kill me' bandwagon. Lol Also to everyone who review, thank you and to everyone who wished me a happy birthday then thanks and I did have a good one save for the small injury. Although now I'm sporting a black bandage which I've wrapped around my hand. I like ti. So anyway, on with the story.

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He groaned, the pain in his head intensifying with every breath into consciousness. He opened his eyes blearily, knowing he was not alone. He could feel something pressing down on his hand and looking down, he saw the oh so familiar mass of blonde hair from the head of Rose Tyler.

He smiled before looking around at his surroundings. How had he gotten here? Why was he sleeping in Rose's room? On Rose's bed?

His mind cut off from his thoughts when he heard the soft mumble from the blonde who was slowly drifting awake. He looked down at her, a smile tugging gently on his lips. When her brown eyes met his, her mouth widened as she murmured, "Hi..."

"Hello." he answered back, without thinking.

"You had me worried."

He took a good and proper look at her. Her eyes were red rimmed, her hair was a mess and her mascara had been running slightly, but despite it all. Despite all the worry he had put her through, she was still brilliant and...

"I'm sorry." He broke his gaze away from her eyes and instead took to his surroundings, "So is there any reason why I am on your bed in your room when the last thing I remember is my head going to the floor of the medi-bay."

"Well, the bed in there didn't look comfortable and I don't like being in there anyway. I didn't know where your room was so I brought you in here."

"Yeah, well, it's much more comfortable. Brilliant. Fantastic even but you don't look very comfortable sitting there." He sat up, his feet dangling at the edge of the bed, as his gaze trailed back to her. He suddenly was faced with the feeling to run away before either one of them decided to step on the new social land mine created from the kiss they had shared before the 'him being shot' incident. She probably regretted the kiss.

He stood up and stretched, plastering a grin on his face, "So Rose Tyler I'm gonna go get a shower because frankly I stink."

"No kidding..." she mumbled under her breath. It hadn't been meant for his ears but unsurprisingly the Doctor's great hearing picked up the comment.

His face consorted in mock hurt, "Oi! Cheeky! And you say I'm rude." Rose looked up, biting her lip to stop the laughter threatening to spill from her mouth at the look on his face.

"You are rude!"

"Am not!" he replied indignantly.

"Are to!"

"Am not!"

"Oh you so are!"

"I, Rose Tyler, am not as rude as you!"

It was Rose's turn to stare at him with shock before she pursed her lips together, biting back a brilliant retort to opt instead for the unnerving stare she had been practicing.

He kept his eyes firmly locked on her, finding himself surprisingly uncomfortable under her glare. Had he gone too far? Maybe he had gone too far...yes, he had gone too far otherwise why would she be giving him that glare. That wasn't a good glare. He didn't even know what that glare meant and he knew Rose inside out so her giving him a glare like that wasn't good.

She wasn't a rude person. Of course she wasn't rude. Rude Rose...yeah right. She wasn't rude. Why had he said that? Kind generous Rose - now that was more like it.

Maybe he should apologize...He thought for a moment, letting the idea sink in before deciding that an apology would probably be best.

"You're not ruder than me. I'm rude. Very rude. Really really rude. Rude is my middle name...no, actually it's not really," He paused, seeing no change in her reaction, "But of course you know that rude can't possible be my middle name seeing as I don't really have a name. I mean who was give themselves a name like rude. I mean who would name themselves after a...although I once knew a bloke called Book. I know Book, what a name! And he worked in a library and his hobby was writing and he lived on the planet Bookworm. Ah good old planet Bookworm. They did once get inhabited by a giant worm...I had to save them from it. It tried to bite my head off and..."

He trailed off, realising that not only was he rambling, but Rose was still staring at him with that face. Why was she staring at him like that?

His eyebrows knitted together as confusion replaced his features, "What?" She remained silent, "What?" She raised an eyebrow at him which only caused him to become slightly more paranoid, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Calmly she replied, "No reason."

Her response only made him feel even more unnerved. She was probably mad at him. Probably for calling her rude and being rude for calling her rude and being rude in general and also for rambling instead of apologizing for being rude...but maybe she wasn't only angry at him for being rude. He was rude normally and she forgave him for it so maybe she was angry at something else. Oh, maybe she was angry for making her worry or...no, she wouldn't be, would she? No no no no no no, of course she wasn't, but maybe she was. Maybe she really did regret the kiss and was now pretending to be angry about him being rude when she was really angry about the fact he kissed her.

Oh that was probably it. Oh, this was not good. There was no way that this was in any way, shape or form good. He knew he had to do the right thing.

He swallowed, taking a breath to prepare himself, "Ok I'm sorry for kissing you. It was wrong of me. I shouldn't have done it. I mean it was a great kiss. Brilliant kiss in fact, Fantastic in all sense of the word but you regret it and I understand. I really do. I mean I'm a Time Lord..." he paused momentarily, but before Rose could even mutter a word in response to his sudden outburst, he was continuing. The only difference now was that he had found himself suddenly offended, "Wait, I'm a Time Lord. What's wrong with me? Why don't you want to kiss me? I am a great kisser. I mean the teeth are still a bit weird for me but they don't stop me from being a great kisser. And another thing-"

Rose mouth hung open in confusion. Where had this come from? Seeing that he wasn't likely going to shut up anytime soon, Rose decided to do the one thing she knew would shut up that adorable trap of his.

She kissed him.

To be continued...

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