OK, I totally had writers block with this chapter. And it is kinda disgusting.

You'll see why!

Rose awoke, her back aching and her head throbbing. Yawning, she sat up in bed and glanced around her room. Beside her bed, on the table, was the list of bathroom rules. She sighed and picked it up, to find that it had been edited.

List of rules for Rose and the Doctor

1. If Rose is mad, don't try and comfort her by asking if she is jealous of a duck. She will get angry and you could find yourself in a net, hanging on the ceiling.

2. The TARDIS can see everything. And I mean everything. She knows what we get up to. Take note, Rose.

3. If Rose and the TARDIS are giggling together, then try not to take any notice. They are girls and they enjoy making fun of the me!

4. This is the most important rule. Never, under any circumstances, leave Rose out. She is your best friend and she is amazing, more so then Sir Ducksworth. No offense, Duckster!

Thank you

Love, the Doctor x

Rose smiled to herself as she folded up the paper and tucked it under her pillow. It was the sweetest thing he had ever given her! She padded to the bathroom, still beaming like an idiot. The Doctor was it there, cutting his toenails.

"Mornin'" She grinned, and then she noticed what he was doing. The Doctor smiled back, and then winced.

"Stupid toenail!" He moaned, and he forced the scissors down more. Rose sighed. He sure knew how to ruin the atmosphere.

"Hey, thank you for the list of rules that you gave me. They made me laugh," Rose chuckled, picking up her toothbrush and putting it to her lips. The Doctor waved an absent minded wave and carried on cutting his toenails.

"Yeah, well I know your back was feeling bad, so I decided to cheer you up! Hey could you please help me? Just squeeze really hard on the scissors!" He asked her, and Rose pushed down on his toe. The dirty toe nail shot off and smacked straight into the wall.

"That is disgusting," Rose remarked, and she quickly washed her hands.

"It had to be done," The Doctor shrugged, pulling his socks back on. Rose dryed her hands.

"Yeah, but did I really need to help?"

"Yes!" The Doctor grinned, as he stood up. Rose leaned against the sink, wincing. Her back was bruised and was still sore. "So, what do you want to do today?" The Doctor asked.

"I dunno. As long as we aren't running for our lives. That will really hurt," Rose joked, rubbing her back.

"Well, we do that wherever we go. Maybe we won't go on an adventure today," The Doctor assured her, and he left the bathroom. Rose followed him slowly and ended up in the control room. She stroked a panel.

"Haven't been in here for ages!" She smiled, as the Doctor ran around the console, grinning like an idiot.

"Thought that the TARDIS needed a bit of a break," He told her, as he slammed down levers and pushed bright buttons.

"Be careful, we don't want to-" Rose began, but then she as thrown across the room, along with the Doctor. "What the hell did you do?" She cried, her back almost breaking. The Doctor tried to grab hold of the console, but the TARDIS was still falling.

"We're just falling, I don't know how to stop it!" He exclaimed, and he finally took hold of the hot console. Rose was rolling on the floor, praying that she was going to survive the crash. "Hold on, we're gonna-" They crashed and the gas masks fell from the ceiling. The Doctor got up and ran around the console, a fire extinguisher in one hand, and sprayed the sparking orange console with the white foam. Rose lay on the floor, not sure if she could even get up. Once the Doctor had finished making sure everything was OK, he saw to Rose.

"How are you?" He asked, concerned.

"I'm fine. I think," She groaned, resting her eyes.

"Rose, stay with me!" The Doctor cried, and Rose smiled.

"I was just closing my eyes. I'm not gonna die, I promise!" She propped up onto her grazed elbows. The Doctor helped her up slowly, until Rose could stand up her own. "What actually happened?"

"The TARDIS malfunctioned. I haven't used it in a while. I think she may have forgotten how to fly!" He replied, as Rose rubbed her eyes.

"I'm heading back to the bathroom," She muttered, and left the foamy control room. The bathroom seemed so much safer, and she had to get ready anyway. Sir Ducksworth was bathing in the sink, and Rose sighed.

"I needed to use tht sink!" She told the duck. "I'm talking to a duck. I'm almost as mad as the Doctor."

"Hey, I heard that!" The Doctor was behind her, pouting. Rose turned and smiled.

"Well, you are mad!" She giggled.

"I am not...OK, but in my defense, well when you are as old as I am, then you have to be cheered up somehow!" He protested, as he took Sir Ducksworth out of the sink and drained the soapy water away.

"And, what about Dame Quakie? Where does she come in all of this?"

"Sir Ducksworth is old too! The Dame is to cheer him up," He answered, and Rose raised an eyebrow.

"So, you gave him a girlfriend?" She asked.

"Yep!"

"But...you don't even have a girlfriend to cheer you up!" She pointed out. The Doctor shrugged.

"Yeah, but I have you! And you're just as good as a girlfriend," He said, a bit sheepishly. Rose smiled, but felt a bit sad. She was just as good as a girlfriend? What if she wanted to be his girlfriend? They were already living together, sharing a bathroom, in her eyes they were practically married!

Honey, just tell him! A female voice came out of nowhere, and Rose craned her head to see who said it. She glanced at the Doctor, and she didn't think that he had heard it, as he was going along as normal.

It's me, the TARDIS!The TARDIS told a befuddled Rose. I know what you're thinking. He's thinking it too, I can promise you that!

But, what am I supposed to do. Go up to him and say 'I love you, I wanna be your girlfriend?' Rose thought, sarcastically.

OK, OK, no need to get attitude! The TARDIS retorted, and Rose sighed inwardly.

But what am I gonna do then?

Look inside your heart, and you will know what to do. Good luck! The TARDIS mentally smiled and left Rose's mind. Rose took a deep breath. How was she meant to look inside her heart? She went over to the Doctor, who started to burble on.

"You know what? I've never understood toothpaste. For a start, it's not edible, and it really should be if you're going to put it in your mouth! On the planet Delitapa, the only thing they eat is toothpaste. For breakfast, lunch and dinner, toothpaste, toothpaste-" Rose grabbed the lapels of his brown suit and pulled him down to her. She placed her lips on his, and kissed him. The Doctor, who was still holding the toothpaste, didn't know what to do, so he dropped what he was holding and put his arms around Rose, deepening the kiss. Once they had broken apart, Rose smiled at him, blushing.

"What was that?" He asked, softly.

"I dunno. Just, saying thanks for, you know...everything," She mumbled, and the Doctor released her from his tight grip. She straightened out, and left the room, feeling on top of the world.

You did it girl! The TARDIS chimed. What now?

We'll see tomorrow. Rose replied, with a smile.

Ideas, people, ideas! They are needed. This chapter started off with toenails and ended with a kiss! And some random TARDISy bits in between!

I need help :(

Anyway, I hope that you enjoyed this crazy, strange chapter, and you shall have to forgive me, as I didn't base the disaster in the bathroom! Shock horror!

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