A/N: So I kind of love the idea of the Doctor getting jealous. xx


"Alright, Rose, tell me where you want to go, but say it in Gallifreyan," The Doctor urged, smiling brightly at his companion.

It had been a few weeks since the Voice Incident, as Rose liked to call it, and she was still completely out of ideas. How do you seduce the man who is barely affected by anything? She didn't want to repeat her previous tactics, that would be lame. Simple little things like wearing very short shorts or see-through tops she could do daily, but something big like the Voice Incident?

Honestly, she wasn't sure how she was going to top that.

"Um... Ganali'be monoco?" Rose attempted unsurely, raising an eyebrow.

"Good enough. Well, you just said you wanted to go to prison, but still, a nice try. Why don't you just tell me in English?" He chuckled, pulling a lever on the console.

"Can we just have a simple night? I'm a bit tired... Why not go to a pub or something?" She suggested in reply.

Obviously, because of the Seduction War which definitely hadn't ended, he was a bit reluctant to take her to a pub. Who knows what kind of activities she had planned there? However, completely prepared to take on whatever she had to offer, he gave her a manic grin and directed the TARDIS to the nearest pub on a planet called Runuul. Rose had never been there before, so perhaps he had shattered her plans. Then again, did he really want to shatter her plans? What if they were fun and exciting?

The Doctor scolded himself mentally, of course her plans wouldn't be fun and exciting, they would be evil! Evil. Fun. Same thing?

"Is this Earth?" Rose asked curiously, walking out the police box doors and staring around at the familiar surroundings. It looked exactly like Earth, blue sky and green grass along with the types of buildings, however there were a few differences.

"A race used to live here called the Tockies, but they, well, died a while ago... IntheTimeWar..." He said that last part rather quickly before gulping and continuing, "But then when humans expanded and needed another planet they found this nice abandoned place and fixed it up! Rather nice, isn't it?"

They walked out onto the streets of what looked like a busy alien-version of London. The people around them seemed friendly and waved at each other as if they knew everyone in the entire place. Rose and the Doctor walked into a small pub called "The Elephant's" and sat down at a neat wooden bar. Rose ordered drinks for the both of them, not asking the Doctor's permission first. Just when the Doctor opened his mouth to say something to her, another man sat on the other side of Rose and smiled brightly at her, ordering a drink from the bar.

The room was dimly lit and televisions lined the walls loudly playing a sport Rose had never seen before. The pub was averagely crowded, the way she liked it, and the people as friendly as the ones outside. Honestly, if the Doctor hadn't told her, she would've thought this place was Earth.

"Hello, love," The man next to her said sweetly, accepting his glass from the worker. "Here, this lady's drinks are on me," He offered.

"Wow, thanks," Rose said, turning away from the Doctor to face the man. "I'm Rose and this is the Doctor," She gestured behind her quickly, and couldn't see the evil glare the Doctor was giving the new man.

"I'm Roman," He said extending his hand that was wet from the glass of wine. "Pleasure to meet you both. Not from here, are ya?"

"Roman. I like that name, Rome has always been one of my favorite spots," The Doctor began, but Rose turned and glared at him so he shut up.

"Sorry, he's a bit strange," Rose laughed, "Yeah, we're not from here. It's kind of a long story as to how we got here... How could you tell, though?"

Roman nodded as though he had been expecting this question. "I've lived here all my life, trust me, I can tell when someone's not a local. Welcome to the area, Rose."

If the Doctor noticed that Roman hadn't said his name as well, he didn't say anything. Instead he was focusing on the charming smile the stupid man was giving his Rose, and the way she was laughing at his words even though he hadn't said a joke. She should be laughing at the Doctor like that. He also wasn't a fan of the way Roman's hand was dangerously near hers laying on the counter. "Thanks for the warm welcome," The Doctor said quickly, "But we really should get going. Gotta go home and all that."

"Oh, you two live together? I'm sorry, I didn't know," Roman said, moving his hand away from Rose's.

Rose caught his hand in hers and replied, "Yeah but we're not married or anything. Doctor, we just got here, we don't have to leave so soon."

Rose Tyler had just found her play. Sure, taking advantage of a nice young man like Roman wasn't exactly her style, but making the Doctor tick was top priority at the moment.

"So what're you a doctor of?" Roman asked, obviously faking his curiosity. He sipped his drink again and stared at the Doctor blankly.

"Quite a few things. But honestly I'm just all around brill-"

"He's not really a doctor," Rose put her hand to the side of her mouth and whispered to Roman as if the Doctor couldn't hear her.

"Oi!"

Roman chuckled and looked down at his hand to realize he was still holding Rose's. He began toying with her fingers a little and shooting her another charming smile. "Want to dance, Rose?"

The Doctor huffed a little at that. Stupid Prince Charming, waltzing into the pub and thinking he could just charm Rose away from him. Rose was too loyal, too brilliant to fall for such a lame, stereotypical, un-

"I'd love to."

Had he heard wrong? Did Rose just agree to dance with this little prat? He squeezed his glass to the point where he could see a little crack at the top. Letting go, he watched sadly as Rose and Roman walked onto the dance floor. He put one of his hands on her hip and remained holding her hand with the other one. They slowly danced back and forth to the slow music, (the song wasn't even that good, the Doctor noted!) until eventually Rose had her head resting on Roman's shoulder.

Didn't she know what she was doing? The Doctor fumed, running a hand through his hair and trying to peel his eyes away from the two. What a little minx... Why would she? Oh, of course, this was part of the game wasn't it? The Seduction War? No, he wouldn't fall for her evil tricks again. Never again. Not after that stupid trick with the swimming. However, if Roman got one inch closer to Rose he was going to walk over there and throw him to the ground. Roman said something to her and she giggled a little into his shoulder. The Doctor felt heat soar through his body as he resisted the urge to get up. Staycalmstaycalmstaycalm, he chanted to himself. This is what she wants you to do!

Rose moved her head from Roman's shoulder and stared into his eyes, the Doctor let out a sigh of relief. At least she wasn't on his shoulder. He kept watching as he slowly realized with horror that her head was moving towards Roman's slowly. No way she would kiss him. She had met him five minutes ago, she couldn't possibly kiss him. Oh, Rassilon, she was going to kiss him.


Why hadn't the Doctor interrupted yet? Rose danced slowly with Roman and rested her head on his shoulder. He honestly was a bloody good dancer, much better than anyone else she had danced with.

"Your friend is staring at us," He whispered to her softly.

She giggled loudly, hoping the Doctor would see. Of course he was staring at them, because that's what he did, wasn't it? Watch people and be jealous, but he'd never make a move. Never ever. If this couldn't get him to snap, she wasn't sure what would. Removing her head from Roman's shoulder, she stared deep into his eyes. There was only one way to do this. Only one way to do this right. She began moving her head towards his, gently closing her eyelids.


"STOP!" The Doctor shouted, standing up and marching over to them. The entire pub turned in their seats to stare at him, and he awkwardly swallowed. Roman pulled away from Rose and Rose resisted laughing.

"Huh?" Roman said, glancing around the pub and blushing.

"Come here," The Time-Lord growled, grabbing Rose's arm and walking out of the pub, not bothering to glance at Roman who wasn't sure what to do.

"What was that about?" Rose asked as the Doctor led her through the streets towards the TARDIS.

"You were about to kiss him!"

"Yeah, so what?" She retorted, yanking her arm away from him and folding her arms.

"Um... Out-of-space diseases. If you picked something up from the future and took it back to your time, the world would be in havoc. You'd never be able to see your Mum again, couldn't let that happen." He continued walking towards the TARDIS and Rose followed him.

They walked into the ship without another word and after Rose had left towards her bedroom he mumbled to himself, "You're welcome."


Rose entered her bedroom already crying with tears of laughter. That idiot. The TARDIS had never been more right, they were both idiots. Rose smiled all through her shower, remembering the Doctor's face as he had yanked her and Roman apart. Poor Roman, though. She did feel a bit of pity about leading him on, however, if he was prepared to kiss a girl he had met in five minutes, she was sure he could find someone else rather easily.


I will win this, the Doctor chanted to himself. I will win this. Iwillwinthis. Iwillwinthis. Rose won't win this, she's a minx. She'saminxandIwillwin. She'saminxandIwillwin. Rose Tyler, snapping underneath him, completely unable to resist his charm and wits any longer. Kissing him deeply, gasping for breath underneath him. Him on top of her, making her feel this way. Her chanting his name over and over like he was a God, and him leading her to completion. It was his biggest dream, and it was just barely in reach. All he had to do was top her Jealousy card.

Honestly, he shouldn't have fallen for that in the first place. Why had he? Now that he knows she's playing a game, shouldn't he be able to resist? Resisting Rose Tyler, how hard could it be? Sleeping next to him, the chains (he swallowed at that memory), the bikini, and now this. Yeah, it could be pretty hard. But not as hard as him! The Doctor looked at his bathroom mirror and puffed out his chest a little, his arms by his sides. This was the face of a winner, not a silly loser who yanks his girl away from boys in pubs. His girl? Oh, Rassilon.

What is she doing?


Next Chapter: Revenge of the Chains


A/N: This turned out longer than I expected. Whattttt. I didn't post this while not having read through it for errors. What are you talking about. *Laughs nervously.* Please review and tell me what you think, it's Team Doctor next chapter! I already have the idea planned, but if you'd like to submit something anyways that's cool. Also, I kind of need prompts for new multi-chapter stories for Sundays and Mondays, so if you're interested in that tell me! Thanks for reading!