A/N: I'm so sorry for how long it has taken to get this posted! I've been so busy, seeing as school is drawing to a close, and I haven't had the time to write. Originally, this was going to be the second to last chapter, however, I've changed it up a bit, so, including this chapter, there should be about four chapters left in this story (which could quite easily change, to be honest).

But anyway, I hope you enjoy! (:

The weeks seem to fly by with the Doctor, and after learning about his past, Rose feels a lot closer to him, on a personal level. Plus, once the Doctor realizes that Rose isn't going to leave him, he's so much more comfortable around her. She doesn't find out his name (she doesn't ask - she figures it's not really all that important, anyway) and she doesn't ask about the owner of her clothing again. Over the four weeks, he has reluctantly taken her shopping (well, they stole everything, but never mind that) for clothing (five pairs of jeans, a new pair of converse, and about seven new t-shirts - she got underwear, bras, and tampons by herself, and she actually bought those), dropped her at her mother's for two hours, and done countless things that usually only friends would do. She loves that.

He spends a lot of time out of the house, doing his job, and occasionally he takes her with him. Occasionally being about 98% of the time. In fact, that's exactly what they're doing now. Or trying to do, anyway. The Doctor has probably only picked up about two wallets, and they've been out for nearly four hours now. Usually, the minimum he would have gotten by now would probably be five. They keep getting distracted.

"- and it was totally fake!"

Rose and the Doctor both burst out laughing and he shakes his head, grinning from ear to ear. Their fingers are laced together and he squeezes her hand. As usual, she squeezes back. "How rude of you, Rose Tyler," he chuckles. Rose flashes him a tongue-in-teeth grin, and his smile softens. She shivers under the look he gives her and her heart skips a beat. Swallowing, she turns her attention back to the street.

"All I'm sayin' is he coulda tried to put the wig on correctly. It just lifted up in the back!"

The Doctor chuckles and runs his tongue along his upper lip. He glances away from her, his eyes drifting around the area. He lets out a bit of sigh, and Rose purses her lips, bumping her shoulder lightly against his. They both stumbled a little, but he still smiles. "No good victims?" She asks, and he nods.

"People have gotten careful. Which is very bad news for me."

Rose bites her lips and scans the area herself. Over time, she's learned what the Doctor looks for in the people he steals from. People who look busy and disoriented. Drunks, especially. People who have their wallets sticking out in plain sight or people who look as though they have had a tough night. And, while there are definitely people around who look like that, they all are walking stiffly, hands pressed to their sides. They look cautious. There have been posters up warning them of a 'skilled thief' in the area, and that news has seemed to spread all over London. Rose has suggested a few times trying someplace other than London, but the Doctor refuses, as if he's too attached to this city. Rose sighs and shrugs her shoulders.

"Well, we've been goin' at this all day, haven't we? Maybe we should take a break?"

"I'm not hungry."

"I never said food."

The Doctor flashes her a curious look, arching an eyebrow. "What, then?"

"Dunno. How 'bout a book store or somethin'?"

He sticks out his lower lip, considering the idea. "Don't see why not. Know any good ones?"

"I've seen one before around here, yeah. Never been in, but I've been told it's really good."

The Doctor nods, and then drops her hand. She's a bit disappointed at the lack of contact at first, but he suddenly winds his arm around her waist and draws her against him. She smiles softly, leaning into him a little. He does this, every so often, and by now she should probably be used to it by now, but it still takes her by surprise each time. She loves it, though. They walk about, scanning the stores on the street, and then Rose stops. She points across the street and he follows her finger.

Across the road is the bookstore she had been talking about, and it's painted a deep blue. The windows are shaded grey and rectangular. The sign above it reads 'Time & Space'. She grins, and so does he. "Time and Space. Interesting." They pause, and he looks at her, grinning widely. "Shall we?"

"We shall," she giggles, and he drops his arm from around her, instead holding out his hand for her to take. She does exactly that, and as soon as the cars have passed, he bolts across the street, dragging her with him.

It's gorgeous inside. She really would not have expected it to be this nice (or this big! It was so small on the outside!). When you walk in, the check out desk is on your right, and on your left, there are five rows of book stands. There is a split down the middle of the rows, so there there are ten stands in total and a place to walk. The walls are also lined with books. Rose smiles and glances at the Doctor. He grins back. "This is brilliant," he says excitedly, and she watches in amusement as he runs towards the Science Fiction area. Rose bites her lip and starts towards the first stand, kneeling down. The stand is for books that are currently top-sellers. The Divergent Series, The Fault in Our Stars, the Hunger Games, and a couple things she's never heard of.

Someone clears their throat and she jumps a bit. She whips her head around, and she purses her lips, standing up. The woman smiles and flashes Rose a little wave. The woman looks young - probably only a little older than Rose. She has darker skin and shiny black hair, which is pulled up into a pony tail. She's just a bit taller than Rose. She's wearing a pair of jeans and a dark pink cami, on which is a name tag that reads 'Martha J.'. "Hello," the woman - Martha - says, and Rose smiles.

"Hi."

"Can I help you with anything?"

"Uhm..." Rose glances around, searching for the Doctor. She can just barely see him through the rows, flipping through a comic book of some sort. "I don't think so. I'm just browsing."

Martha begins to reply, but is cut off rather quickly by an enthusiastic shout from the Doctor. She blinks and looks down the aisle. The Doctor skids to a stop by Rose's side and grins widely at Martha before raising something into Rose's view. She frowns and draws back to view the cover. It's an old Star Trek comic book. Rose raises an eyebrow, asking a silent question. What was so fantastic about that?

The Doctor rolls his eyes, but it's almost in an affectionate way. Rose rolls her eyes, too, and he snickers and nudges her shoulder with his own before flipping the comic book open and shoving it in Rose's face again. Out of the corner of her eyes, Rose can see Martha watching uncertainly, and she feels a little bad for her, as it must be rather awkward to watch.

"I don't get it," Rose sighs after a minute, and the Doctor huffs impatiently.

"It's old!" He finally whispers. "They don't print this anymore, and it's nearly impossible to find! And they have it here! This a collectable, Rose!"

Rose watches in amusement and he draws it back to himself and begins flicking through it, treating it delicately as if it will crumble under upon the touch of his fingers. He slips down and sits cross-legged on the floor. Rose sends Martha and almost apologetic look. Or, she tries, anyway. Martha's eyes are trained on the Doctor, and she's grinning from ear to ear. "He's a bit of a science geek," Rose mutters, and the Doctor looks up at her, tilting his head.

"Science geek? What does that mean?"

Rose opens her mouth to explain (although she finds it surprising that he doesn't know - surely this can't be the first time someone has called him a science geek), but suddenly Martha is cutting Rose off. "That you're obsessively enthusiastic about it," she says, amused. At that moment, Rose really kind of hates her.

"Oh," the Doctor smirks. "Nice."

Martha folds her arms behind her back, biting her lip. "Have you seen the new one? Star Trek, I mean."

The Doctor flashes a playful glare at Rose. "I would have, but Rose wanted to see something else, so we went to that instead."

"Oh," Martha mumbles, and the Doctor smiles and shrugs. "Well," the woman continues, "I could always take you." It's meant as a joke, and Rose knows that, but by the look on the Doctor's face, he doesn't. And he seems to actually be considering it.

"Really?" He asks after a moment, and Martha looks both shocked and a little.. excited.

"Well..." she lets out a nervous laugh, and Rose can see Martha actually considering it, too. Rose feels jealously and anger already beginning to bubble in her stomach, whether she wants it or not, and she quickly cuts in.

"Do you want to buy that, Doctor?" She snaps, annoyed. The pair of them both jump, looking surprised. As if they had both forgotten she was there. The Doctor looks confused, but he slowly nods. Rose purses her lips and stands back, giving him room to stand up. When he's up, Martha moves behind the desk, and the Doctor places the comic book on the counter. Martha begins ringing it up and Rose can't help but sigh. She hadn't meant to snap, and the Doctor was clearly a little suspicious now. Rose isn't even sure why had she had become jealous in the first place.

Martha had nearly been flirting (just nearly) with him, and Rose had hated that. But, she shouldn't have. The Doctor isn't hers, as much as she might want that... it isn't like he would be cheating if he went on a date with someone. Not that she thought the Doctor would - he had said before, one of the first few days Rose had known him, that he didn't do romance. Sometimes, she forgets that that more than likely includes her. He'd told her once, on one of the days that they went out, that he doesn't do domestic, either. She still isn't quite sure what he means by that, seeing as he does domestic things all the time (besides shopping. He hates that. Rose always has to do the shopping). Maybe he doesn't realize when he does domestic things.

Rose is torn from her thoughts as the sound of the Doctor's voice. She swallows and blinks, turning her attention to him. "Are you in training?"

It's takes Rose a minute to realize he isn't talking to her, but to Martha. Martha glances up in surprise. "To be a doctor," the Doctor clarifies, and Martha shrugs awkwardly.

"Sort of," she says. "I'm studying for school right now...I'm currently on fixing people up when they're injured... how did you know?"

He gestures to the shelf behind her. "Text books." He smirks suddenly, and then leans forward onto the counter. "I'm a doctor, you know. If you wanted, you could practice on me." And then he winks. He winks. He's flirting, and that's so out of character for the Doctor she knows and Rose is painfully jealous now. She knows her face has gone bright red. She grips his elbow and squeezes and he turns to towards her, looking confused at first.

He frowns when he sees her. Uncertainly, his hand reaches down and he grabs her hand, threading their fingers together. They both forgot to thank Martha as they leave. "Are you okay?" He asks once they're outside.

Rose can feel a blush rising on her cheeks and she turns her head to avoid him seeing. "Fine," she mumbles. "Let's just get home, yeah? I'm tired."

The Doctor looks ready to argue, as usual, but Rose lets go of his hand and starts down the street. She hears him take a sharp, hurt breath, and she winces, but she doesn't look back. She hears him sniff, and then he begins to follow.

Once home, they both go to their separate rooms without speaking to each other. She's not mad at him, and she's pretty sure he isn't mad with her, but she still feels as though she needs some time away from him. Most of the time, they spend the whole day with each other, and every once in a while, she needs a break, and so does he. She collapses onto her bed, and winces as something digs into her skin. Shifting, she reaches behind her and pulls out the object. She blinks in surprise when she realizes what it is.

It is the strange, metal, silver object she had found the night after she found out about his parents. She had completely forgotten about it. How had it ended up here? More importantly, what on Earth was it? Looking it over, it looks a bit like a screwdriver, but there's something foreign about it. It's weird. She'll have to ask the Doctor about it, later. She gently lays it on her dresser, and then lays back down, staring up at the ceiling.

She plays with the wristband on her arm and bites at the skin of her lip, lost in thought.

She's still a bit confused about her own actions an hour ago. It's not the fact that she got jealous of the Doctor and Martha and the thought of them going out to the movies together, or the way he had flirted with her. It's the fact that she actually showed that she was jealous. There have been lots of times Rose has been jealous, but never once has she displayed that jealously. She's always kept it close to her chest and pretended that she didn't care.

She's actually a bit angry with herself for being jealous, too. Lately, she's been letting her emotions (mostly those for the Doctor) get ahead of her, and she's starting to get a bit worried that he's going to notice. Hell, maybe he already has, in which case, he probably thinks she's a child and he can't wait to get rid of her.

Feeling embarrassment crawling up her spine at the thought, she drags the rest of her body onto the bed and rests hers head on her pillows. She doesn't feel tired, but she rather quickly passes out.

And, an hour later, she's awoken by a knocking at the door. Moaning, she pulls herself up into a sitting position and brushes her hair out of her eyes. "Yeah?" She mumbles sleepily, rubbing at her eyes. The door opens quickly, and the Doctor pokes his head inside, grinning at her.

"Hello!" He says cheerily, stepping into the room. Rose smiles and tilts her head.

"Hi."

"We haven't shared our stories today," he reminds her. Yes - they still do that. Neither of them have forgotten. They properly started it the day after the Doctor told her about his parents, and they have made sure not to miss a single day, even if they spend the whole day together, as they usually do.

"You start," Rose says, just like she always does. The Doctor smiles and crawls up onto her bed. Rose scoots over a bit and he flops down next to her, his head sinking into the pillow. He wriggles around a bit, trying to get comfortable, and Rose sinks down as well, propping her head up with her arm.

"Well," he begins, his voice a hushed whisper, and she bites her lip to keep from smiling. His face lights up as she does so, and he continues with a huge grin on his face. Rose listens intently the whole way through. She never gets to share hers though, because for the second time that they've known each other, they both fall asleep in the same bed, this time with Rose's head on the Doctor's chest.