"What happened to the TARDIS?" Rose yelled after The Doctor, her boots splashing in the puddles. Rain splattered against the gravel, the clouds above them split and bursting like overstuffed pillows.
"Relocated! Must've," The Doctor panted, scanning the area with his Sonic Screwdriver. "Sometimes does it if she's in danger—"
"What, is the rain dangerous now?" The Doctor grabbed her hand and they scrambled through the street until they reached an empty bus stop. The cover was hardly perfect—rivulets streamed from the holes in the canvas, but at least it was something.
"Very dangerous," The Doctor confirmed, stowing his Screwdriver away. "It puts me close to you."
Rose's mouth twitched in an attempt to smile as she shivered the rain from her arms. Droplets wormed their way past her hair into her shirt collar, cold pinpricks pushed into her skin. The Doctor took off his coat.
"Let me help with that," he offered quietly. He shook out the fabric and draped it over the two of them, huddling against the wind. Rose smiled. She knew what to do with this.
She put her hands on his shoulders, her breathing still tinged with the shortness of a run. He gathered her hair in his hands and abandoned it as she slid her hands to his chest. She could feel a blush spread from her cheeks to where she and his hands intersected. His fingertips traced the curve of her neck.
"Rose Tyler," he said, stopping with his hands resting on her shoulders.
"Hm?"
"Feeling better?" She grinned.
"Much better, thanks."
The bus pulled up to the stop, wheezing against the rain's cold whispers. Rose looked at her Doctor. She took his hand.
"Shall we?" He smiled. Their TARDIS could've been anywhere—Africa, the South Pole, the moon—but nothing was going to stop them from a little exploring. He took her hand and helped her past the folding doors.
There was always something new to find, even if it was just a different way of travelling.