Disclaimer: Okay, so I know that it's been forever since I posted anything but believe me I'm trying. I've had 8 shows for the musical I was in, solo auditions for chorus, AP exams, 3 performances for chorus and 1 still to come, lots of homework, and on top of all that I got sick from over working myself but I didn't have the time to stay home. Needless to say I've been a little busy. I'd like to thank everyone who left reviews for me and I apologize for making everyone wait so long. I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint (and don't be afraid to tell me if it does). Don't forget to review! I still don't own Doctor Who – but I'm working on that! ; )

Rose's POV

I was dreaming a pleasant dream. It was the kind of dream you never want to wake up from because you know you'll forget it if you do. All I remember is seeing Sarah there, and the Doctor. The three of us were together and happy. Then something big jumped on me.

That big thing was Sarah's new pet, Lucky. He jumped on my bed and began to vigorously lick at my face. I sat up and pushed him away. As I wiped the slobber off of my face I sighed. There was no getting back to sleep now. So instead, I grumpily wrapped a small blanket around my shoulders and shuffled down to the control room.

"Hello there Rose," the Doctor greeted me with a smile. "What brings you in here at this hour?" I looked over at the bouncing golden menace that had followed me in. The Doctor laughed. "I see."

"Why does he only bother me?" I asked him. "Why can't he jump on Sarah's bed in the middle of the night? Or Mickey's? Why does he only insist on keeping me awake?"

"I think he likes you," the Doctor told me. "He just wants you to like him back is all. Unfortunately, he isn't quite sure how to make that happen. But he's trying see. He follows you around, and licks your face, and tries to be nice to you."

"And how do you know?" I asked skeptically. "Are you some sort of dog expert now?"

"Well I wouldn't say expert," he said. "Maybe just an amateur enthusiast or something."

"I thought you were supposed to be on my side," I reminded him. "The only reason we let him stay is so that we could show Sarah that having a pet is not a good idea." The Doctor sighed and looked between me and Lucky.

"Well I know but it's just –" He walked over and hugged the dog. "Look at the little fella Rose. I think he's kinda starting to grow on me." I looked at Lucky again and as if on cue he began to give me this sad, pleading look. The Doctor put his face next to Lucky's and tried to imitate the expression.

"Oh Doctor please stop that," I requested. He smiled at me.

"Why?" he asked. "Does it make it harder for you to dislike this beautiful thing?"

"No," I answered. "It's just annoying." He frowned and stood up.

"Annoying?" he asked. "Really? I thought it was kind of adorable."

"Well it was a little bit cute," I admitted. "But that's beside the point. You can make anything look a little cute." A large grin came across his face.

"Oh I can?" he inquired. "Anything? I can make anything in the entire universe look just a little bit cute? Like what?"

"Oh no," I said to him. "I'm not about to sit here and feed your ego. It's already big enough. And now you're changing the subject."

"Well what exactly are we gonna do with him?" he asked me. "We can't very well strand him in the middle of nowhere. And I'd hate to abandon him in some unfamiliar place. That would be just plain cruel." I sighed and looked at the dog.

"We can find him a good home someplace," I replied. "I'm sure we could find someone who would take him. But under no circumstances are we keeping him forever. The TARDIS is no place for an animal." The Doctor frowned again.

"Does that mean we have to get rid of Mickey too?" he asked. "Because I was really beginning to like him too." This time it was my turn to frown and the Doctor met my look with a wide grin. "Calm down Rose. I'm only joking. I wouldn't dream of getting rid of Mickey."

"That's not funny Doctor," I told him.

"You are absolutely right," he said. "Weeelll, maybe just a tiny bit funny. And when I say just a tiny bit I really mean big bit." I glared at him. "Oh come on Rose! It was clever!" I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe just a little," I smiled. "But in the meantime, what are we gonna do about my sleeping problem?"

"Why don't I tell Sarah that she has to keep him in her room at night," he offered. "That will expedite the process of getting rid of him and give you some sleep at night. Sound good?"

"Sounds great," I smiled. "Thank you Doctor."

Doctor's POV

A few nights after my talk with Rose, I was working in the console room when a sleepy eyed Sarah walked in with a teddy bear clutched in one arm and a blanket dragging behind her. She walked right up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist, letting the teddy bear and the blanket fall behind her.

"Daddy!" she said in a whiny voice. "He won't leave me alone! Why won't he leave me alone! When does this dog ever sleep!" I tried my best to contain my laughter and hugged the little girl.

"I'm sure it's just because he like you," I told her. "He wants to do everything he can to show it." She looked up and gave me the most tortured look she could manage. I couldn't help but laugh.

"It's not funny Daddy," she whined.

"It kind of is," I replied. "I had a very similar conversation with your mother not too long ago. He wouldn't let her sleep either."

"Ya know," Sarah sighed. "I'm beginning to think that keeping Lucky around isn't really the best idea. Do you think anyone you know might want a dog?" I smiled.

"Don't you worry sweetheart," I assured her. "I'm sure we can find someone who will take good care of him."