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'I know all these tired cliches, but I still don't know which cliche to say. Coz cliches don't have any impact, so I guess I will be matter of fact. It's so good to know ya. That I just don't know how to show ya. I love you, you know that, Don't you? I Love You'
I Love You - The Ordinary Boys
The Doctor woke up, not suddenly, to his surprise, to the sound of soft snoring. He grinned as he made his sudden realisation. She'd stayed.
He propped his head up on his arm, watching her sleep. His Rose. She was slightly golden as she slept, which made her look even more beautiful, and-
"Stop staring at me." Muttered Rose, her eyes still closed.
"Wha-" The Doctor jumped in surprise.
"I've got the whole of time running through my head. I was dreaming about the fall of troy, when just as the soldiers attack, this great freckly face cuts through my vision, staring at me with a moony expression on it's face." She muttered, eyes still closed, pretending to sound cross.
He grinned. "Good dream, then?"
She opened her eyes and nodded.
"Hello." He smiled down at her, stroking her cheek.
"Hello." She smiled back, almost laughing.
They fell into silence again for a few minutes.
"Doctor?" Rose whispered.
"Mmm-hmm?" He replied, unwilling to divert his attention from staring at her.
"Could you stop stroking my cheek, please. It isn't a dog."
He sighed as he pulled his hand away.
"Thank you." She grinned at him.
They both went silent again.
"Soooo...." He said, finally.
"Where did you learn to do THAT?" Rose asked, giggling.
"I told you I was good at jiggery pokery!" He replied, grinnng.
She rolled her eyes. "Yes. But I'm guessing that wasn't the kind of jiggery pokery they taught you at timelord school."
"No. I've allready said, timelords didn't do jiggery pokery in THAT way."
"Well.... people round here won't know what you're on about if you call IT jiggery pokery." She grinned.
He raised his eyebrows "Then what SHOULD i call it, Oh great goddess of time?"
She whispered it in his ear.
"I'm sorry? What was that?"
She whispered it a bit louder.
"WHAT?"
"SEX!" She yelled.
"SEEEEEEEEEEEX!" He yelled even louder.
"SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEX!" She screamed.
"!" He roared, almost falling off the bed in his efforts to out shout Rose.
Somebody, presumably Jackie, yelled back "IF YOU DON'T BOTH SHUT UP NOW, I WILL COME UP THERE AND THROW YOUR PRETTY BOY OUT OF THIS HOUSE!"
They both collapsed into heaps of helpless laughter and fell back on to the bed.
"I think your Mum fancies me." He muttered, between giggles.
That stopped Rose laughing.
The next thing he knew, the Doctor was confronted with a face full of pink pillow as Rose whacked him on the head.
"OOWWW!" He cried.
"Should've done that a long time ago." She muttered.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" He cried again.
"Everything." Rose replied, primly.
Suddenly, the whack seemed much more justified.
"Your Mum's not my type." He whispered, hugging her to his chest.
"Oh. Poor her." She whispered, shaking her head, giggling.
"She looks like a peroxided tea leaf-" The Doctor was cut off as Rose thumped him again, but this time in his private area.
"I'll tell her you said that." Rose finally replied. He could feel her grinning slyly into his chest.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He cried "I'm sorry! I do like your mum!"
"Hmmph." She muttered, turning her back to him.
He sighed.
"Want me to show you just HOW sorry I am?" He asked waggling his eyebrows.
Rose turned to face him again, mouth opened to say something.
"I-" She was cut off by the ringing of her phone.
They both groaned.
"What do you want, Casanova?" She sighed, answering Jack's call.
"Good morning to you, too." Jack sighed from the other end of the phone.
"What do you want?" Asked the Doctor, repeating the question.
Jack gasped "ROSE TYLER! YOU SLY DEVIL!"
"WHAT?" Rose and the Doctor cried at the same time.
"Rosie... you're not trying to tell me that you guys are in the same room discussing national debt?"
"No." She replied, grinning.
"So... one can only assume..."
"YES Jack, I have been having wild monkey sex with my rather gorgeous half time lord soulmate instead of being at work. Now... why are you interrupting me?"
"I thought you might like to know that some bozo, who goes by the name of Harry Saxon, has just sent a message across the BBC saying he's gonna take over the world."
Rose burst into hysterical laughter as the doctor froze.
"Rose... Harry Saxon... The Master. He's really dangerous. Why is that funny?" The Doctor whispered.
Jack started laughing over the other end of the phone.
"You gonna come, then?" Asked Jack, once they had recovered.
"Yeah. This sounds too good to miss!" She giggled "You should see his face!"
"Seeya!" Jack chirped, cutting off.
Rose sprang out of bed and started pulling on her clothes. The Doctor did the same, staring at her worriedly all the while. Had she gone mad? You can't just BEAT Harry Saxon. Especially if toclafane were involved.
"Rose?" He asked, worriedly.
"YES, I know what I'm doing!"
"But-"
"NO, we're not going to die."
"But, the toc-"
"No toclafane. He hasn't massacred anyone yet."
"What are you going to do?"
"Brainwash him. And set him and his pretty little partner in crime up somewhere domestic. A florists, maybe?"
"You're going to turn one of the universe's most dangerous threats into a florist?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Is there something wrong with florists?" She asked, impatiently.
"No. Florists are good. Never met a florist I didn't like." He answered, quickly.
She grinned, and offered him her arm.
"I'm allowed to come?" He asked in surprise.
"Enough of being alone, remember?" She smiled back, slipping her hand into his.
"Off we go then." He grinned "Into time... AND SPACE!"
Rose sighed. "We're going to Torchwood first."
He kept his grin in tact "Righto. As long as we get into time and space soon."
"Of course." She replied, grinning.
Then, pulling her teleport around her neck, she pressed the button.
And they both disappeared, grinning madly at eachother.
Aww.