"Listen Rose, can I talk to you outside?" Mickey asked lightly ushering her outside by his hand on her shoulder.

"Uh," she looked back at the Doctor, "just give me a minute." She walked out with Mickey closing the door behind her. The Doctor ran up to the door peering through the peephole. He watched as Mickey talked to her trying to grab her hands as she pushed him away. He could tell how upset she was by the large amount of hand gestures she was using.

He continued to watch them until he saw Rose grab the door handle. Before he could back away from the door she swung it open hitting him in the face with it. He clutched his nose and let out a groan of pain. "John! I didn't...are you okay?!"

"He's fine," Mickey said as he walked in from the hallway, "he was just snooping on us and couldn't back away from the door fast enough."

"Mickey!" Rose yelled angrily at him, "Don't just stand there go get some ice or something!" She pushed him out the door again before turning back to look at the Doctor, "Oh John, you're bleeding!" She ran into the bathroom and came back carrying a box of tissues.

"I'm fine Rose, it's not broken, I think. Thanks," he took the box and shoved a handful of the tissues against his nose, moaning again from the newly created pain. "Mickey was right though I was spying, I'm sorry about that."

"Well I think this is fair punishment," she grabbed a hand towel from the bathroom and wetted it. She took the towel and slowly started to clean the blood off of his face after his nose stopped bleeding. "Why were you? Spying that is, why were you spying on us?"

"Well he's your ex isn't he?" She nodded and he continued on, "I guess I was worried that you'd, you know you'd," he didn't get to finish because she kissed him a large smile on her face.

"John, don't worry about Mickey, he's just the tin dog." All of these hints, they will stop, he couldn't let her know that he knew exactly what she was talking about.

"What?"

"The tin dog, you know like K-9?" after seeing the confused look on his face she shook her head, "Oh never mind. Don't worry about Mickey, he's not you, and I like you." There it was again the word that was so close to what he needed like, love, they were only two letters off.

"Here's the ice Rose," Mickey said coming back into room and handing the blonde a bag of ice. "So did you tell him yet?"

"Tell him what?" The Doctor said as Mickey went out into the hallway and wheeled in a small suitcase.

"John, Mickey doesn't have anywhere to stay tonight, and his flight doesn't leave until tomorrow and I was wonder if he…he could…"

She flashed him her large eyes, "fine, but just one night. Can we go now? I believe the city's calling."

"John, that's the other thing…I don't think we should go out tonight. You just passed out and now your nose may be broken and you've lost so much blood…"

He let out a groan, "Rose we're in Paris."

"I don't care; you're not going out tonight until I know that you aren't going to pass out on me. We can watch a movie or something." She ran into the bedroom flopping onto the bed and grabbing the remote.

She turned on the TV and started to flip though the channels. Mickey sat down next to her, and tried to get the remote from her.

"Right," the Doctor said to himself as he placed the ice bag on his swollen face. He walked into the bedroom and sat on the other side of Rose, grabbing her hand with his free hand.

"Rose, can't you find anything that's not in French?" Mickey whined as the Doctor shook his head.

"We're in Paris," the Doctor replied.

"Yeah what ever doc," Mickey said as he took the remote from Rose and started to flip through the channels himself.

"What?" Rose and the Doctor asked in simultaneously.

"Cause you're a doctor right? That's how you met Rose." They both knew how ironic Mickey's comment was.

"I'm a nurse," the Doctor replied.

"Right, not as good as a doctor is it?" Mickey said as Rose shot him an evil look.

"Mickey stop it." They were all quietly watched "You've Got Mail" in French and a few other French dramas, Rose and the Doctor making up fake dialogue as the movies went along. Mickey, who had fallen asleep on the bed after he had finished his room service meal, snored lightly through the last two movies.

After they finished the last movie Rose stood up letting out a yawn, "Well I'm actually exhausted from all the traveling and everything so I'll just sleep on the couch and you can sleep in here with Mickey."

"Rose, I don't know about that…"

"Once Mickey falls asleep he doesn't wake up for anything. So you can sleep on the bed with him, if you're worried just shove a pillow or something in between you two or something. Don't worry he's not a cuddler or anything. I'll sleep on the couch," before he could say anything she pecked him on the lips, walked out of the bedroom, and closed the door behind her. He sighed and then decided it was either the bed with Mickey or the floor. He changed into his pajamas and climbed into the bed shoving all of the extra pillows in between them.

This was not how he expected their first day in Paris to turn out. He had never expected to end up in a bed with Rickey, the tin dog. He heard a groan from Mickey as the other man rolled over throwing his arm around the Doctor and started to move in closer towards him. Not a cuddler, yeah right.

Hey guys, sorry I got a little carried away. I've just had a really bad day so I kinda took out my frustration through writing. Please write a review it would make me feel so much better, thanks!