A/N: I'd like to point out this is a romance/friendship story for those who have said they'd like to see a bit more action away from John and Rose. It will get to that later on, the TV version saw all the action after a short period of time, I wanted to give more background to what happened to John on his arrival and how Martha dealt with contending with both Rose and matron as love rivals. The key point to remember is Rose is out of her time, I'm not giving any more away. Also, someone asked if this is going to become 'M' rated, it may get a little steamy but I'm not intending altering the rating. Thanx for all the great reviews!

On another note, 'Doomsday' will play a big part in the upcoming chapters as John and Rose try to find the connection between them and John's dreams.

Rose was sat on the sofa as John slowly revealed his recurring nightmare. He was now pacing the space in front of the table at the side of the sofa, avoiding looking at her when he'd finally finished. He was aware of the time, it was late, they'd both heard the curfew bell though on Friday nights, hardly anyone took any notice of it, the boys were too busy letting off steam and the staff were huddled in one room or another with a crate of beer with only two staff members trying to round up the students and missing most of them. The headmaster had long since given up on Friday nights and just left them to it, barring emergencies of fire or invasion, then he was expecting everyone present to do their appointed tasks, sober or not.

Rose never interrupted him, watching him pace up and down and not letting on if she believed him or not.

"Say something Rose, please."

"What can I say? You saw me being torn towards goodness knows what, a wall, those creatures or something worse. Why is your dream never complete?"

John ran his hands through his hair, something he now enjoyed Rose doing. "I don't know, maybe it's because it's not complete, like the ending is still open but the last one, there was a figure, in black appeared, I don't know the significance of that, maybe the figure came to save you, when I couldn't."

Rose got up and stood in front of him. Her heart was breaking for him, having to hide this from her for days. He'd been afraid to tell her she was most likely going to die, perhaps a terrible death or worse than death, to be hurtled into the unknown and what was even worse was, he had to watch helplessly or risk being caught in it himself, there was little choice for him.

"John, listen to me, maybe that figure does save me and isn't it better than the alternatives?"

"Maybe but who is it Rose? Who comes to save you when I can't? Why did that creature have to knock the lever you were trying to hold back, why couldn't it have been mine?"

"Because you're more important than me, it was meant to happen that way," Rose said sadly.

John reached his arms out but Rose just stood there. He wanted to comfort her, hold her and kiss her and tell her it all worked out and they stayed together but he couldn't, not until the dream was complete.

"No Rose, I'm not more important than you or anyone else. I know how I felt, seeing you letting go of that lever and I was unable to do anything."

"But you would have done, had you been able. From what you said, the man you are in your dreams, that's what you do, all the time. Well, you've told me now and I'm still here, aren't I? When you finish your dream, then you'll know how it ends, won't you?"

John just looked at her. Who was she? She was becoming the most important person in his life but there was something else about her. Anyone else would have gone running at the mention of these creatures he now somehow knew were called Cybermen and they were battling other evil creatures called Daleks as when he had relayed his dreams to Rose, the names suddenly came to him and now, it all seemed so real but how could it have been?

Rose was the one to approach him and hold out her arms. "Am I still invited to stay then? It must be late, the bell went ages ago and it's gone quiet out there, I heard talking a while ago. It's a good thing no-one does a bed-check."

John smiled and put his arms around her, kissing her forehead. "You still want to stay? After all that?"

"Well yeah, it would be a shame to waste the new underwear I just bought, wouldn't it?"

"Rose Tyler, you amaze me and I want to share something very special with you, if you'll let me? I want to ask you, properly. Will you spend the night with me, please?"

Rose never hesitated as she looked up at him. "Yes John, I want to spend the night with you but you'll have to be patient with me, I've never spent the night with a man before but I know you won't do anything to hurt me. Teach me John, teach me what it's like, to be with a man."

"Oh Rose, it would be my honour and pleasure to teach you all that I know about a man and a woman being together but I must confess, I may learn a few things myself along the way, I've not had a lot of experience myself in that department but I'm sure we can discover it – together."

"Mmm, I'm sure we can. Have you set your alarm clock? I don't want Martha to find me here in the morning, do I?" she smiled.

"Oh no indeed but I've locked the door so she won't just wander in but you may be missed my love. Now come here and show me this new underwear you bought to impress me."

"Ah, Ah, first I have to run to the bathroom, I'll be back in a tick."

She retired to the small washroom in the corner, John had been thankful he'd been given one of the few rooms that afforded such luxuries though it only contained a basin and toilet but it saved him walking to the end of the corridor all the time. While she was gone, John began getting ready for bed, getting out a white vest top he'd promised Rose could wear, once he'd got a very good view of her new underwear then helped her out of it. He'd noted she was less shy about it than when they had begun this and now he was pleased she'd not run away despite what he'd just told her and if that hadn't put her off, he doubted that when the end was finally revealed she would and that she'd take in her stride.

He still had lots more to explore with Rose Tyler, the young woman who'd been appointed his maid just over a week ago and things had escalated very quickly from him boldly suggesting they spent last weekend out in the town and a nearby village to him inviting her into his bed. If all went well tonight, tomorrow he would suggest she put a few things in a canvas shoulder bag he knew she had and they would spend the following night in a hotel, where there would be no fear of any of the staff or students catching them. As Rose came out, John was now just in his shorts and his under-shirt, unbuttoned, which he didn't normally wear when he knew Rose was coming to visit but with him going out and it was cold, he'd not wanted to catch a chill.

"Oh, a challenge tonight?" Rose teased as she took hold of the hem. "Mmm, can I wear this in bed then?"

"Well, if you insist my love but you'll have to take if off me first, won't you but before that, you have to be on an equal par with me, it's only fair."

As Rose's long grey skirt fell to the floor, John was unbuttoning her top and pulling it over her head, revealing the new cami-top she'd just bought, a red and white one with delicate pale pink flowers, a pink bow and lacy around the edges and which revealed more of her than the others had done. The top rested on her pink silky knickers that were a lot shorter than the ones she'd previously worn and showed off most of her legs and she'd already taken off her black stockings though she always did and John had never actually seen her wearing any apart from the first few times but he fantasised about rolling them down her legs and taking them off for her.

John let out a low whistle as he surveyed her, taking in every inch of her and wishing he possessed one of those cameras to take a picture of her like that so he could carry it around with him everywhere he went when he was apart from her.

"You are beautiful, my rosebud," he whispered as he put his arms around her and began kissing just across the top of the cami.

Rose began ruffling his hair and pulling on his neck for him to kiss her lower down as he moved one hand to move the top out of the way, revealing more of her. After he kissed his way across, he took her by the hand and led her across to the bed and sat her down after she fingered his vest top again and pulled it over his head and leaned close to him as skin touched skin. He lay her down against the pillow and climbed onto the bed after her, Rose's arms still around his neck and him still trying to kiss her cleavage that had been revealed even more as she moved until he could no longer wait and pulled down the straps then pulled the article over her head.

Rose was more than enjoying the feeling of him now fondling her and kissing his way across, changing between ruffling his hair and her arms on his back until he took her hands and moved them lower to below the waistband of his shorts then Rose got the hint. He smiled and went back to what he was doing, paying Rose's cleavage very close attention.

When Rose had not gone back up to her room, Martha knew she'd been right, they were probably in his room snogging each other's faces off. She had gone back down to the kitchen, Rose had come in for the drinks and she'd tried to goad who she supposed had become the only real friend she had in the school and the village, in fact the whole invented thing and she planned paying another visit to the Tardis the next day because she knew the Doctor was falling in love with Rose Tyler all over again.

It had been inevitable that he would become infatuated at some point with a member of the opposite sex but did it have to be another incarnation of his lost love? Why couldn't it have been her? She supposed he'd never even taken the fact he could fall in love with a human into account when he'd changed, what sort of person was he that he didn't think it would become possible? He must have been in love at some point, probably with Rose though she doubted he'd ever confessed it to her. If he had, he wouldn't have been moping about all the time, he would talk non-stop about her but instead, he'd just looked like he was thinking about her if she said something to him, like she was constantly snapping him out of his daydreams.

Martha knew full well though why he'd been so instantly attracted to this version of Rose. Deep down, there was still something of his old self there, buried deeply but enough to allow Rose into his life though he'd said that he'd have enough awareness to let her in but he was now thinking less of her and more of Rose to the point it was taking him over. Now, she would have a really hard job getting him to open the watch when it was safe because he would never want to leave Rose, even though he never knew in his present state it was for the second time.

She had noticed that morning that he'd left some sort of journal out on his writing desk but she'd only moved it to dust the desk, she'd not dared touch it though for fear of him telling her off and the watch thankfully was still on the shelf, undisturbed. She was a little troubled earlier when she'd missed what Rose had pointed out in the night sky, some sort of shooting star by what Rose had said but it had disappeared before she'd had chance to see it for herself.

There was nothing she could do anyway, she couldn't warn the Doctor in his present state of mind, she would just have to keep an eye out the next time they went out but Rose had said she was going into the town both Saturday and Sunday with whom she'd pretended was another man but it was bound to be John, they were making less of a secret of it now and the boys who had started the wager would be sorely disappointed when the two of them were more open about their liaison and getting caught by matron or the headmaster was the least of their problems.

She knew that if the family did eventually find them, John would defend Rose with his life if he had to, he would certainly not think twice about giving them what they wanted to preserve what he had found again with her, which was probably a lot more than they'd originally had back in the real world but how could she tell him how dangerous it would be? If the shooting star Rose claimed she had seen earlier was them looking for him, was he well enough hidden that they wouldn't detect him just yet and were they just hunting every past and future time to see if they could detect any signs of him?

How did they know though that he was still on earth? Maybe they'd already searched other planets and earth was the last place they'd tried - which meant they would eventually run out of years to try and hopefully, it would take the rest of the three months for them to do so.