Ok, this is my first Doctor Who fanfic. And judging by this one, probably my last. It's not particularly good but I've had the idea rolling around in my head for ages and I had to write it. So... I apologise.

Anyway, please tell me what you think…

"Will this do?" she asked, somewhat nervously, from the doorway to the control room.

She stood uncertainly as he scrutinised her appearance, finding herself feeling a slightly odd sensation in her stomach as his gaze methodically checked all of her.

"Fanta-" He frowned slightly as his gaze dropped lower, "What's with the tights?"

Rose blushed slightly. "Oh, you know, just felt like wearing them."

He looked at her like she was stupid. "I did tell you it was going to be around 30 degrees, didn't I?"

"Um, yeah," confessed Rose.

"And I seem to remember mentioning hours of dancing in hot rooms?"

"That too."

"So obviously, knowing that it's going to be very hot, you decided to wear tights."

"Looks like it," answered Rose, uncomfortably, from the doorway.

"I would've let it go if the only issue would have been you overheating," he grinned at her, "but unfortunately, they haven't got tights where we're going."

"What, never?" she asked, not sure if he was joking or not.

"Nope, never. So I suggest you get rid of the tights."

She remained standing in the doorway. "So I guess I should go change then…."

"What? Rose, just take the tights off. I know you're a human, but your intelligence shouldn't be that limited."

She stared at the floor a bit longer. Taking a deep breath, she bit her lip and looked up at him. "Fine, but do you have a razor I could borrow?"

He stared back at her, clearly confused, "A razor?"

"Yeah," answered Rose, heatedly, "a razor."

She sighed as he continued staring at her blankly.

"You haven't done your research very well, Doctor. On earth, women have this strange habit of shaving their legs. And I am not removing the tights without first using a razor."

"Oh!" He exclaimed, recognition finally dawning, "the removal of female body hair. Of course. I'm sure I can get you a razor. This is the TARDIS, after all," He gazed around his ship fondly, until he suddenly froze, clearly remembering something. He hastened to the other side of the control room where he pulled open a cupboard type thing and began rummaging through it. It looked to Rose like the cupboard had appeared from nowhere - and actually, considering she was on the TARDIS, it probably had. Finally, the Doctor straightened up and walked back over to her, triumphantly holding out a slightly blue metal device.

"Um, Doctor," she said, taking it curiously, "where I come from, razors don't look like that..."

"It's not really a razor. It was designed by a former companion – bit of a scientist, she was. Anyway, it removes hair permanently. After a few uses, mind you. Not that I've ever used it."

Rose held it carefully in her hands. "Why'd she leave it behind?"

He shook his head at her sadly, "Not very quick today, are we? If it removes it permanently, she obviously wasn't going to need it forever."

"Oh, right," answered Rose, feeling a bit stupid. She stared down at it, wondering if it would be difficult to work out.

"I shouldn't worry about working it," said the Doctor, cheerfully, "It was designed by a human, after all."

She punched him on the shoulder and turned to leave the room. "Won't be a minute," she called over her shoulder.

"Fantastic," grinned the Doctor, wandering idly back over to the controls.

He didn't hear her re-enter the room. So he jumped a bit when her voice exclaimed loudly from the doorway, "Bloody good machine, that."

He looked over to see her putting her shoes back on in the doorway. He stared, transfixed, as she carefully did up the straps, crossing them around her ankles.

"So are you saying that if I use that thing a few more times, I won't ever need to shave again?" she asked, grinning up at him.

He wished she'd stop running her hands over her legs like that. It was making it bloody hard for him to focus.

"I think so," he said, vaguely, desperately trying to to tear his eyes away from her legs. An alien could start thinking really improper thoughts watching sights like that.

"Pretty stupid idea to remove body hair," muttered the Doctor, gruffly, "Don't you humans realise that you're removing one of your body's main methods of heating?"

"How can it be wrong when it feels so good?" joked Rose, touching her smooth legs one last time. The teasing smile faded slightly when she caught sight of the Doctor's face.

She straightened up quickly and held her arms out at the sides. "So, am I ok now? Correct costume for the planet – which, by the way, sounds totally mad. How can one planet have solely adopted a single time period from earth?"

"The universe works in mysterious ways, Rose Tyler," he said in a fake mystical voice. He nodded his head appreciatively as he took in her appearance, the brightly coloured, almost obscenely short, mod dress looked great on her perfect figure. Her hair was carelessly loose in a way that only another woman would be able to tell she had actually painstakingly styled. "You'll do," he said, flashing her a manic grin.

"Thank God," she smiled back, walking into the room, "Can we go now?"

"Fantastic," he answered, by holding out his arm.

She slid her arm through his and laughed slightly. "How come you always say that?"

"Say what?" He answered agreeably, steering her towards the door.

"You know, 'fantastic'?"

"What kind of a question is that? Lots of people – or aliens – have favourite words."

"Just wondering."

"Well, if you must know," he said, pausing just before the door and lowering his voice, "one of the reasons I'm so fond of it is because it sounds a bit like a Gallifreyan word."

"Really?"

"Yeah. One that translates roughly as, absolutely super and fucking brilliant in every imaginable and conceivable way. But that's a bit long. And rude. So I tend to say fantastic."

She stared up at him, a smile threatening to take over her whole face, "And what's this Gallifreyan word, then?"

She blinked a bit as he pronounced it.

"Come again?"

"Ocjinoktihenaton."

"Ok, Doctor," she laughed as he swung open the door and they emerged from the blue Police call box, into harsh sunlight, "I think there may be something wrong with your ears. There is no way that sounds like 'fantastic'."

He tugged self consciously at his ear lobes, "There's nothing wrong with my ears, I'll have you know. It's humans who have the poor hearing. I mean, on your planet, the people can't even communicate with the pigs properly. Which is a shame considering they'd learn so much more if they could."

Rose threw her head back and laughed loudly. The Doctor looked down at her closed eyes and open mouth curved upwards into a smile. He hadn't meant it to be entirely funny – it had been true, after all – but he was glad it had made her laugh. He liked it when she was happy. And she hadn't been that happy since the thing with her father.

They walked along in a companionable silence for a while, both smiling idly.

Finally, Rose seemed to come out of her private daydream and looked curiously around her.

"Uh, Doctor, what are we doing here?"

I'll try and write more soon.

But in the meantime, please can somebody review? I'm very laidback. So if you want me to quietly disappear, say so. I won't mind. Much.