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Chapter 11.

Oh no, how could she have been so stupid. Rose questioned herself. He had been going to kiss her, she was sure of it. But then her nervousness overwhelmed her and she had told him how this was all his fault. Noting the look of shock, hurt and anger on his face at her outburst, she felt more than a little stupid for saying that. Before she could apologise however, he spoke.

"How exactly is this my fault?" He asked angrily. "If you hadn't hidden my clothes, we wouldn't be stuck in here."

"Yeah, well if you hadn't put water balloons in my bed, I wouldn't have hidden your clothes." She replied getting angry herself. And," she continued before he could answer her. "While we are on the subject, what made you think putting chili powder on my clothes would be a good idea?"

"Seemed like it at the time. But it doesn't even count anyway because you found out about it and made up some bogus allergy to get me back." He answered petulantly.

"Yeah well I'm glad I did find out about it, if I had been allergic to chili, then what would you have done?" She asked.

"Not sure, what would you have done if I'd been allergic to the orange dye you put in my hair gel? He countered.

"Oh stop being such a cry baby. You wanted to be ginger you told me so yourself. And." With this she had to pause to take a breath. "What would you have done if I'd have been allergic to the golden syrup and feathers you dosed me with?

"What? Nobody's allergic to golden syrup and feathers, it's not even possible. Besides, I thought it was funny." He answered.

"Course you thought it was funny, you weren't the one standing there looking like a under plucked, over basted chicken." Came her shrill reply. He had nothing to say to that apparently, so they stood there in silence until she spoke again.

"How do you know that I faked the allergy to the chili powder?" She asked him.

"Hmm? Oh, when I got you into your room that day I spotted the duplicate outfit on the floor by your wardrobe. Then I realised that you had known about the chili powder all along." He answered.

"So, the cold bath you gave me, which could have given me hypothermia by the way, was your revenge on me for the allergies?" She asked sharply.

His anger had evaporated at this and he flushed slightly as he realised that she had him with that one. "Is there any answer I can give you that you're not going to hate me for?" He answered sheepishly.

She narrowed her eyes at him, closed the gap between them and gave him a slap her mother would have been proud of. The TARDIS sensed Rose's anger, and unlocked the door before the young woman kicked it down. Rose spotted the newly opened door, strode through it and wentback to her room.

The Doctor remained where he was, choosing to nurse his sore cheek. It was official. The Jackie Tyler slap was hereditary. Now when Jackie slapped him, he found that the longer they hurt, the longer you had to leave her alone for. Following that trail of thought, he determined that he ought not to get in Rose's way for three or four hours at least. Far from resenting her for slapping him, he was actually relieved she had. He deserved it for starting this whole prank war to begin with when she had done nothing to him. With a small sigh, he made his way to the library to think of a way to make it up to her.

Expecting not to see Rose until at least lunch time, the Doctor was surprised to say the least when he saw her at the entrance to the library not half an hour later. Rose walked over and took a seat next to him on the long sofa. "I'm sorry." She said softly. OK now he was confused. What did she have to be sorry for? It was entirely his fault. He proceeded to tell her as such. She looked up at him and cupped his still red cheek. Rubbing it softly she smiled sadly at him.

Unable to look at him any longer for fear of bursting into tears, she cast her eyes downwards and instead spoke to the floor. "Doctor, please take me home."