I haven't finished this yet, but I will start posting it in small parts it's set after "Tooth and Claw" Heres the first bit!

Love, Hate and Envy - chapter 1

The doctor stood up when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. He laughed as he heard Rose's voice from the other side.

"House keeping!" she mocked.

He opened the door with a smirk, to see Rose holding up a tray of biscuits. It had only been about half an hour since queen Victoria had vanished them from Scotland, and she had wandered off into her room howling like a wolf, and laughing in between. He loved it when she laughed, it meant she was happy, and that's why he wanted to travel with her, because it made him happy.

"Ooo where did you get them?" he asked her, intrigued in the tasty looking snatch's.

"My mum packed me a bunch" she laughed, to which the doctor rolled his eyes and took one from the tray.

He took a bite and then started to ponder.

"You know, for NICE biscuits" he began "There actually not that… nice"

Rose laughed before trying one herself. "Hmm their to plain" she nodded. "Cherrybakewells are the best, my mum buys tons of them"

"Cherrybakewells are cakes" he corrected her, and she looked at him with a daring gaze.

"So where we going now?" the blonde asked, changing the subject.

"Well your keen!" the doctor grinned.

"Learned form the best, didn't I?" she laughed and looked at him lovingly.

"Course you did" he replied softly.

"So!" he beamed, changing the mood as it was getting a little bit awkward.
"I was thinking, how about we go to 1999?"

"Why then?" she asked him shyly.

"What were you doing for the new year?" he asked her.

"The Millennium? I don't know, properly at my mums" she laughed.

"How old were you 15? 14?" he wasn't so much asking, but telling.

"Yeah, isn't that dangerous, you know like when I went to see my dad…and I saw me.." she trailed off and he felt his arms automatically move around her to enclose her in a hug.

"It would be, but were not going to London, were going to Brighton" he informed her as he let go of her.

"Brighton? isn't it a bit rough there?" she asked, sounding worried.

"Maybe" he nodded. "But there's sea, sand and chips!" he told her, giving her his most cheesy, but gorgeous grin.

She smiled back at him, before standing up and turning to leave. "When do I get my tenor then?" she turned her head back to him gleefully.

"Your get it" he replied before he watched her walk out of his room, and got up and shut the door.