Rose was the first to emerge from the TARDIS, she inhaled as she felt the wind mess with her curly hair.

"Any sign of aeroplanes, bomb shelters or scary men with moustaches?" the doctor called from behind her.

"Nope, sea, sand and hotels" she laughed back.

"So where we going?" the nineteen year old girl asked.

"Wherever you want" the doctor told her, taking his physic paper out of his pocket and waving it in her face.

"Well we better book a hotel.." She nodded, thinking rationally.

"Hello? We don't need to, we can stay anywhere we want" he boasted, referring to the magical paper again.

She shook her head at him and sighed.

"Yeah, ok you win" she said with a smirk. The doctor just laughed, not because she was sometimes a bit slow, but because he just found it natural to. He felt relaxed in her company, maybe to relaxed, he thought to himself.

He reached down into his pockets again, and pulled out some leaflets. "Pick a card any card!" he smiled.

Rose raised an eyebrow, laughing lightly.

"You what? you gonna pull an umbrella out of there next time?" she asked, before licking her lips, a smile spread across her face.

The doctor took a moment to understand her joke.

"Ah, Mary Poplins! great film but predictable ending, did look fun flying them kites tho!"

"You wanna fly a kite?" Rose asked in disbelief, trying to hold back her laughter.

"Maybe, but for now pick a card!" he nodded, holding out the leaflets in front of him as if they were playing cards.

"Ok" Rose agreed, closing her eyes and holding out her hand.

She stretched out her arm to far, and her hand reached his wrist, so he gently picked it up and placed it on one of the leaflets. The feeling was back as he moved her hand, and it wasn't going to go away without a fight.

"The Grand hotel" Rose announced after opening her eyes, and they glanced up to meet his.

"Sounds posh" she commented as they crossed the road.

"Ah well Margaret Thatcher, Tony Blair had their Labour conferences here, someone tried to blow Mrs Thatcher up in 1982,3?"

"Getting your dates mixed up again?" Rose smiled as they walked down the seafront.

"Well it's hard when you have a brain as big as mine, so much information to handle" he nodded.

"You are so full of it" she automatically remarked, and her memory trailed back to what seemed like a lifetime ago, when she was with the old doctor, her doctor, but this just proved what she already knew, he was still her doctor.

"No wonder my mum slapped you.." she continued as they carried on walking to the hotel, which was now in sight.

She expecting him to answer with a sarcastic comment, but the next thing he said touched her heart.

"Well, she doesn't know me as well as you.." She smiled nervously back at him, feeling Goosebumps beginning to form on her arms, and he noticed this.

"Lets get you inside before you freeze like a...pasty" he said quickly, and she laughed as they entered the hotel.

There was a short queue at reception, Rose stood in line as the doctor carelessly looked around the lounge of the hotel. She looked back at the doctor wondering around the place and smiled, when she felt someone bump into her.

"Sorry, sorry, ohh" the man stuttered as he looked down at Rose who had turned to see who had pushed past her.

She shook her head, smiling again.

"My fault, wasn't looking where I was going.." she laughed.

The man was tall, but not as tall as the doctor. His eyes were a shade of blue and his hair was a sunny blonde.

"Problem?" the doctor asked, after walking over when hearing Rose's explanation.

"No, erm" she thought.

"Troy" the young man introduced himself.

"She's Rose and I'm...James" the doctor nodded.

Rose let out a small laugh, before turning back to Troy.

"Well nice to meet you, Troy"

"The same to you" Troy nodded; he looked at the doctor and then back to Rose, sending her a wink.

Rose blushed and looked to the floor, she wasn't sure why, but she couldn't look the doctor in the eyes. The doctor was glad she didn't look up, as his eyes were the true key to his emotions, and only now had they been this readable. His eyes were full of envy, a very clear emotion.