Alright, Chapter 2 is here! Please review and tell me what you think! I'm still not sure where this is going, it's mostly lovable fluff that needed to get out of my head and into a story. Enjoy.

I don't own Doctor Who.

The Doctor was working under the TARDIS console when he heard the blue doors open. He just managed to stick his head up over the grating in time to see his blonde companion come storming in, no shopping bags in tow.

"No luck?" the Doctor asked.

Rose sat down hard on the jumpseat and crossed her arms with a scowl. "Nothing! Mum is impossible to shop with, she hated everything I liked, I hated everything she liked, so we got nowhere, and besides that, there really weren't any good selections! Shopping on Earth is much less fun than I remember."

"Well, did you ask the TARDIS to find you something? I'm sure she could pull something from the wardrobe if you want."

"I know, I just thought it would be fun to find a dress with Mum. Guess I was wrong."

"I could have told you that!" the Doctor exclaimed with a smile.

"Oi!" Rose retorted laughing, "Mum is going to be at this wedding too so I expect you to be on your best behavior, got it mister?"

"Only if she is," the Doctor grumbled in reply, glad that he had managed to cheer Rose up a bit.

"Speaking of Mum," Rose continued, ignoring the Doctor's remark, "we need to leave in a few hours to meet everyone for the rehearsal dinner. Mum doesn't want the TARDIS anywhere near the event, so we are going to stay the night at a lodge. Wedding is about two hours drive from here."

The Doctor blinked at her. "I'm sorry, but did you just say leave the TARDIS?"

"I know Doctor, I don't really like it either, but one night and one day is all we have to survive. Can you do domestic for just a little bit?"

The Doctor just stared at her. How was this happening? "Do I have to wear the unlucky suit?"

"You can wear whatever you like," Rose grinned, "I won't push my luck that far."

The drive out to the country wasn't as bad as Rose had thought it would be. They had hitched a ride with Jackie's friend Bev, and the two ladies were in an endless conversation about wedding speculations: what the bride would wear, how many people would cry, if Keisha's Aunt Agatha had grown anymore facial hair. The Doctor and Rose were in the back seat having their own whispered conversation, heads close together, and constantly laughing, so the ride passed more enjoyably than anyone had expected.

Their destination was a quaint country village. It was small, filled with historic buildings, and surrounded by rolling green hills. After visiting some of the historic landmarks on a school field trip several years ago, Keisha had decided it was the perfect place for a wedding, and what Keisha wanted, Keisha made sure she got.

The lodge the guests were staying at was fairly modest on the outside, but Rose was a little surprised by the posh interior. It was larger than she expected, at least fifty rooms. She was already getting the feeling that Keisha was trying to make an impression and impress her guests, the place was definitely decked out Keisha style.

"Keisha reserved the whole place for the guests," Jackie said as they neared the front desk.

The man at the desk gave the group a once over. "Names please?" He asked, bald head shinning and mustache twitching.

"Think it's under Tyler," Jackie said.

The man slowly clicked through the computer, lazily scanning the screen. "Ah yes," he said after what felt like an eternity, "Mrs. Tyler and Miss. Bates are in room twelve." He handed Jackie a key. "And Miss Tyler and…I'm terribly sorry sir, but I don't have your name, Doctor….?"

"Just Doctor," the Doctor replied happily, glad to be in a room with Rose and not her mother, or worse, Bev. Jackie's friend had the strongest smelling perfume the Doctor had ever suffocated on.

The man raised an eyebrow, but gave the Doctor his key and pointed them in the direction of their room.

After settling into their room, the Doctor stared to fiddle with the sonic screwdriver and complain about being hungry, so Rose left to go look for some snacks. As it was a nice hotel, she figured the lounge might have something snackish that the Doctor might like. She was about to round a corner when she heard a sound that made her freeze. It was the voice of someone she hadn't seen in years, a voice she absolutely hated. Marissa Hedgeworth.

Rose peaked around the corner to see Marissa and another lady talking.

"Did you hear that Rose Tyler is going to be here?" Marissa asked the woman.

The lady giggled, turning slightly so Rose could see her a little better, and respond, "Isn't she the one who dropped out to live with that deadbeat Jimmy Stone?"

Now Marissa and the girl Rose barely remembered as Lara Finely, were both laughing. "Yep," Marissa said through giggles, "guess he dumped her and left her with a ton of debt. She was working in a shop for a while, a SHOP! Last I heard, she's been traveling around the world with a man twice her age!"

"NO!" Lara exaggerated, "that doesn't sound like Rose at all!" They laughed more at Lara's sarcasm.

"Well, not everyone can be as successful as we are," Marissa responded snootily. "She did grow up on an Estate after all."

Rose had had enough. She took a deep breath and calmly rounded the corner, smiling warmly at the two women. "Is that you Marissa? And you Lara?" the women froze in surprise. "I can hardly recognize the two of you. Have you had work done?" Rose asked innocently.

"My goodness, Rose Tyler, that can't be you!" Lara recovered first, ignoring Rose's comment. "How good it is to see you, how are you?"

"I couldn't be better. My best friend is getting married, I get to see some old classmates, and my husband and I get a little time to relax." Rose almost froze when she realized what had just come out of her mouth. She had been so focused on remaining composed and not letting her anger show, that the lie just spilled easily and unconsciously from her mouth.

"Oh, I didn't know you married," Marissa had found her voice. "I too am married; my husband Robert owns his own business. Lara's husband is a famous chef; he has how many restaurants now?" She looked at Lara.

"We just acquired an eighth location this month." Lara responded smoothly.

"How wonderful," Rose said, amazed by the self importance these women had. She groaned inwardly. And you think they are self important? You are making up a marriage just to look good in front of people you don't like! "Mine's a doctor," Rose heard herself say.

The women looked surprised, "Well, you have done well for yourself…"

"Rooooose!" The Doctor's voice interrupted Marissa's response.

"Speak of the devil," Rose said as the Doctor came striding down the hall.

"Look at what I found in our room Rose!" the Doctor said, holding up some chocolate mints and tea bags. "We could have a party!"

Rose stared at the Doctor for a few seconds, trying to think of how to make the situation work, but before her mind could think properly, the Doctor noticed the two women behind Rose.

"Hello there, I'm the Doctor, who might you be?" He said with a big smile.