Rose was about to lean up and kiss the Doctor when Amy Pond emerged from the hallway. Amy had a melancholy look on her face when she saw the so very close proximity Rose and The Doctor were standing. It was almost as if she was thinking of somebody, the Doctor noted.
"I found a room," Amy said, slightly reminded of her first day on the TARDIS. "It's so nice of you to let me stay here until we rent out a flat."
Amy was interrupted by the roar of a garage door opening. "That must be mum and dad," Rose grinned. "I'm starving!"
The three were soon greeted by Jackie's annoyed voice. "What's he doing here?! And who's that!?" She criticized.
"He's just here for dinner," Rose told her mum calmly.
Jackie narrowed her eyes, studying Amy. "You're the girl I saw on the street yesterday! And you're wearing the same clothes! God, you're like him, do you two ever change?!"
"Her car with her stuff was stolen," Rose explained. She motioned to the Doctor. "Sort of like him."
Jackie sighed, Tony beginning to wail in Pete's arms who was coming up behind her.
"Alright fine, dinners in ten, just get the girl some clothes for God's sake!"
Rose couldn't help but snicker at her mum's rudeness before leading Amy up the stairs. The Doctor began to follow, but halted after Rose shot him a disapproving glare. No way was she letting him near this girl while she was changing. He could see enough of her legs as it was.
"Come along, right this way," Rose motioned Amy up a long wooden staircase.
Amy shut her eyes, a wave of homesickness chilled her was the Doctor? The Doctor with his magical blue box and his bowtie and his "Come Along Pond!" God she missed him.
She followed Rose into what must've been Rose's bedroom, as it was decorated mostly in pink. A blue suit that must've been John's hanging over a blue swivel chair placed before a modern-looking computer.
Rose rushed over to her shelves to swiftly push down several pictures of The Doctor in the TARDIS with her. If Amy was an alien, she could assume she was trying to get her hands on the growing TARDIS.
The closet door screeched as it was pulled open by Rose's hand. The sound made both girl's nostalgic for the familiar TARDIS hum.
Both girls said nothing.
Rose shrugged. "I don't know your size, so just pick whatever you fancy."
Amy nodded, rummaging through the closet, trying to refrain from being too nosy. She grabbed a short denim skirt and the top that best suited her before heading to Rose's bathroom to try it all on.
Rose sat down on her bed, listening to the loud thumps of the Doctor's footsteps as he bounced up the stairs to meet her.
She felt him creeping up behind her, but she didn't say anything to give him the small satisfaction of being sneaky.
"Guess who?" He said playfully, causing Rose to grin, and blush at his touch.
"You really can't sit still for five seconds," She mused. The Doctor nodded. "Unless you're sitting in front of the telly of course. So after dinner you are headed straight back to the TARDIS and sleeping there. Until you get a job, then you can move in with me!" The Doctor raised his eyebrows.
"Shhh…" The Doctor shushed. "She might hear us! You can't tell her about the… Box thing," He hinted." Rose rolled her eyes, letting out a loud laugh at the Doctor's "mysterious" voice.
"She's not gonna hear, and Doctor, somehow I doubt that an innocent shopgirl happens to be an evil alien out to kill us.
The Doctor booped Rose's nose, obviously amused. "Wouldn't be too far fetched," He quipped.
Rose giggled, grasping his hand as he twirled a lock of her hair in his fingers.
Amy tore off her own skirt, keeping only her leggings as she replaced her outfit and camisole with Rose's. It fit loosely in a few places, but it would do.
She grabbed the door handle, about to reveal her look to Rose when she heard Rose and John's voices from outside.
"And sleeping there- till you get a job of course, then you can move in with me!"
"Shhh, she might hear us! You can't tell her about the-" John's voice lowered out of earshot.
Were they talking about her? And hear them what? Amy was all but drowning in curiosity as Rose let out a hearty laugh.
"She's not gonna hear!" Amy could barely make out the words after that, something about a shop girl.
Her heart ached in curiosity as she slowly pulled open the bathroom door to find the two sitting on Rose's bed.
"How do I look!?" She spun around, flailing her arms outward to mimic her Doctor's little happy spin he did when he had solved some complicated problem. John opened his mouth to speak but was silenced by daggers shooting from Rose's eyes.
"You look great! Much better than I do when I wear that!" Rose stated, giving Amy a grin.
The Doctor crinkled his eyebrows over his forehead, obviously disagreeing with his girlfriend's statement. Amy took one look at his face and laughed, making him even more confused. "I'd better leave you two alone for some quality time, I see."
"Why?" Rose's voice was laced with an almost distrusting undertone.
"Your boyfriend over there seems a bit confused by your comments on my outfit," Amy said with a cackle, flouncing out the door. Once the door slammed shut behind her, she sank down against the wall. John Smith's face had reminded her far too much of the looks Rory gave her when she made a casual self deprecating comment. God, how she missed him.
Meanwhile, Rose sat in a very un-ladylike position in her comfy leather desk chair and swivelled around to face the Doctor, who was lying on her bed. "What did Amy mean? What was wrong about what I said? Do you think she heard us?"
The Doctor looked back at her meekly, his brown eyes peeking out from under long lashes. "No, no, it wasn't that. I don't think she's realized anything, at this point. Which is good."
Rose smirked at the Doctors clear embarrassment. "Well? What else could it have been?"
"I just... Well..." The Doctor paused to run his gangly fingers through his hair. "I don't understand how you could possibly think that she looks better in your clothes than you do."
Rose's voice was hardly a whisper when she responded. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you're the most beautiful creature I've ever met, all pink and yellow. And I've been alive for over 900 years, so I just don't get how you don't see what I see."
Rose looked at the Doctor in wonder. He said that she was beautiful so matter-of-factly, like there was no questioning that Rose Tyler, a boring human shopgirl, was the most beautiful creature in existence. Yes, she had been with the Doctor for two years since the last moment with the actual Doctor, the one with the real TARDIS and two hearts and everything, but she had spent the first six months of their time together feeling guilty and wondering if she could actually trust him. She had been so closed minded and harsh with him, and he had waited and given her as much personal space as he could while she pretended that she hadn't felt something so... so powerful when they shared their first kiss on Bad Wolf Bay. And eventually, when she had accepted her feelings for him, they fell into a pattern of bickering and joking around, just like before, with a few passionate makeout sessions and intimate moments sprinkled few and far between. But they never actually talked about where it was going, never had the big conversation where they had to define their relationship, and the Doctor never seemed to realize that normal human girls needed to be told that they were pretty by their boyfriends. He never noticed that Rose's carefully built self confidence wasn't as legitimate as it seemed.
And then he had fallen into a rut when Torchwood closed and started watching horrible soap operas all the time, which at first Rose thought would help him learn more romantic gestures, but really had just taught him the atrocious habit of yelling at the telly.
But now apparently she was the most beautiful girl in the world. And, for whatever reason, he thought she was "pink and yellow", but she was going to ignore that bit until she could ask him about it later.
For now, she just looked at him with a small smile on her face, counting the miniscule freckles crawling across his skin, and silently thanked Amy for bringing out something in her Doctor that she hadn't seen in a really long time, if ever.
"Did I say something wrong?"
Rose laughed. "No! No, you dummy, you said everything right."
The Doctor was about to reply with a snarky "Oh? Did I?", but then Rose got out of the office chair and kissed him passionately on the lips, pushing him down onto the bed, and the comeback died in his throat.
Subconsciously, he reminded himself to tell Rose that she was pretty more often.