Not many people noticed the big blue box as it materialised in a private garden of Notting Hill. But this wasn't entirely unexpected.
It was early Sunday morning and not many people were up and about yet. Even if they were, they still would not have paid any attention to the sound of the universe or the flashing of the stark blue light. The human race in general was just too preoccupied with their silly little existences to pay any attention to the curious events that happened around them.
It probably could have materialised around them and they still wouldn't have noticed.
It was a fresh young morning when that big blue box materialised. The rushing of the rotors echoed through the trees.
The door opened, and a man poked his head out, looking around, taking in his surroundings.
He lit out a satisfied grin before he popped back into the box.
If any humans were unique enough to notice the big blue box, all that they would have heard would be the scraping of furniture and the occasional expletive.
Rose woke up alone but comfortable in the room and the bed that she and the Doctor shared. This wasn't unusual though, since he didn't seem to require, or just didn't bother with as much sleep as her.
But he normally stayed with her, curled up until she fell asleep. After that, he would carefully extract himself so as not to wake her, and spend the rest of her night cycle in the library reading or in the console room tinkering.
So she really wasn't worried in the slightest that he wasn't with her. He hardly ever was.
She got out of bed reluctantly. Since she had been using his bed, he Doctor had been trying to make it as comfortable as possible. He hardly bothered when it was just him, hardly ever using it. He'd succeeded a little too well in Rose's opinion. She'd be quite happy to spend every minute of every day in that bed. Or she would if it meant the Doctor staying in the bed with her. It really wouldn't be very much fun without him.
She made her way into their large en-suite, to perform her morning routine and to have a shower.
Stepping back into their room afterwards, Rose began to feel somewhat put out. Usually, the Tardis would inform the Doctor when she had woken up and he would either join her in the shower or be waiting for her in their room when she came out.
Come to think of it, he had been acting a little strangely when she had got back from the match the evening before. He had been quiet and subdued. Almost as if his inner ramblings were giving him trouble again.
Rose put her little worries to the back of her mind and went off to find the Doctor, dressed simply in her bathrobe.
She tried all the usual places. The console room, the library, the kitchen, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. Making her way back to the console room, she dropped herself down on the sofa and expelled a short breath of air in frustration.
It was then that she heard the noise coming from just outside the Tardis doors. It sounded like…a very familiar voice, humming a little hum.
Making her mind up, she got up from the sofa and walked calmly but determinately to the doors. Opening them gently, she was shocked to see the sight that waited for her.
"What are you doing Doctor?"
He was sat on a deck chair, next to a table laden with breakfast goods and another empty deck chair to the side of it. He had a newspaper spread out on his lap; his glasses perched on his nose and a thoughtful frown upon his features. He wasn't even fully dressed. He was wearing his blue lounging shorts and an old grey t-shirt under a barely tied bathrobe. He didn't even turn to look at her as he answered her question.
"I thought it'd be nice if we had breakfast in the garden this morning, it being such a lovely day and all. Sit down."
She sat down gingerly. She pulled the bathrobe tighter around herself. It was the only thing she was wearing and this was technically a public place.
The Doctor put down his paper and moved to pour some tea for Rose. Full tea set and all, teapot and milk jug included. He'd even managed to find the traditional sugar lumps. He popped two lumps into her teacup, (willow porcelain no less) added a dash of milk and then stirred methodically. He passed it over to Rose's side of the table before returning his interest to the newspaper in front of him.
"Doctor…this is a public garden…and neither of us are fully dressed."
"Nonsense…this is our garden now, so we are fully within our rights to take breakfast here. Fully clothed or not."
Rose sat there uncomfortably confused as she sipped her tea.
The Doctor made a strange uncharacteristic grunting sound deep in his throat at the newspaper, brow still furrowed in deep concentration. He reminded her of her mates Dads when they had a lazy morning on a day off at work. He seemed deeply engrossed in whatever information the newspaper was providing, only taking his eyes away to take a sip of his tea or to scoop some melon balls into his mouth.
"Interesting paper? What's going on in the world then?"
"Um…I…don' know actually."
"You don't know?" Rose gave the Doctor her best incredulous look. "You're reading the bloody paper for Gods sake."
He gave her pitying eyes over the rim of his glasses as he shook his head and made odd tut and tsk noises at her.
"Oh Rose…Rosie Rosie. This isn't a current newspaper you silly ape. They're far too dull for my quite frankly superior intelligence. No…this is a newspaper from the year 4174."
"What's the point of reading a newspaper from 4174 when it's currently 2007?"
"Well…the cartoons are more intellectual."
It was Rose's turn to shake her head and tut. He was just so completely hopeless at times.
So she busied herself with preparing her breakfast. The Doctor really had gone all out. There were melon balls, bacon and eggs, orange juice and croissants.
The Doctor had laid down his newspaper and was watching her intently. He could suddenly see the benefits of domestic. He found he was actually enjoying it quite immensely. The way the early morning sun shone in her golden hair. The way the trees and flowers made a backdrop, enhancing her beauty. She really was divine. The birds sang, and it sounded like it was just for her. She was the reason that the world turned.
She had noticed him watching her. It felt good too, his eyes studying her. Taking in every single detail. She gave him a sidelong grin to indicate that she was aware of his gaze.
He grinned right back at her, taking her hands, stilling them from the preparation of the breakfast. He pulled her around the table, leading her gently to him. She settled in his lap and laid her head against his shoulder, nuzzling her nose into his neck. He picked up a melon ball and put it into her mouth. She gratefully accepted it and pulled his fingers into her mouth, with a satisfied smirk.
He gave a soft groan and turned his head so he could see her properly. He was greeted with a full on grin, tongue between teeth and all. In that moment, all he could think about was capturing that tongue for his own.
He dipped his head down to hers and caught her lips in a heated and searing kiss. He gathered her tighter in his arms, leaning into the kiss and her body, as tongues fought for dominance. Her arms drifted around his neck as his searched out her thighs. Getting a good grip, he hoisted he both up and out of the chair in an impressive show of strength and balance. She wrapped her legs around him and clung to him tightly as he shoved the breakfast things off of the table onto the ground with an almighty crash.
Before she new what was happening, she found herself lying back on the table, legs still secured around the Doctor, as his hands went up into her bathrobe, discovering her skin and making a claim on it. Her hands wound up in his hair, twisting through it as his lips moved from hers, down her jaw line, teeth nipping at her neck, tongue tasting her pulse point and down to her collar bone.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?"
The Doctor and Rose leapt apart, scanning around for the source of the intrusion.
Standing not ten meters away, just by the side of a thick wall of trees, stood an irate looking 60 something man. He was carrying a walking stick and glaring daggers at the couple. Rose quickly looked down to check that her bathrobe was still tightly secured around her body. She didn't want to go flashing an old man. She couldn't deal with the guilt if he had a heart attack or something.
"YOUNG PEOPLE, NOT GIVING A DAMN ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE AROUND. PARADING THEIR SINS…IN PUBLIC NO LESS. IN A PRIVATE GARDEN. LITTERING TO BOOT."
The Doctor looked down guiltily at the remains of breakfast lying at his feet.
"YOU…SINNERS…NO RESPECT FOR JESUS. NOT APPROPRIATE. NOT FULLY DRESSED."
The Doctor and Rose were starting to feel quite nervous by this point. The old man was still shouting, but he was not shouting at them, he was shouting about them. He was completely ranting at them like they weren't even there. Trust them to get caught out by a crazy old coot!
"CRIMINALS. DRUGS I BET. WELL…THE POLICE SHALL HERE ABOUT THIS…SCOTLAND YARD…S.A.S."
With that, the old man ran off as fast as his tired arthritic legs could carry him, brandishing his walking stick in the air.
Rose and the Doctor simply watched him leave, identical expressions of shock on their faces.
"Right…not how I expected breakfast to go. Rose…I think it might be time that we leave…before that scary guy gets us arrested for trespassing or public displays of lewdness or some such.
"I think you may be right Doctor."
They quickly tidied the mess they had made and bundled all of the furniture back into the Tardis. Before long, all that could be heard in the garden was the twittering of the birds and the sound of the universe as the Tardis dematerialised.