Here's Chapter 2! I quite like this chapter, bit shorter than last but…it's quality not quantity!!!!! Oh yes… this chapter has kindly been beta-d by MrssJW; Thankyou!!!!

Rose sat on her bed, thinking about him. Had he been joking? It hadn't sounded like he had, but with him you could never tell… She licked her lips nervously. If he had really meant it; if he really truly meant that he thought that about her; how did she feel about that?

In the control room, the Doctor couldn't settle to anything. He paced up and down relentlessly, hands buried deep in pockets. Had he upset her? He hadn't meant to, certainly, he hadn't meant to say anything. The TARDIS hummed nonchalantly in the background, and he put a hand on the console, soothing her.

What do you think old girl?

Oh I don't know…

"Gee, thanks," he muttered sarcastically "Mine of information there." He felt her send him a little shock through the console, annoyed. "Ouch!! What was that for?"

"Bonjour mademoiselle!" the Doctor shouted, crashing into Rose's room next morning.

"Huh…though we were cutting the French?" she murmured sleepily, rubbing her eyes. Then: "What happened to knocking before you come into a lady's room?"

He reverted back to English "Uh…" he doubled back to rap on the door, then returned quickly to her bedside. "Good sleep?"

She nodded, yawned widely, and sat up blearily. Her hair was tousled and tendrils of it swam across her features, as she swung herself off the bed. He looked at her. She looked back.

"Ok, I'm getting dressed now, so see you at breakfast," she said, propelling him out of her room. When he was gone, she looked around, glancing at herself in the mirror as she did so. God, she looked a mess! And what was she going to wear?

No Rose, think straight. This is the Doctor who's seeing you not…not who? She didn't really have a boyfriend, she and Mickey had drifted apart a while back, and right now, the Doctor was the most special guy in her life. So ok, maybe she should dress nice for him.

The Doctor looked up from his crumpled newspaper in time to see Rose enter. His jaw dropped as the paper slipped to the floor. She was in tight, black, skinny jeans and a low- ish cut top, pink with strappy sleeves. Her hair fell in a waterfall of pure gold to her shoulders.

"Doctor?" she said, sounding slightly amused. He nodded and grinned, incapable of speech, hurriedly retrieving the newspaper and hiding behind it. She smiled to herself, grabbed a few bits of toast, and plonked down next to him. It was a few moments before either spoke. It was Rose who broke the silence.

"Doctor?"

"Mmm?"

"I've been thinking about what you said yesterday." She licked her lips nervously "Were you serious?"

"Yes," he blurted stupidly. Damn, he could have pretended… "You don't mind, do you?"

"No!" she paused "Would it change us?" he said nothing, so she continued: "Well, us as a team. I really…well anyway, we'd be the same just together, yeah? 'Cause some people change, see. Like all they wanna do is be with the other person, not anything or anyone else. And I love you exactly how you are. Crazy, but I don't think you'd be as fun if all we did was…"

"Do you?" the Doctor interrupted, who had switched off completely since the 'I love you' bit.

"Yes!"

"Oh Rose…"

He leaned towards her, and unconsciously she mirrored his actions. She could see his eyes, dark as chocolate, pupils dilated with love. She could feel his warm breath on her face; hear both his hearts thumping in his chest. He tilted his head slightly, about to capture her lips with his. They were millimetres apart. Then, there was a crash, a thud, and the TARDIS lurched sideways, sending the couple smashing into the kitchen unit.

Mwhahahahahahahaha! Have to review if you want to know the next bit and yeh, probably no more posts till after march 5th, as I have two science exams!!!!! MAJOR PANIC ATTACK