I'm REALLY sorry. I am. I shouldn't have left this hanging for 2mths (my bad) . . . um, but on the upside this will seem like a nice random surprise because it's been FOREVER.

And hopefully, you'll find this next part funny.

I don't own Doctor who or the ability to post this fic in a consistent and timely manner.

AND OMG, How AMAZING was Eleventh Hour? S5 has reinvigorated my love of DW. Amy's the first Companion I've liked immediately since Rose.

Last time on DW: (I'm sure it's difficult to remember)

"If I didn't know better I'd say something was going on between you two." Said the Doctor dryly from the other end of the corridor. Jack cleared his throat and scrambled off Rose, easily pulling her to her feet with him.

"Just the usual battle of wills." Rose smiled, reaching down to pluck one of the 'feed sticks' off the ground. She straightened up and began pulling Jack down the corridor back towards the Doctor and the hungry weevil. "You sir, are just in time to feed the weevil." She announced.

"Aren't I the lucky one?" The Doctor smirked.

"So, where's the food, then?" Rose asked looking up and down the corridor. "Jack?"

Jack sighed, "Back that way." He said pointing back the way they'd come.

Rose sniffed and gave him a shove, "Well, go on then 'feed stick champion'." Jack shook his head and walked off to get the food.

"Got him trained well." The Doctor grinned. He looked her up and down, "And don't think I didn't notice what you're wearing. What is this dress-ups?"

"If only you were so co-operative." Rose replied, ignoring his question.

"No one can tie me down." He claimed proudly.

Rose scrunched her nose up, "Is that right? Well…I know plenty have tried, but none of them were me. Plus I have a lot of free time on my hands; you can be my little project." She reached up and wiggled his nose. " I know there's a polite person in there somewhere."

"Deep, deep, deep down. Hiding in a cupboard, wrapped in a blanket with his hands over his ears and his mouth gagged." Jack added as he walked up. He took the 'feed stick' from Rose, "So who wants first go?"

[5 minutes later]

"It's in my hair! It's in my hair! It's in my hair!"

"Sweetheart, hold still and I'll be able to get it out. Uh oh."

"Uh oh? Uh oh? Rose, What is 'uh oh'?!"

"Jack...what kind of food is this?"

"Rose! What is happening to my hair?!"

"Green, it's turning green."

"Jack!"

"Honey, he'd just find out by looking in a mirror."

"Well, how are we gonna stop him panicking now, huh? Doctor, please don't rub it you're making it spread."

"Green Rose! My hair's tuning green!"

"I know, I know. Jack have you got a sink around here?"

"Yep, through here. Oh, watch that bucket."

"Ugah!"

"Here, here. Jack turn on the water."

[silence and muffled sounds]

"Rose, I can hear you giggling. Stop it. It's not funny."

"Do I want to ask about the towel?" Martha asked as Rose, Jack and the Doctor walked back into the main room. The Doctor had a blue towel wrapped tightly around his head; he sniffed and strode off leaving the other two to explain.

Rose and Jack exchanged an amused look, waiting until he was out of earshot before speaking. "We had a little weevil trouble." Jack chuckled.

"There was a chemical reaction between the Doctor's hair gel and the weevil's food pellets." Rose explained. She ran her tongue over her teeth, "A very interesting reaction that the Doctor's not ready for the world to see."

"Ever." Jack quipped. Martha frowned, her mind racing with possibilities.

Rose walked over to the computer hub, casting a mischievous look back at Jack. "We were sworn to secrecy…but you'd have video surveillance down there wouldn't you? Then we could go one better then vaguely describing the situation."

Jack perked up, striding quickly over to her with Martha close behind. "Rose Tyler, you are full of good ideas today." He praised.

"The Doctor thinks you bring out the worst in me, actually." Rose smirked.

Jack pulled the keyboard over to himself and brought up the surveillance cameras for the lower levels, he rewound back fifteen minutes and gave Rose a big grin. "Gotcha!"

Rose put a hand on his arm to delay him a moment, she looked at Martha. "Prepare yourself, this is good. But you must never speak of it in front of him; I have to live with that man and he will be unbearable if he feels ridiculed." Rose instructed sternly. Then she grinned slowly, "But enjoy. He will find some way to wipe these tapes when he's thinking clearly again so this is your only chance."

"I completely understand. My lips are sealed." Martha promised, with a sympathetic nod. Rose gave a happy sigh and removed her hand from Jack's arm.

"Here we go." Jack warned pushing 'play'. Rose and Jack watched themselves, beginning back at the point where they'd still been in mock swordplay before noticing the Doctor watching them. Martha gave the two beside her a dubious look out of the corner of her eye, Rose and Jack ignored her and got engrossed in the screen before them.

The Doctor stood behind Rose rubbing her arms vigorously in the chilly air, personally Rose felt it was a little too vigorously. They stood outside the Tardis waiting for Jack. The Doctor had insisted she remove Jack's shirt and had replaced it with his brown pinstriped jacket- his reasoning being that it was warmer. Jack had needed to say a few more goodbyes and with the Doctor itching to leave Rose had suggested they wait back at the Tardis. It had been a good plan in theory, except now all his nervous energy was focused on her and her alone.

"Okay, look a little more friction and this jacket will burst into flames." She finally said reluctantly.

The Doctor stopped and looked down at her over her shoulder, "Oh, is that right? We've been studying up on our physics have we?"

"Yes, we have. We had to keep busy."

"Quite right-" Rose spun swiftly and punched him in the arm and the Doctor stopped in surprise.

"I swear to god, you ever say that to me again I'll…" Rose growled in frustration. "I'll make you eat your bloody screwdriver!" she snapped furiously.

The Doctor raised his hands in surrender at her glare and looked quite taken aback at her outburst. "Right…then." He swallowed hard. His eyes widened, "What I mean of course is that t-that's completely rational. And I suppose if there's anything that you say I could bring that up-" Rose gave him an unimpressed look. "At a later time." The Doctor finished awkwardly.

Rose closed her eyes and sighed, "I know it's not rational, okay? I know. But you really gave me a scare back then, I thought that was it…it wasn't fair. And I'm supposed to what? Live a 'fantastic life'? How do I do that without you? How?" Her brown eyes flew open and regarding him honestly, "How?" she repeated tearfully.

The Doctor took a gentle hold of the collar of his jacket, keeping her close and rubbing his thumbs absently across the fabric. He stared down at her, his mouth quirking up a little. "Rose, everything you do is fantastic." He replied sincerely and pulled her into his arms.

Rose sniffled into his shirt, "Everything?" she asked quietly after a moment.

The Doctor smiled fondly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Absolutely everything." He assured.

Rose pulled back a small fistful of his shirt still held tightly by one hand; she raised an eyebrow "I am so bringing this up next time you yell at me."

"Rose Tyler, I never." He protested.

She gaped at him, "Liar liar pants on fire."

"That happened one time." He said holding up a finger.

Rose giggled, "Making it all the more memorable."

The Doctor reached down to cup her chin, rubbing a thumb over her lips tenderly "I like it better when you smile. Rose Tyler, you are my one in six billion." He added looking down at her like she was only one in the world, everything in the past forgotten for a moment.

The moment was shattered when Rose pinched his side, "You fraud!" she cried. Laughing Rose looked away for a moment, "I cannot believe you stole that." She covered her eyes, "Or that you would think I wouldn't pick up on it."

The Doctor looked down at her squarely, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Rose studied him and mirrored the crossed arms, "Oh really? You don't remember our 150-hour x-files marathon?" she asked dryly.

The Doctor sighed, "Rose, I fell asleep, remember? You drew on my face."

Rose made a face at him. "It's not my fault you didn't notice for ages."

"It was hardly appropriate for you to wait for the locals to point it out."

"S'alright, they thought it was war paint." Rose said dismissively. "Anyway back to your little declaration, you can't possibly expect me to believe you didn't get that from the show?"

"Apparently I do."

They stared each other down and finally Rose cracked a smile. "Fine." She consented. Then pointed her finger at him, "But only because that was really very sweet – whether you intentionally copied or not." She clarified.

The Doctor smirked, "That's very big of you." He looked expectantly at her, "Well?" he asked finally.

"What?"

"Aren't you gonna say something nice about me?" The Doctor asked pouting a little.

Rose nodded slowly, and considered her words carefully. "You're right, Doctor." Then she smiled, "You always keep me guessing."

They were both silent for a moment then he raised his eyebrows, "That's it?" he asked disbelievingly.

Rose scratched her ear, "I'm sorry, you were expecting what?" she asked curiously.

The Doctor scrutinized her, "Well, I don't know Rose. Something more then telling me I'm unpredictable – I get that enough from strangers."

Rose grinned, picked up his hand, turned it over and pressed a kiss to his palm. "There, all better yet?"

The Doctor's eyes locked onto hers, he frowned slightly. "No, not yet."

She grinned and brought his wrist to her mouth, pressing another kiss there. She looked at him enquiringly.

"Nope." The Doctor answered her silent question. So she stepped a little closer, bent his arm and kissed his elbow.

"Still not there." The Doctor said shaking his head. Rose leant in and bent forward to kiss his shirt covered shoulder.

The Doctor drew in a breath, "Nope". She reached up and cupped the back of his head bringing him closer and pressed a gentle kiss to his neck. The Doctor shuddered.

"What about now?" she asked softly, still close enough that her warm breath fluttered over his skin.

"N-Nope." He said softly.

She tipped his face bringing it closer to hers, close enough that they were breathing the same air, "Really?" she asked amused. "What's a girl got to do for a little forgiveness?"

The Doctor smirked, "Rose, I honestly don't know." She leant closer, both their eyes fluttering shut. Rose kissed him properly for the briefest of seconds before…a beach ball hit the Doctor in the back of the head.

"Four!" called a familiar voice.

Well, I thought it was time for some fluffy Drose :D That alright with everyone? *looks around and sees no one* Ahh, you've all abandoned this, have you? Well, no matter it's almost done and I'm going to keep putting it up no matter what. The explanation for the beach ball gets a bit random and that X-files ref is in there because that's what I was engrossed with at the time.

Anyone still sticking to this fic like white on rice, despite my crappy posting skills?