So far I have been focusing on Rose more than the Doctor, but we all the love the Doctor (especially when he is played by the lovely David Ten-inch :P) So let's have a nice little look into this nice little life he is having to lead, shall we...

Originally this chapter went a little differently, but with a similar ending, however I thought they were arguing a little too much so I changed it.

Disclaimer: Is there actually any point in pointing out the fact that it isn't mine. I mean we all know I'm not the creator of the new series of Doctor Who, hell I'm fifteen years old.

The Devil that is Domestic

Nine hundred years of travel in time and space and this is what it all comes down to.

He hadn't gone to work today. How ridiculous did that sound? It made him sound common. Like the man who had nothing better to do with his life so went down to the pub to drown his sorrows. He wasn't in a pub of course, that would be past ridiculous.

Three and a half months. Time was ticking away. Nothing had happened for him. He had not witnessed an event of historical significance, hadn't stopped a war, hadn't prevented Armageddon.

Here he was the great Doctor, The Oncoming Storm, sitting at a bus stop at half past ten on a Monday morning. Several buses had passed him by but he hadn't even considered getting on a single one of them. He should really just go back to the flat. Rose had a cold so she wouldn't be that much fun to talk to, but she would be company at least.

So what if SpaceStar fired him, he didn't enjoy working for them. All those humans in shiny suits strutting around, inspectors they were called. Inspecting the work of the design team as they strove to make a craft that was faster and more efficient than whatever model had come before it. Such primitive designs, fantastic, the work of humans, but primitive compared to the complex make up of the TARDIS.

Of course there weren't any TARDIS left now, why, cause he'd gone and bloody lost the last one in existence. How the Timelords would laugh if they could see him now.

His hearts ached as he thought of his home. It had been so beautiful. Even the cities. He looked about him at the towering skyscrapers, reaching high into the clouded, grey skies. The city of London wasn't beautiful. He loved London, especially in the 21st century. However he didn't find it beautiful. Especially now that he had to live in it.

He was living with Rose which was the silver lining, he still had her, for now. She'd been a right pain at times but that was all sorted now. Wasn't it? She had been right though. This wasn't what he wanted and he needed to do something about it, but what could he possibly do? Perhaps he should talk to Rose about it when she was feeling a little better, this evening perhaps. They needed to start making some new plans.

Sighing he got up from his seat, stretching his rather stiff limbs. He'd go for a walk, talk to the locals, see if anything mysterious was going on, something that needed investigating. He plucked the sonic screwdriver from his pocket,

"The last time I used you was to fix the decompresser." He noted sadly.

He didn't get a response and would have been rather shocked if he had. He twirled the sonic in his fingers put it back in his pocket and set off on his own mini adventure.

"So I guess ya arn't local?"

The Doctor let the question hang in the air for a few moments while he contemplated the different answers he could give the woman. He could tell her the truth, which was probably a very stupid idea, or he could lie.

"No I'm an alien." He opted to be silly, he was in a silly mood after all. It was the sort of mood one gets in while they are very bored and frustrated.

The woman at the hot dog van eyed him suspiciously. Noting the look she was giving him he couldn't help but make a comment,

"Hey I assure you I'm less suspicious than your hot dogs."

"Oi! What you sayin 'bout my hot dogs?"

The woman reminded him of Jackie Tyler so he decided to take the comment back, besides, being rude wasn't exactly going to get him any information,

"Um nothing, they look delicious, eat one myself but I only just had lunch, tell you what I'll come back tomorrow!"

"I'm closed tomorrow."

"What a shame, what a great big shame," what a great big lie more like. "Tell you what though, before we started this silly conversation, the previous one," He dropped all the hilarity from his voice and gave the woman a meaningful look, "Tell me about these mysterious men."

The woman leant forward so that she was practically hanging out of her van, she lowered her voice, "Been walkin round the centre, all in big black coats. Had one come right by the van just yesterday and I swear his face was a little too green."

"Hadn't been eating hot dogs had he?"

The woman ignored him and continued, "And there have been disappearances. People just vanishing, Sally George at number 23," she pointed down the street, "she was one of these posh sorts, had her own semi detached house and all that. Unlike the rest of us who all have to make do with a flat. Well she was s'posed to be doin some charity thing last week, 'cept she never turned up and when people went looking for her, well they couldn't find her put it that way."

"Really?" He had to admit he was intrigued. This could be a proper little mystery or perhaps a great big one. Then again it could just all be random and totally unconnected.

It had been totally random and totally unconnected . Sally George had simply moved to the US, the other disappearances were all rumors and were non existant. As for the men in black coats, they were inspectors from some City Sanitation organisation and did not have green faces, in fact they were all quite nice and the Doctor smiled as he remembered one paticular bloke and his pollution theory. All total bollocks of course. A shame because he ahd been looking forward to a bone chilling adventure. It seemed he wasn't going to get any of those. He was British citizen now, according to his new ID, and British citizens in this time, it seemed, didn't get to have bone chilling adventures.

It was getting late and it had started to rain. The plasma screens on the sides of buildings were all showing adverts, one screen played an advert for a new TV show, Partners in Time, it was about the adventures of a couple as they travelled through time and space. The Doctor smiled at the irony of it before sighing heavily, it was time to go home.

"Back!" He called as he shut the door behind him.

He turned to see Rose standing before him, pink fluffy dressing gown, tousled hair and yesterdays makeup still present, but rather messily on her face. Arms folded, she was glaring at him.

"Your work called." she sounded very stuffy but the Doctor couldn't feel sympathetic, he knew full well what was coming next.

"I feel terrible," she coughed as if to prove her point, "so I'll cut it short, you got fired."

"Ah. Well about that." He just knew this was going to happen.

Rose sighed, "Doctor, I know you hate this as much as I do, perhaps more, but I can't support the both of us on my own."

"Well technically you wouldn't have to if I just tapped into the-"

"You are not stealing money from the stupid bank."

"Not my fault the credit system isn't invented yet, then I wouldn't have to steal money I could just alter the cards so that-"

"Well I wont be around to see the credit system invented."

"Don't talk like that."

"Well tough, it's true, we need to think about this more seriously."

"Changing your tune a bit." He remarked dryly. One minute she was all Doctor get us out of here, now she was coming out with the total opposite.

"I still want to leave this place, but I know that might not happen."

"So you want a backup plan."

"Yeah," she smiled, now your getting it.

"I don't think you are."

"Excuse me?"

"Rose I'm a Timelord."

"I know that, and I know it's hard for you, It's hard for me, and I was born in London."

"Then can you act like you know." His words came out a little harsher than he meant, they made Rose flinch.

"Don't you want to do this?" She sounded hurt.

"No, I thought you had just made that observation."

"I mean with me."

What was she talking about, of course he didn't want to live in this poky flat with her. He wanted to back out there, exploring the universe, showing her all the wonders that it had to offer. He loved it when each time he took her someplace new and that huge smile and look of wonder would grace her face. He basked in it, her reaction was contagious. He had seen most of these things before however she gave them all new meaning.

"I want...I want..." He wasn't sure what to say, this shocked him as he rarely shut up.

She was crying, why was she crying. She walked, almost ran, up to him burying her face in his neck.

"I'm so sorry, please don't go away." Her voice was muffled

He was confused now, very confused, "Rose I'm not going anywhere. I can't go anywhere."

"But would you though?" She was looking directly at him, searching his face for the answer she wanted.

Did she? No she couldn't possibly think he wanted to leave her. There was no way he was going to do that. He had promised Jackie he would look after her. Even if he hadn't promised her mother, it would take a whole universe to keep him away from Rose Tyler.

"If I could I would give you my forever."

"I'll give you mine, if you want it."

"I do." He coughed nervously. That seemed to set Rose off who pulled away from him, her hands over her mouth as coughs wracked her body. Humans were so prone to these silly colds.

I'm sorry." She said when she recovered.

"What for?"

"Well I've been quite selfish really."

"Your human Rose." He chuckled. Bloody humans, bloody fantastic humans.

"You know what we need." She asked him.

"A TARDIS." He hadn't meant to say that, he hoped she ignored it.

"A holiday."

"Well if you used the word adventure instead of holiday..."

"Adventure!"

Quite right too, come on!" With that he went over to his barely used bedroom, time to pack a few necessities, he knew exactly where they should go.

"Rose you have ten minutes, pack your stuff, we're going to France." With that he practically ran through his door. Throwing open his wardrobe and draws he pulled clothes and various bits and pieces out and threw them onto the bed. When Rose didn't answer him back he popped his head around the door,

"Rose?"

"Doctor, I'm not too well right now."

"Ah, well yes, best leave it a day or two then."

Ah the Doctor and his random changes of mood. I wasn't too pleased with this chapter so it would be useful if you reviewed and gave me your opinion.

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