Doctor In Love

Chapter 5

I deleted the other chapter, this is the new and improved one(i hope) with Scotland and all that instead of CardiffXD

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own anything but my insanely thought out plot. 'Ang on a minute…I own a banana! –Raises triumphant banana– that and all those severed ones that I promise I'll send all of ye who read and review. –hint hint, nudge nudge–

AU: honestly, how can Doomsday happen when they're in love with each other? Actually, it did happen and they were both in love…crap. Oh well. You know what I mean. We all wish it didn't happen.

Me feel bad for being so late. –sniffle– sorry.

.Skyper.

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Doctor In Love

Chapter 5: Apologies

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Rose burst into her mum's apartment, her cheeks flushed from her refreshing run out of the park and her eyelids slightly drooping with very much needed sleep. Jackie turned from where she had been helping Mickey who's been choking, remember? and looked questioningly at her daughter as if to ask, 'what just happened?'

Rose sighed and mumbled as she collapsed into the nearest chair, "Sorry 'bout that. I'm kind of…sleep deprived."

"Rose – " Rose's glare that suggested her mum drop it, for once stopped Jackie in mid sentence. "Fine."

Rose looked over at her mum in surprise, shock and astonishment. Apparently Mickey felt the same way, because he started choking again. Mother and daughter both ignored him.

"Where's him?" Jackie asked Rose after a moment's silence.

"Don't know," Rose replied abruptly and turned to Mickey, who had just gotten over his – this makes it, what, fourth – choking fit, and was in the midst of gingerly sipping at a cup of water. "So, what do you want me to wear tonight?"

This – unfortunately – sent Mickey into another bout of choking, and Rose sighed in irritation. "Just stop drinking; you'd think you would have learned after the 3rd time!" Rose snapped and wrenched the glass from his hands. Water spilled all over the table. "Oh, bloody…" Rose muttered, mumbling off words that are not printable here. She grabbed a cloth from the sink as fast as lightning, and then swiped up the water in ten seconds flat. Second time today, she thought without humour.

However, she didn't have much time to dwell on it any longer, for in blew the Doctor, as breezy and as light as his entry.

"Hullo," the Doctor said cheerfully.

"Mummph, ghhurrr. Hrr." Rose mumbled in his general direction, incoherent. The Doctor eyed her critically as she took her seat and slid her head down on the table. Apparently the caffeine hit hadn't lasted as long as she had thought it would.

"Ah, the poor thing," Jackie exclaimed, glaring at the Doctor. "Look what you've done, making her run all this way! She's tired."

"This is not 'tired', Jackie," the Doctor replied firmly, sweeping over to gently raise Rose's chin. She was already asleep. "This is exhaustion… past it. I'm taking her home." The words were out of his mouth before he could catch them.

He earned another hard glare from Jackie, and Mickey stilled, looking up. "This is her home," he told the Doctor icily.

The Doctor kept his gaze. "Not anymore." Mickey lowered his eyes and wilted.

"She'll sleep here, Doctor," Jackie protested, her eyes sparking.

"No she will not," the Doctor replied firmly, holding his own. He would let Jackie Tyler win on many things, but keeping Rose was not one of them. "I'm taking her back to the TARDIS." He paused. "We'll stay in your living room if you want."

Jackie looked deep into the Doctor's eyes and realized how much those words cost him. "No. I want my daughter safe and sound, Doctor, but I want my living room back. I'd never thought I'd say this, but your presence is stifling. Eight o'clock sharp. Be prepared to get domestic."

The Doctor let out a sigh that he tried very hard to hold in. He bowed his head. "Fine." Mickey moved to pick up Rose, but the Doctor beat him to it, carefully and tenderly scooping her up in his arms. His gaze hardened when he met Mickey's, and for a moment the young man challenged him; then he stepped back submissively and allowed the Doctor to pass him, Rose's head secured gently on the crook of his arm. The Doctor swept into the TARDIS, gently juggling Rose in one arm while he fiddled for his key with the other. He managed to gain entry though, and he made his way to Rose's bedroom.

The Doctor kicked open the door gently with his foot, and made his way through the clean room to the bed. He gently laid her down on the coverlet, and pulled back the duvet.

He took time with the little things; gently tugging off the elastic band that held her perfect half-ponytail in place, slipping off her shoes, wiping away the traces of tears with his thumbs (more like wetting his thumbs then brushing them soothingly across her face), plumping up the pillows for her and setting them out properly so that her neck wouldn't get a crick. He laid her down softly on the bed, and very lovingly covered her with the heavy blankets snugly.

Rose shivered even so, and turned on her side, even in her sleep. The Doctor sat on her bed beside her, and watched her sleep, every once in a while his fingers moving gently across the contours of her face, marvelling at her beauty.

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Rose awoke to the smell of aftershave and the feel of something smooth, warm and light moving across her face. She twitched and opened her eyes, inhaling as she did so. It was the Doctor. And what he was doing felt so good. To make it even better, he was smiling at her.

"Hi," she whispered shyly, smiling. The closeness was enough to leave her breathless.

"Hullo, sleepyhead," the Doctor teased. Rose frowned thoughtfully.

"How long was I out?"

"Thirty, forty minutes, give or take," the Doctor replied, shrugging.

"Ooh…I think I need more."

The Doctor gave a chuckle and a small smile. He hesitated, and Rose smiled encouragingly back at him. "Think I could join you?"

Rose practically squealed with delight, but managed to keep it in. "As long as you don't snore," she told him sternly, but her eyes glowed.

"Me? Snore?" he shot back, toeing off his trainers and slipping off his jacket and tie. He hesitated some more, but Rose had flipped back the other side of the duvet for him. He gave her a grin and slipped in beside her. "Cold?" he asked when she shivered slightly.

"Well…" before she could finish he was cuddling her against him, his back up against the headboard and her head snugly against his chest. Rose gave a sigh of contentment. This was absolutely heaven.

"You need some more sleep, Rose. Try now," he suggested.

"Do I have to?" she whined.

"Rose."

Rose sat back up and gave him a good-natured grin. Before she could help herself she reached up and snogged him. She felt him respond and tighten his arms subtly around her, his tongue gently prodding entry. She granted it, and heard a small growl come from his throat in return. This in itself startled Rose, and she backed away instinctively, her mind immediately retreating back to Scotland.

"Rose?"

She surfaced at his voice and came back to reality…she was gasping against him, her head against his chest once more. His voice was clear concern and slight puzzlement.

"Doctor?" Hers was full of fear and startlement (if not a word, just made it one XD).

"Rose, what's wrong?"

"You were…kissing me, and…suddenly I heard a growl…and I immediately thought back to Scotland."

"Werewolves?" he guessed.

"Yeah."

"Oh, Rose." He cuddled her closer to him and she felt the ultimate softness of his shirt. "I promise it won't happen again."

"Please don't let it," she whispered, her voice husky. Sure, she had been afraid when they had faced the Werewolf, but her mind had brought her back to the moment when she was alone, about to die, and the Doctor hadn't been there. Rose felt emotions begin to overwhelm her. But he had promised – she had trusted him – and he had come. But what if next time…what if he couldn't – didn't – come? What then?

"Come 'ere, Rose," the Doctor whispered against her cheek, even though both of them knew it was literally impossible for her to move closer. He held her breathtakingly close and raised her trembling chin, as if guessing her thoughts. "I will never ever leave you, Rose Tyler," he whispered fiercely – right before he snogged her.

Rose allowed herself to close her eyes and get lost in the wonder of it.

The Doctor pushed away gently with a soft chuckle and rested his head against her forehead briefly. "That's all for now. Go to sleep."

Rose sighed mockingly and snuggled closer to the Doctor. "Goodnight, Doctor."

"Goodnight, Rose."

Rose fell asleep to the sound of the Doctor's two heartbeats and his hand stroking her forehead.

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Rose awoke to find the space beside her cold and empty. The Doctor was gone. Rose sighed, sunk back and moaned against the pillow, beating her fists against it. Why couldn't he have just been there when she woke up? It shouldn't matter so much, but oh, it did.

She threw back the duvet and was about to get up when she heard whistling. Oh great, she thought groggily, the happy one. I bet he's going to start singing 'Good Morning'. Just what she needed. A sentimental and overly cheerful Time Lord. Rose sank back down into the covers and curled up into a ball.

"Go away," she mumbled, groaning as someone entered the room. Obviously the Doctor.

"You awake?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?" the Doctor asked again. Rose didn't bother to face him. He could turn her over if he wanted her to see him.

"Yes I'm sure; do sleeping people hold conversations?"

"Well, now that you mention it…" the Doctor scratched his chin as he plopped down on the bed beside Rose, grinning. "I don't know."

Rose groaned. "What time is it?" she managed groggily.

" Six O'clock p.m. You, missy, should get up now. You don't want to be late for your date. Hey, I just made a rhyme!" And he was back to whistling again. Rose felt a rush of cold air at her feet and she instinctively curled her toes when he flipped back a corner of the duvet. What was he doing…? Oh. Rose kicked without mercy as his fingers merrily tickled the heels of her feet.

"Stop, Doctor!" Rose shrieked when his fingers moved from up her foot and down her leg.

"I'll only stop if you turn around and look at me," the Doctor told her, and even without seeing she could tell he was smiling.

"Fine." Rose whipped around and the Doctor's lips met hers. She gave a soft moan and slid her arm around his neck.

"'Nough," the Doctor murmured (how she didn't know), leaning back and resting his hands on her shoulders.

"What was that for?"

"It was your reward." The grin he gave her was amazing.

The Doctor produced from behind his back and before Rose could comment, a brimming cup of tea and a slice of chocolate. He presented them to her.

"For you, to keep you going," he explained as she took them and bit into the chocolate, while taking a sip from the still-hot tea.

"Thanks Doctor," she beamed at him, and he smiled back.

"Oh, and here's a banana." He waved it in front of her face as if she should be envious of him for holding it.

Rose groaned, shoving it back into his face. "You can have it."

The Doctor grinned. "Bananas are good for you, Rose. Aren't you going to take one to tonight?"

Rose blinked. "Tonight?"

"Party. Mickey. Dancing. Rich people."

"Oh yeah." Rose felt really dumb, and she flushed red with humiliation.

"Okay, there. I thought you had lost your mind for a moment." The grin he gave her was purely infectious, and she found herself smiling back. "I'm sure you'll have a good time." He was still smiling and grinning like crazy.

"Yeah…" Rose sighed and frowned.

"What?"

"I still wish I was going with you."

"Rose – "

"I know, I know. It's a good opportunity to see more of Mickey," Rose interrupted, making a face. "After all, he is my 'boyfriend'. I've had it from my mother – I really don't need it from you, Doctor, thank you very much." With that, she turned around and curled, her back against him.

The Doctor sighed and retreated to the hallway, realizing that the discussion was over and that Rose would never get out of her bed unless he left.

It was going to be a long night.

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R&R, please! Me love to give bananas! –Manages to get several tiny pieces of severed bananas into Time Vortex– maybe I'll try again. Hmmm…. They're coming. It takes ages to get used to this thing. –Kicks it– Ouch.