Disclaimer: Yeah, like a mad, sixteen year old shipper-fan-girl such as myself is gonna own a successful TV programme like Doctor Who. Phhtt.
Summary: Rose/10.5 mush stuff.
Pairings: Duh! Rose/10.5.
Rating: K
Genre: General
Chapter Summary: The Doctor's keeping secrets…
It's been a few days, hasn't it? Sorry… I went to see 'The Lion King' in London (at the theatre, not the cartoon) it was dead good!! I went for my birthday (which was yesterday) And I was staying at a relatives… I almost didn't survive though… needed to write. What the hell am I gonna do when we go on holiday for a week next week?!
Anyway his stuff's too short… damn. Oh well.
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He seemed to be staring intensely at the sheet in front of him. His eyes were staring at the pages of some sort of notes; he eyes moving across the page at rapid speed. His face was rested in the palm of his hand as he leaned his elbow on the table. He seemed drained, his glasses were tottered slightly, slipping off his nose without him seeming to realise, but he read on, slight frown tugging his features.
Rose watched from the doorway, leaning against the doorframe and biting her lip a little. She walked toward him, and leant against the table. "Alright?" she asked casually.
He didn't look up. "Hmm," he nodded vaguely.
"Sure?" she persisted.
He looked up, as if he had only just noticed she was there. "I'm always alright." He gave a brief smile and looked back down the notes he was reading, tugged on his ear subconsciously.
She sat in the chair next to him, and glanced down at the papers on the table, however she didn't get the chance to see anything, as suddenly the Doctor stood up and snatched up the paper from the table. "I need to phone work," he mumbled an excuse, before he was out of the door.
Rose stared after him. She shook her head, beginning to wonder what the hell was on that paper that was so important for her not to see…
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The Doctor stared hard at the paper, then sighed and fell back against the sofa. The TV blared to itself out of the corner of his eye. Then the door opened and he shoved the paper quickly into his pocket, expecting Rose. But it was just Pete. He relaxed, relieved, though only slightly. The relief was apparently shown on his features though as Pete frowned at him. "What's that?" he nodded to the Doctor's pocket where his papers were.
"Nothing," the Doctor shrugged.
Pete eyed him suspiciously for a moment but said nothing. "Well, tea's ready anyway."
"Okay," the Doctor stood up and was about to head for the door when Pete held up a hand to stop him. The Doctor frowned, "What?"
"Rose is worried about you," Pete told him, his arms crossing across his chest.
"No need. I'm fine," the Doctor said.
"You've been very quiet," Pete the commented.
The Doctor shrugged, but said nothing.
"We're only looking out for you, you know?" Pete added.
"I know."
"Okay," Pete sighed. "Well, as long as you're alright."
The Doctor let out a laugh, "I'm fine, really."
Pete frowned ever so slightly, but apparently found nothing else to say and headed out the room, for tea.
The Doctor watched him go before taking out the paper from his pocket. He smiled at it warmly. The title read 'Willias Jewellers' and going down the page was a long list of different cut rings available. He looked at the third one down, and nodded. Large stone, and beautiful, just like her. Yes, he decided, that was the one.
He beamed as he thought of it fitting onto Rose's finger. No more necessary secrets, which had to be kept, soon. In fact, if all goes well, he thought with a grin, they might soon be vowing to never keep secrets ever again, with witnesses, and with Rose all in white.
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AN: Any point to that? I don't know… it's just to give the impression that things are going somewhere I guess… The more reviews, the faster the updates. Hehehahaha –cough- okay?