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Chapter 15- Sound

Wrrrrngh, wrrrrngh, wrrrrrngh.

Rose shifted in her bed, the noise just on the edge of her consciousness, but she was still too tired to fully wake up.

Wrrrrngh, wrrrrrngh, wrrrrngh.

She frowned in her sleep and grabbed for a pillow, covering her ears with it to block out that getting irritating sound. She sighed contently and kept dreaming.

Wrrrrrngh, wrrrrrngh, wrrrrrngh.

Rose groaned inwardly and squeezed her eyes together tightly, hoping that whatever sound that was, that it would go away soon. She really hated being disturbed. And the Doctor knew that, right?

Wrrrrrrrrrrrngh, wrrrrrrrrrrrrrngh, wrrrrrrrrrrrrrngh.

Apparently not. Rose huffed and kicked the covers off her body. She stomped around to find her slippers and her bathrobe so as not to give the Doctor the show of her knickers. Although, not that he cared anyways, he wasn't a normal bloke in the slightest.

Wrrrngh, wrrrrrrrrrngh, wrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrngh.

What was that blasted alien doing?

"Doctor!" Rose called. "Doctor, what's makin' that stupid sound?" She made her way to the console room but he wasn't there.

"Alright, Doctor, where'd ya go? Can't hide from an angry half asleep girl forever, yeah?"

Wrrrrngh, wrrrrrrngh, wrrrrrngh.

Rose ears perked in the direction the sound was coming from, and so she tried to follow it as best she could. She had a feeling if she found the source of the noise, she would definitely find the Doctor.

Rose sighed, and blew her bangs out of her face, clutching the robe tightly to herself and stomping off once more.

She checked the library, but there was nothing in there. She checked the kitchen, but he wasn't there either.

Rose frowned and paused to listen for the noise again.

Wrrrrrngh, wrrrrrrrngh, wrrrrrrrrrngh.

She headed off for a door to her right and opened it. There was no Doctor, but there was a light on in the room beyond it. Judging from the bed, he was in the bathroom.

How could a bloke make so much noise in the bathroom at...Rose checked the clock...2 am?

She banged on the door. "Doctor, what in heaven's name are ya doin' in there?"

But there was no answer. It must be because whatever he was doing was making such a racket. As if on cue:

Wrrrrrrrrngh, wrrrrrrrrrngh, wrrrrrrrrrngh.

"Doctor, seriously!" she yelled. "Some people need sleep! We're not all alien Time Lords!"

But all that happened was the noise picked up.

Wrrrrrrrrngh, wrrrrrrrrngh, wrrngh, wrrrngh, wrrrngh, wrrrngh, wrrrrrrrngh.

Deciding she couldn't take the noise any longer, Rose pushed through the door. The sight that greeted her eyes was not something she imagined at all.

The Doctor was bent over the bathtub, electric toothbrush in hand, scrubbing a spot on his shower, shirtless.

"Uhhh, I uuh-" Rose stammered, trying to think of something to say. The fact there was a half naked Doctor in front of her didn't help her much.

"Rose!" the Doctor exclaimed, falling over into the tub. "I thought you went to sleep!"

"Well, I was, but then your toothbrush woke me up," she replied, not taking her eyes off his chest.

"Oh! Sorry, I thought it wasn't loud enough. I suppose it's time to change the batteries again."

"Erm, right. It's just…what are you doin'?"

"There was-ah-something I spilled, and vinegar was the only thing to get it out. So, here I am!" He swallowed thickly.

"You spilled somethin' in the bathtub?" Rose asked incredulously. "What?"

"Oh, you know, Time Lord stuff, stuff you wouldn't understand. Important stuff."

"Riiiight. And why don't you have a shirt?"

The Doctor turned bright red. "Ah, that. Errr, it was hot, starting to get sweaty and all that. Why don't you have pants?"

Rose looked down at herself, and to her horror, the bathrobe had swung open, revealing her in her knickers and t-shirt.

"It's what I wear to sleep. Ooookay. Well, I'm goin' back to sleep. You have fun, erm, cleanin'."

"Rose, wait!" the Doctor called.

"What?"

"Now that you're up, d'you think you might uhm, keep me company? Or not! It's fine if you want to sleep!" he babbled.

"Yeah, sure. I s'pose I might as long as you hurry up. Still need sleep."

"Promise I'll hurry up! Thank you, Rose Tyler." The Doctor beamed at her warmly and her eyes lit up.

She sat on the edge of her toilet seat and watched him scrub. "So, we in your room, then?"

"Yeah. It's mine. You could uh, sleep here if you get too tired tonight. Don't worry, I won't be in it."

Her eyebrows raised at him. "You'd let me sleep in there?" She pointed to the dark room beyond the door. "You never even wanted me to know where it was!"

"Weeeell, you already know now, right? What's the use of keeping you from it now?"

"I s'pose. You gonna tell me what'cha spilled?" she asked.

"Nah, gotta leave you some mysteries about me still. Otherwise, you'd get bored staying here."

"Nah, I'd never get bored with you, Doctor. Never a dull moment!" she promised.

He turned the toothbrush off for a moment and turned to look at her. "You mean that?"

"Yeah."

"You got a, uh, piece of lint," he told her, "on your robe by your leg."

"I'll get it," she said.

"No! I got it, I mean." The Doctor leaned over and reached out to pick it off.

"Wait!" she tried to warn him beforehand, but he was already brushing her thigh with his fingertips.

A rush of pleasure shot through her body and her breathing went uneven. The Doctor let out a semi-gasp, or at least she thought he did, and pulled his hand away so fast, Rose thought it was going to rip right out the socket.

"I-uh-sorry, should've listened to you, Rose. Your, uhm, skin, is very smooth." He cleared his throat uncomfortably and turned the toothbrush on full speed, scrubbing away at the already clean spot.

Rose sighed and wondered when the Doctor would ever start acting like a normal bloke and just tell her he liked her already. But maybe he didn't?