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The Doctor led the girls outside, trusting that they were following him. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his key to open the TARDIS doors. As he stepped inside his marvelous ship he heard Her hums greeting them as he made his way over to the console and wasted no time in setting in coordinates. The lights began to flicker, which he knew was the specific greeting for Rose and only her. He looked up when his activity wad done to see little Amelia standing in the TARDIS doorway, her mouth agape and eyes wide with amazement.

He waited for the typical response of how the ship was bigger on the inside, however the little ginger girl turned to him and Rose and said something he had never heard as a description.

"It's smaller on the outside!" Amelia said breathlessly.

Rose burst out laughing while the Doctor looked somewhat befuddled.

"Well, that's a first," he muttered to himself. "'It's smaller on the outside,' leave it to a child to state the unusual. Not even as amazed that it's bigger on the inside. A transdimensionsal ship that travels through time and space, and all it is is 'smaller on the outside'."

Rose rolled her eyes at his rude ramblings. She could easily kiss him quiet again but she was still miffed at him from the fact that he had kissed Martha. She really did not care that she had been gone at the time. No, what was racking her mind was just how long had he waited until he brought somebody else onboard the TARDIS after Canary Wharf. Just another name added to the long line of women the Doctor has encountered. What bugged her the most was that he never kissed her that way until last night, and he kissed Martha the moment he met her. Feeling her anger boiling again she started to pace. She thought she had gotten past the whole 'being pissed at him' phase, but obviously not.

Off to the side Amelia stared at the two adults—the dark-haired one walking around the console mumbling to himself about how she should have been more shocked and how she could not say the right line, and the blonde pacing around and steadily getting redder in the face. She had to get them back on track if she wanted that trip. She had a feeling that getting his attention would be the easier choice as Rose was clearly stuck in her head with an emotional storm brewing and just waiting to erupt. Amelia recognized the signs. After all her therapist said she had a problem with holding things in but she was getting better at it.

She placed herself in the center of the Doctor's path and he bumped right into her. He glanced down and she pointed over at Rose, causing his eyes to widen. He realized what was going on, just like Amelia had hoped. Not saying another word she stepped back and kept walking until she hit the doorway.

They needed a bit of privacy, and she could use a quick kip before they went wherever they were going. She turned a corner and came up to the first door she saw with a pallet made up just for her. Sighing happily she plopped down on the bed and, no sooner after her head touched the pillow, she was out like a light and began to dream of what lay ahead.

Meanwhile back in the console room, the Doctor carefully watched as Rose paced back and forth in short strides much like he would when he was lost in his musings. But, unlike him, her face was changing from a pink shade to a scarlet color, her hand running through her hair. He noticed her lips moving slightly, faint mumbling coming out.

Very much like him with a bit of his former self thrown in.

He pulled on his earlobe before rubbing the back of his neck as he studied her. She needed to vent out her thoughts and talk to him but if he spoke a word to her at this moment she would not hear him. Even if she did she would disregard it. She was so worked up. How could he take this approach? If he touched her the chances of a slap coming his way were a hundred percent. If he initiated another kiss they would fall into each other and nothing would be discussed.

Rose had continued to pace, making her way over to the jump seat. The Doctor counted her strides in his head and he decided that if he had not stopped her soon she could likely explode. He knew from experience that keeping one's thoughts lingering in your mind would cause unpleasant, sleepless nights. Not that he needed much sleep anyway, but the same principle applied. If she were to just sit down then they could work this out. That is if she chose to. Taking a seat and talking with him would help but she could also remain standing and attempt to put everything behind a temporary wall again.

Only one way to find out. The brief idea came to him and, while he knew it could be the cause of another infamous Tyler slap, he needed to make sure she would calm down and stay still.

When he counted seven strides for the third time he reached a hand out and lightly pushed her, causing her to fall forward onto the jump seat. He quickly moved to pounce on her, not forcefully but just to prevent her from swinging at him. She fought against him for a few moments then gave in and relaxed. He gently turned her to face him, pressing a hand to her cheek. Seeing the anger in her eyes was just as palpable as the heat radiating from her skin. He shifted to sit beside her on the jump seat and brushed back a stray price of hair behind her ear before dropping his hand.

There were times where it was okay when they would play around but now was not one of those times. Too much had built up over the day, too much emotion for one person to handle. So he waited for her decision calmly, knowing her what her choice would be even before she did herself. She had no poker face. She let out a sigh and remained next to him, the heat fading from her cheeks.

Rose knew he was going to get her to talk and to open up some more, he was patient while at the same time persistent. She really hated having to open up old wounds in order for them to close back up but she knew that if she did not let something loose she would explode. That was the last thing she wanted to do, especially now that the Doctor was hers at last—even if she was irritated by a lot of things he had done and still does. She turned to him and he gave her a sad smile in return.

"Rose, I know you want to talk about a lot of things," he said softly. "There's Sarah Jane, your mum, or the 'kiss' with Martha. Pick one for now and we will deal with the other two after we take Amelia on her trip."

"Where is she?" Rose asked, evading the topics for a moment. "When did she take off? She was here a minute ago. She okay?"

She started to get up from the seat to search for the girl but the Doctor grabbed her belt loop and pulled her back down to the seat.

"She's fine," he told her. "She's just having a bit of a kip in the room down the hall. The TARDIS told me she's out like a light."

"Oh, okay," she murmured.

He raised a hand and gently stroked her hair the way she enjoyed it, his tone still soft. "Come on, Rose, just choose one of them. Only one, that's all. You'll feel better, you know you will."

She thought about it for a few moments. She did not want to talk about her mum right now. With that she was still confused about everything and wanted to work through that in her own mind first before she went through it verbally. Sarah was just a blip on the radar. She still did not understand why she had reacted to the older woman in that manner, the overactive jealousy. She needed to think about that a little more. No, what she really needed to discuss was Martha, and how long it took for the Doctor to find a new companion to take onboard the TARDIS. Had she really meant that little to him?

He had never said the words to her but she swore he had felt something that day on the sand with the waves around them. But if he had taken Martha on as soon as he left her…maybe he had not cared. Maybe he had been happy to be done with the lovesick fool of a girl. Maybe even now his feelings were just tied up with everything that had happened to them and the fact that she was back. Maybe he did not care. Or maybe she was overthinking things again. She was probably making things more complicated than necessary.

She forced her gaze up from her hands to meet his and let out a sigh. How this man's eyes affected her, how they made her yearn to tell him everything that she held close to her heart. But the words just would not come as easy as they had when she had been younger and more volatile. Her emotions were held tightly to herself and she used to wear them on her sleeve, which was why she held them so close now.

How could she tell him everything that was bothering her? How could she even explain anything? He had the right to have a new friend and companion, someone to share the adventures with. She had not been there with him when she was taken away. That was not his fault. She had not wanted him to be unhappy, at least not at that point. But how could she explain that her feelings were hurt because he traveled with someone new? Someone to replace her?

She watched his gaze as he studied her eyes. She knew he could see all her emotions as they flickered in and out. Next came something she was not expecting, though. He pulled her in a tight hug that took her breath away. When he tried to ease his grip she tightened hers on him and crawled into his lap, welcoming the comfort of his body.

He started to mumble something to her and he knew—oh yes, he knew—what was bugging her the most. It was Martha and their adventure on the moon. Stupid Time Lord, he thought to himself. He just had to open his gob earlier without thinking and blurt out that he had kissed Martha on the moon. Well, it was merely a genetic transfer and nothing with any attachment or feeling whatsoever, but it was still enough to hurt Rose. Originally he did not think she cared that it was to save a lot of people's lives.

Okay, that was shallow of him. This was Rose he was talking about, of course she would care.

She was just upset that he had never kissed her so early on. He had fought his own emotions for so long when they first began travelling together and then she was taken away from him. She was gone, far from his reach. If that lever had not failed that day, things would have ended differently than they had. He ran his hands through her soft honey-colored hair before gently pulling back to see her face. He could see the questions forming on her lips but before he prepared himself for some answers he wanted to have another taste. If she was going to stay mad at him this could be the last one they shared for a while.

So, with the questions still swirling in her eyes, he leaned down and claimed her mouth in a bruising manner.

Rose gasped at the sudden gesture but she melted into it, parting her lips just enough so that he could slip his tongue inside to deepen the kiss. Neither of them could ever get enough of each other's taste. The Doctor's hands tangled themselves in her hair when she pulled him closer, her own making their own movements as her fingers roamed across his back, skating along his ribs.

His undershirt had shifted a bit from her ministrations but he was so immersed in the sweet taste of her mouth that he barely processed the next move. Rose tugged it from his trousers, her hands moving beneath the hem as she began to wander over his cool skin. The Doctor was becoming aware of what she was doing and could not bring himself to stop her in the middle of her journey as she ascended from his abdomen in her slow exploration of his muscles, almost achingly when her nails grazed his chest. He shivered in response.

They needed to talk, he knew that. What was intended to be a brief taste her mouth to satisfy his needs turned on its head instantly and had gotten out of hand. Still he could not stop her hands as they wandered on their own accord. It felt too right, too good. He could not draw his mouth back off of hers unless it was to nip at the tantalizing tender flesh that was her neck, or to place a soft kiss beneath her ear to make her shiver along with him then right back onto her lips where he could drink all of her in.

While their mouths continued their devouring his hands began their own exploration. Slipping his fingers through the softness of her hair had been a pleasure but he wanted more, wanted to get a little even with what she had been doing to him. Removing his hands from her strands their found their way under her shirt, gently caressing her sides with tight circles. He earned himself a hum from her, motivating him to go up as as far as he would allow himself. And the territory he ended up in did not seem too far in his books. Somehow, without even realizing, his hands had made their way further up to her breasts, palming each swell concealed by the cotton material of her bra. A thought entered his mind that would not leave him, just wondering what she would taste like in other areas of her body and not just her mouth.

And it was with that small rational part of the Doctor's brain, or what was left of it, had caught up to him and he realized how things had truly gotten out of hand.

They were falling into each other again and not communicating with each other. This was not the way to heal, and it certainly was not the way to start the beginning of a relationship. Not only that but for Rassilon's sake, there was a young child aboard the ship and all he wanted to do was to rip Rose's clothes off and have her right on the jump seat with no romance or ambience. Just to feel her body against his own. No. He had to stop them from taking this too far. They needed to talk now.

Forcing himself to back away he gave her one more chaste kiss to the lips before bringing her in for another hug, holding her close to catch their breaths and to breathe in her scent.

"Rose…" he breathed out into her hair. "We have to talk."

"I know," she said quietly, holding onto him tightly.

"You want to talk about Martha?"

She nodded against him. "Out of everything that's happened today, it's Martha that gets under my skin the most," she murmured. "Maybe it ties in with the school and Sarah Jane, I dunno. It gets mixed up. Did you take her onboard as soon as you said goodbye to me? You kissed her on your first adventure with her. Did you even think about me?"