Right-o chapter 3:

Rose woke up about 4 hours later, and it took her a moment to remember where she was. She wanted to sit up, but an arm around her waist prevented her from doing so. She blinked, and realised she was curled up against the Doctor. She smiled and sighed contentedly, it hadn't been a dream after all.

"Morning sleepy head!" a cheerful voice sounded.

Rose rolled over and looked at the Doctor. He was dressed only in his shirt, with his jacket slung over the bedpost. He had a huge smile on his face, his eyes glowed and his hair was a huge mess. He looked absolutely gorgeous. Rose smiled.

"Hello" she said. Her eyes widened slightly when he leaned down to kiss her briefly, but she quickly realised that she could quickly get used to that sort of behaviour.

"How did my favourite pink and yellow human sleep?" he asked her.

Rose sighed contentedly. "Quite well, thank you. How did my sexy Time Lord sleep?"

The Doctor eyes widened. What did Rose just call him?

Sexy, huh? A step up from foxy then.

The Time Lord in question smiled a huge smile. "I didn't sleep" he admitted. "I watched you sleep instead. And I thought a lot."

He saw a look of apprehension cross Rose's face and frowned.

"Do you have any regrets?" asked Rose softly. She knew the Doctor loved her, but she also knew that she was depriving him of a lot. He couldn't travel time and space anymore, or at least not for another 12 years or so, until the TARDIS was fit for travel. No, if he was staying with her, it would mean he would have to be in one place all the time, and worse he would have to do domestic. Rose was suddenly wondering whether or not the Doctor had jumped into this too quickly, and was now having second thoughts. He couldn't go back, obviously, the walls between realities had closed, but she didn't want him to live a life which he hated.

The Doctor on the other hand couldn't really comprehend the question at the beginning. Surely he hadn't heard right. Was Rose honestly asking whether or not he had regrets? He loved Rose, completely and utterly, and the years without her had been pure torture. He knew that living with Rose would be domestic, he would need a job, a car, he would have to cook, but he was doing it all with Rose which made everything completely worth it.

"Regrets?" he asked the shock in his voice evident. Rose didn't look at him, her eyes were downcast. But she nodded. "Just cos' you have to be in one place all the time. And…you don't do domestic, you hate domestic. But now you're stuck with it and-"

"Rose." The Doctor said. "Rose, look at me".

She raised her head and looked right into his eyes, trying to stop her heart from beating too wildly when he gently brushed his finger over her lips. "I don't regret this" he said gently. "At all. I know that I'm bad at being in one place all the time. And I know I've always been very prejudiced and opposed to domestic things. But Rose, you're worth it. Completely worth it, I promise."

Rose looked into his eyes and saw that he meant every word, and breathed a sigh of relief. He kissed her eyelids. "The years without you were torture." He admitted softly.

"Now!" he suddenly said in a much more cheerful tone. "Your mum said you should get prepared, we're landing in about half an hour, and she says that there might be some media coverage."

Rose groaned. "Oh please no" she muttered to herself.

"Not happy to be in the public eye?" the Doctor asked jokingly.

Rose shook her head. "You have no idea" she said. "They follow me everywhere. I go food shopping and the next thing you know, there's a headline in the local tabloid saying I prefer apples and bananas over any other food."

"Bananas are good, filled with potassium you know. Excellent fruit." the Doctor interrupted with a grin.

Rose rolled her eyes. "And it's not like I've done anything to deserve all the attention. I am not some film or pop star; I only get covered because my 'dad' has a lot of money and a large house. Somehow that must make people interested in me. I mean what's the logic in that? "

"Well, you work for Torchwood and save the earth on regular basis. That's a reason for the media to cover you." The Doctor said rather proudly.

Rose shrugged. "They don't really show their interest in my work. Torchwood is fairly public in this world, so I'm covered a lot more if there's been some sort of alien attack, but they focus on my dressing habits, make up habits and my dating habits a lot more than on what I do for a living."

Rose couldn't miss the slight look of displeasure that seemed to pass the Doctor's face when the word 'dating' crossed her lips.

"I never did ask" he said in a light tone. "Did you have any boyfriends?"

Rose was not fooled. The Doctor's tone was too carefree and light, and the slight tension in his eyes was evident. Rose knew he had wanted her to move to move on and have a fantastic life, but that the one selfish side to him wanted her to wait for him. She understood that.

"No" she reassured him. "That's why the media were so obsessive about the whole issue. They couldn't understand why I didn't have a boyfriend. Although they did speculate about Mickey for a while, seeing he was with me so much."

The Doctor nodded, feeling guiltily happy. He had wanted Rose to move on, of course, but he was happy that she had loved him too much not to. Even though he still felt horrible for all the pain he had caused her.

Rose sighed and sat up, deciding to get dressed. "They're going to have a field day when they see you" she said, not sure whether or not she should be happy or frustrated about that particular fact.

The Doctor simply smiled lazily. Being labelled as Rose's boyfriend suited him just fine. He watched as Rose got dressed, brushed her hair and put her make up on. She really was beautiful.

Finally Rose sighed. "Okay. Guess we should go and have something quick for breakfast before we land. We only have 15 minutes".

The Doctor nodded and offered Rose his hand. She smiled. "Are you going to do something about that hair?" she asked teasingly, tongue poking out between her teeth.

The Doctor looked affronted. "What's wrong with my hair?"

"It's pretty messy. But you can leave it that way…looks quite good on you. Only mum will assume, from the way it looks like at least that…" she trailed off, waiting for the Doctor to catch her meaning.

He stared at her. "wait a second…she'll think we-? That we umm…?"

Rose nodded.

"Damn it!" the Doctor cursed. She is going to slap the daylights out of me! I wonder if regeneration can be caused by a slap?" he said to himself. And then in a louder and slightly more hysteric voice: "Rose, please, I need a hairbrush now!"

Rose could only laugh as he dragged her hairbrush through his hair desperately.

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