"Rose? Rose, will you come here?"

Rose sighed in exasperation. She'd just picked up her magazine, and now she had to go find out what the Doctor wanted. That was the only problem—the only one, mind—with living on the TARDIS. You never got a moment's peace until you were so exhausted you crashed.

She laid down the magazine and made her way through the winding corridors of the TARDIS. The Doctor was, as usual, in the control room.

Rose stepped in the door and looked at the Doctor. One glance at his face told her something was very wrong.

"Rose, I have to talk to you. There's something I have to tell you."

"Yeah?" She steeled herself.

He walked slowly across the room, with such a serious look on his face that Rose began to dread the news. He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. No hint of a joke was there.

This was not good.

"Rose," he said quietly, solemnly, "I'm really, really sorry to tell you this, but I..." He swallowed. "I can't be friends with you anymore. I just can't."

Her mouth fell open. She stared at him. For a minute, her brain refused to process this information. Tears sprang to her eyes as the news finally got through to her. "A-alright," she said, fighting to keep her voice in control. "I—fine. That's fine. I'll just..." She began to turn away.

"Rose, wait." He turned her to face him again. "I want you to understand—there's a reason. A very good reason. Just let me explain before you do anything else."

She bit her lip and didn't look at him. She couldn't bear for him to see the pain and betrayal she was feeling.

"I can't be friends with you," he said, "because...because..."

He made a face. "It's just—well—oh, I can't explain it. But I think I know a better way to help you understand."

"Yeah?" Her voice was choked. "What's that, then?"

"Look at me."

She pouted.

"Rose, please. Just...look at me."

Rose folded her arms across her chest and looked miserably at the floor.

Gently, he lifted her face so her eyes met his. For a moment, he looked at her with sadness in his eyes.

Then he leaned in and kissed her.

A moment passed where this would not register. It absolutely didn't make sense. What was going on?

Then instinct took over where her brain wasn't doing its job, and she kissed him back.

When he finally drew away and stepped back, she just gawked at him, open-mouthed.

"Right," she said at last. "Okay....not friends. Yeah. I...I can live with that." A grin spread across her face. "Oh, yeah, I can definitely live with that."

A/N: Aw. :D Did I fool anyone for even a second?

There's one problem: I NEED. PROMPTS. Seriously, I'm almost out of ideas. My friend and I wrote a story together that would work for this, which I'll ask her if it's alright for me to post it, and I have just one more idea of my own, but after that, I'm out. So please, give me a prompt!