After the long ride on the Zepplin the Doctor was exhausted, which was an entirely new feeling for him. Time lords hardly ever got tired, let alone exhausted.
"So, what should I be calling you?" Rose asked him as they took a cab ride to her private flat in London.
"Well, I would prefer 'the Doctor' but you can call me John if you like." He said.
"John?" She asked, her tougne appearing out of the corner of her mouth.
"Yes?" He replied.
"John for now then." She said with a little smile.
"We're here, miss." The cabbie told them.
"Right thanks." She replied as she tore her gaze away from John. She silently cursed herself for momentarily thinking of John the way she thought of the Doctor. 'He's not, the Doctor' She told herself firmly as she paid the cab driver. Some little, rebelious voice asked her, 'Yeah, but could he be you're Doctor?'
"Shall we then?" She asked John aloud once the cabbie had turned the corner and disappeared from view.
"Of course." He smiled warmly at her.
She dug her keys out of her pocket, and pushed the door open.
She climbed the two flights of stairs to the penthouse. The door of her flat was a deep blue.
"Did you paint it to match the TARDIS?"
Rose blushed, "Yeah." She silently cursed herself again for blushing.
John did catch the blush, but decided not to say anything. He decided instead to ask Rose, who was trying to get the door open, "Do you need help?"
"No, this lock is sticky and I absolutely hate it."
"Here." John said, as he stepped forward.
Rose stepped back, she couldn't see over John's shoulder, but she heard the unmistakable sound of him sonicing the door open.
"How did you get one of those?" She asked him as he pushed open the door truimphantly with a 'HA!'
"The TARDIS gave it to me." He told her before stepping out of the way so she could lead the way.
Rose's flat wasn't huge but it was pretty big for downtown London. There were three bedrooms, the smallest of which she had converted into a living room. A large plush leather couch faced a large television. The other two rooms were larger with a queen sized bed in each. The two bedrooms were identical except in one of them the bed was unmade and clothing was strewn over the floor. There was another door of the hall that most likely lead to the bathroom. What was supposed to be the living room was a dining room. The kitchen was huge and filled with stainless steel appliances that looked as if they had never been used.
"It's nice." John said after Rose gave him the grand tour.
"Yeah, but it's not bigger on the inside." She joked.
John laughed lightly, before stifling a yawn.
"You should go to bed. We can go shopping after." She told him, "This'll be your room." She finished. gesturing to the cleaner of the two bedrooms.
"Thanks." He said before she stepped into her own room and closing the door behind her.
With a sigh he closed the his own bedroom door, colapsed on his bed and was asleep within seconds.