When John came to, the late morning light was streaming through the open window. He heard Rose doing something noisily somewhere in the flat. He stood slowly, when he glanced at his reflection in the mirror his hair lost some of it's puff and his suit was slightly wrinkled.
He ran his fingers through his hair to fix it slightly and smoothed his suit so he looked slightly presentable. It was weird that he was worrying about something so trivial, but the Doctor always looked perfect, even without trying. So to be seen as the Doctor by Rose, he had to be perfect as well. He had gotten most of the wrinkles out of his suit and his hair was perfectly ruffled.
He found Rose in the kitchen. Making something that smelt horrible. His single, human heart started to beat faster at the sight of her in fitted yoga pants and a tight shirt.
She heard a rustle behind and whipped around quickly. It was the Doctor. Although he was a little rustled from sleep, her heart still did a little flutter in her chest, 'no,' She mentally corrected herself, 'this isn't the Doctor. This is John.'
"Whatcha cookin?" He asked earnestly as he moved closer to her so that he could peer into the frying pan.
Rose caught a whiff of John, and to her surprise he smelt exactly like the Doctor. "Pancakes." She told him when she figured out how to speak again.
"Hmm." He said, still staring down at the pan.
"I can't cook to save my life, so do you wanna just grab some fish n' chips before we go shopping?" She asked as she stared ruefully at the burnt pile of pancakes she had made.
"Sure." He replied, smiling at the thought of fish n' chips.
"Just give me a sec." She told him before dashing into her room to grab her purse and cellphone.
John smiled after her. He turned the stove off, and expertly flipped the pancake out of the frying pan on to the awaiting plate.
When he heard Rose say, "Shit! Shit! Shit!" He decided he should check up on her.
"You ok?" He asked from the doorway of her room. She was standing over her side table, rummaging around.
"I can't find my phone." She said, without turning.
"Can I help?" He asked, stepping across the threshold of her room.
"Uh. Sure." She replied.
He smiled and bent down to look under her dresser. The shiny plastic of her phone glinted there. "HA!" He said as he grabbed it and pulled it out."
"Thanks doc... John." She corrected herself as she grabbed it from his hand, her fingers brushing lightly against hers as she did so. A slight shock was sent through her hand. It wasn't painful, but it was strikingly familiar.
He smiled at her, having felt the same shock running through his hand.
Rose cleared her throat, "Let's go."
"Allons-y." He said, as, out of habit, he held out his hand for her. She didn't take. He smiled at her sadly. He mentally vowed that he would wait for her, forever. Even though forever wasn't his to give anymore.
They picked up the food from Rose's favourite fish n' chips place. John scarfed down the food gratefully.
When they had both finished, Rose said, "Come on, we gotta find something other clothes for you."
"What's wrong with this suit?" John demanded.
"You can't wear the same suit all the time!" Rose said, as he tongue appeared at the corner of her mouth.
In that moment, John wanted to kiss her so badly, but she wasn't ready, so he did the one thing time lords do best; he bottled up his feelings and said for the second time that day, "Allons-y."
This time Rose is the one who offered her hand. John gladly took it. He smiled. Maybe waiting for Rose wouldn't take forever.