Powell Estate's Got Talent!

For once in his life, the Doctor was severely annoyed at being woken up ten hours later by his over-excited and very hyper companion. Who, incidentally, was certainly not tired anymore and was making her presence known by singing Take That's 'Back For Good' at the top of her voice, getting louder as she approached his door.

"Doctor!" Rose's voice rang out in a sing-song tone, drumming her fist against his bedroom door, before opening it with a smile. Her smile, however, quickly turned into a frown at the unusual sight of the Doctor in bed, his pillow firmly pulled down over his ears to block out her singing. Not that she was a bad singer – actually she was very good – but he couldn't be bothered listening to Take That at half seven in the morning. Or ever, in fact, now he thought about it.

"You alright?" Rose asked, her voice full of concern as she set a cup of tea down on the bedside table, and perching herself on the edge of his bed.

"Fine," The Doctor replied, his voice muffled through the pillow that was still jammed over his head. There was something warm on his right cheek, but before he could explore what it was, Rose's voice sounded out again.

"Then why are you sleeping?"

"Because I was tired. Slightly. Your fault," He said, waving an arm in her general direction.

"Pfft. You say everything's someone else's fault. I don't mind ya sleeping – you need it, you were trapped in a picture, then we got soaked! I'm surprised one of us doesn't have a cold, actually," Rose said, then paused, a thoughtful look on her face. "What did it feel like?"

"Getting soaked? Cold."

"You know full well what I mean. Getting trapped in a picture."

"Weird. Like being trapped in a box that was made of windows. I could see everyone but couldn't say anything," The Doctor elaborated, carefully extracting his head from under the pillow now that it seemed Rose wasn't going to burst into song anytime soon. He was a bit dismayed to find Rose in a fit of laughter, however, once he had fully emerged.

"What's wrong? I have grown tentacles or something?" The Doctor asked, but Rose was too busy trying to remain on the bed in laughter. "Another nose?"

Rose managed to stay upright for moment, and pointed to the bathroom, concern gone now she was convinced the Doctor wasn't ill. The Doctor realised she was indicating that he should look in a mirror. He reluctantly left his warm bed, and laughed aloud at the sight that greeted him in his reflection.

His hair, for starters, was in complete disarray. The side he had been lying on was flat against his head, while the other side had gone static and was standing straight on end. There was a crease on his right cheek where he had been lying, and in the crease and over his cheek chocolate was smeared. "Ah! That's where that chocolate went to!" The Doctor exclaimed, remembering last night he had swiped a chocolate from a box of Quality Street Jackie had given them last time they were at the Powell Estate. He had unwrapped it and laid it down, to go and get changed, and when he had returned he had forgotten where he'd put it. He'd gone to sleep without another thought and obviously he'd put the chocolate on his pillow, it blending in with his brown bedcovers, and had ended up smeared on his cheek. He heard Rose laughing harder, if that was possible. "Don't be laughing at me, Tyler!" The Doctor yelled through to his bedroom, and only heard Rose's laughter in response.

He was washing it off his cheek when Rose had finally managed to regain her composure, and was currently leaning against the doorframe of his bathroom door. "How did you manage to leave a chocolate on your pillow? On your pillow?" She asked, somewhat incredulously.

"I dunno. Just laid it down somewhere and it turns out my frazzled brain thought my pillow would be the perfect place," The Doctor answered, now looking in the mirror at his chocolate-free face.

"Aww," Rose said, "You looked cute with chocolate on your face."

"Thanks, but I also looked just a teensy," The Doctor held up his index finger and thumb and positioned them so they were barely a millimetre apart, "stupid."

Rose laughed, and kissed his chocolate-free cheek. "True."

"Thanks," The Doctor said, mock offended. "Have you had breakfast?" He said, wandering over to his wardrobe to get his suit.

"Nah, not yet. I came to look for you. I looked everywhere! Kitchen, library, sitting room, cinema room, garden, pool," Rose counted off the places on fingers, "Even the Zero Room! I never thought for one minute you'd be sleeping!" Rose yelled, so that the Doctor could hear her, as he was in his bathroom getting changed.

"Yeah, well … I was," The Doctor said as he emerged, now fully dressed. "And your foghorn imitation is going to go down a real treat at 'Powell Estate's Got Talent'."

"Oi! Just making myself heard, that's all," Rose said, hitting him on the arm as he passed, but there was a small smile on her face as she did so.

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Around fifteen minutes later, both the Doctor and Rose were sat eating breakfast.

"So, where do you wanna go today? Now that you're fully rested I'll take you to the warm planet you wanted," The Doctor said, biting into his marmalade-smothered toast.

"Yeah. Somewhere alien! We haven't been to an alien planet since New Earth," Rose commented.

"We went to Krop Tor," the Doctor said.

"Well, that was hardly a planet as much as a … space station," Rose reasoned, who was now finished with her toast and reached across the table to the counter to grab a pear from the fruit bowl.

"Suppose," The Doctor said, nodding, before frowning at the sight of the fruit in Rose's hand. "How can you eat pears?" He said incredulously.

"What? They are delicious!" Rose said, taking another bite of the juicy pear.

"No, they are not. I hate pears. Please, never ever give me pears. I hate them. As much as I hate aspirin. Almost as much as I hate your mother."

"OK. Mentally noted," Rose said, rolling her eyes at her companion's antics.

"I saw that. Now, let's get going to an alien planet then! Oooh, I know where we can go! Felspoon! They have mountains that sway in the breeze. Mountains that move, Rose! Can you imagine it?"

"Really?" Rose asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Really!" The Doctor said, running around the console, twisting knobs here and pushing buttons there, and occasionally yelling instructions to Rose. The TARDIS landed roughly, throwing both her occupants to the floor. They both got up quickly, laughing. The Doctor turned to Rose, who was reaching over to a support strut for her demin jacket, now dry for the previous adventure.

"Ready?"

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Hope you like the series so far. The whole romance/baby/drastic actions I promised in the summary will come soon. And this was born purely because we never got to go to Felspoon.