Hey guys. It's me again - I know, I've posted really quickly this time. I'm amazed too. Dont get used to it though, as I'm getting my coursework draft back today, so the next week will be spend at the computer - doing my coursework, i'm afriad. But please let me know what you think of this. Tell me what you hate, and tell me what you looove. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not, and will not own any of the characters shown in this story.

"Hey! I'm talking to you" she said, marching to keep up with his incredibly fast pace. He started climbing the stairs two at a time and she thought she might faint at the mere thought of climbing those stairs after all she had gone through that day.

"Come back!" she called, but he was already gone. She sighed. She was really curious about this, and the fact that he kept avoiding her questions made her even more curious. She looked at the stairs again, and rolled her eyes, a curious girl's gotta do what a curious girl's gotta do. She started climbing.

"Don't bother", he called from below her, book in hand and wearing a satisfied and somewhat smug look on his face. She huffed.

"Really? Do you have to keep doing that?" she asked, exasperated. It was if he was trying to show off his talent - as if it could be called that. It wasn't really a talent, more like an annoyance.

"Oh sorry, am I annoying you?" he asked in a mockingly sweet voice.

"Why, yes, Angel, you are!" she replied with equal 'sweetness', rolling her eyes and walking back down the stairs, happy she didn't actually have to climb them.

"Good. Now you know how it feels. Stop asking me!" he said, sweeping up the glass, a job that he usually reserved for his team. He decided to give them a break, seeing as they were out fighting. He was a nice friend, he thought with a satisfied smile when he was done.

"Sooo." Rose said, accentuating the 'o' especially to annoy him. He rolled his eyes and turned to look at her, wearing an expression of one who had been around for too long to endure petty ribbing. She continued anyway. "What was going on between you two when I popped into this place?"

Rose's confidence with Angel had been growing steadily ever since she had cried all over his shoulder after the demon attack. So, naturally, she felt the need to push her luck and ask him exactly what she had walked – wrong word - appeared in on. The way he was holding her…it reminded her forcibly of the way the Doctor held her. The look in his eyes was what she could only describe as pure emotion and love, and yet that was what she had expected to see from the Doctor. Naturally coming to this conclusion had its consequences: suspicion. She longed to know what he had been doing before she appeared, whether it had anything to do with her being here. She knew that neither she nor the Doctor did anything out of the ordinary other than talk and attempt to kiss. She was still annoyed about that being rudely interrupted. But what she had forced him to tell her didn't sound suspicious in the slightest. It sounded almost exactly like what she and the Doctor were doing, which sounded a bit weird but she didn't pay much attention to that. So now, still suspecting that he had something to do with this (albeit probably unconsciously) she began asking him what they had actually been saying to each other, not realising that it could be in anyway similar to her and the Doctor had been saying (that would have been too weird) maybe what they said had an impact on the situation like a formula or something. She quietly mused that she was starting to think like the Doctor, and she was rather enjoying it.

"Look, I'm not gonna tell you, alright. What we were saying is between me and Cordy." He said emphatically. Couldn't she just understand that? Then a thought came to him. "Wait, what were you talking about?"

"Who said we-I mean I was talking about anything?" Rose said, sidestepping the landmine. Her blush coupled with the slip in the pronouns must have given her away, though, because he gave her a piecing 'You're a crappy liar' look and moved to the chair they had sat on previously. He gestured her to sit down. She did so.

"How 'bout we come to a little agreement." he said

She raised her eyebrows. "What sort of agreement?"

"You don't ask me about my life; I don't ask you about yours. Deal?" he proposed, evenly. He definitely was not comfortable with talking about his personal life, especially with someone he didn't even know. She was silent and had a look of consideration on her face. "Well?" he asked.

-DR-AC-

"Deal." She agreed reluctantly. "So what can I ask you about, then?" she pressed, attempting to sit up on the patient's bed. He pushed her back down and she sighed. "I'm fine! Why do you insist on talking theses goddamned tests? Look at me, I'm perfectly fine."

"To check that you actually are perfectly fine, these tests always detect things we cannot see with the naked eye. And to answer you're question – nothing. The subject of my relationship with Rose is off limits." he stated.

"And that's final" he continued as she opened her mouth to answer back. She closed her mouth and looked at him steadily

"You know, I usually don't get told what to do, especially from some weirdo British guy in a cheap suit."

"Really?" he said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. "Well, since you almost got yourself killed today by opening the doors of the TARDIS, let's just say that today I will tell you what to do. Don't want to get hurt again do we?" He said, applying a thick "everythingproof" plaster onto her forehead.

She ignored the jibe and asked something that had been plaguing her for sometime. "You keep mentioning a TAR-DIS. What the hell is that?" she questioned.

"It's the name of my ship. TARDIS stands for: Time And Relative Dimension in Space" said the Doctor, proudly. "Do you like it?" he grinned.

She raised her eyebrows. "What? The name of the ship, or the ship itself?"

"Um, both, I suppose" he said, bouncing on his toes, completely distracted by his love of his marvellous ship.

"No." she said nonchalantly.

"What?"

"No" she said again. Didn't he hear her the first time?

"What do you mean 'no'" he said, stunned. "You don't like my miraculous time ship, this ship that travels through space and time? The only one in existence, one of the biggest ships in the universe, the most uni-"

"It's not really my style, British guy, it's too brown." She said, interrupting his rant with a shrug.

"Too brown?" he was baffled. "Humans! So you are not captured by the fact that my spaceship moves through time, you are simply irate that my ship is brown?"

"Yeah, you've pretty much hit the nail on the head." She said coolly. He huffed in response. This human girl was pretty much the only person who wasn't impressed by his miraculous machine. He felt a little deflated.

"Can you leave me alone now? I'm tired and your constant incredulous manner is hurting my head." Cordelia said, in an obvious manner to get rid of him but he didn't notice. He simply stared at her for a few seconds then went to the door and closed it behind him. She heard him say 'sleep tight' as he closed the door behind him.

However stupid she may act, she was in fact a woman who paid attention. There were two things of which he said that stuck in her mind. One was that comment about how huge his ship was. If it was so big, there was bound to be more than one exit, right? The second and most worrying thing was his comment about humans, as if he wasn't one. Well, that would fit seeing as she was in a spaceship. She wasn't comfortable in this place at all. She had dealt with all kinds of things, but aliens weren't one of them. She was starting to panic now. How was Angel going to find her when she was all the way in space? How was she going to get back?

She had to find a way out, even if it meant stalking through this whole place to find an exit. She would do it. How big could this place be anyway?

She was about to find out.

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