Chapter 5

"Rose! Wake up already!" She opened her sleepy eyes to the sound of barely-suppressed laughter, with an undertone of passion and impatience.

"I really was enjoying the show and planning on taking advantage of it, but you started glowing so I thought I'd wake you," Jon said, planting a kiss on her lips.

"Show, what show? And glowing?" she asked a bit self-consciously, still aroused from what she believed to be one hell of a great dream, and hoping she didn't do anything too embarrassing.

"Ooooh... you had what appeared to be a very naughty dream!" He laughed. She looked up at him, he was flushed with arousal and clearly anticipating reciprocation.

"I did!" she teased, "Do you want to hear about it?"

"Oh yes!" He grinned, his brown eyes widened and glittered in anticipation.

"Well," she began, "there I was, down at the pond, feeding the ducks in a summer dress and bare feet, I guess I took a day off work or something."

"And where was I?" Jon asked, seductively, stroking her cheek and nibbling on her ear.

"Apparently you were at work, or maybe not, I'll get to that later," she replied, brushing him away. "Anyway, I'm standin' there, feeding the ducks, when you walk up to me in your brown pinstripe suit..."

"Oi!" Jon interrupted, "why would I be wearin' that?"

"That's what I wondered!" Rose agreed, "so I gave you a big hug and a kiss and asked. And you told me you weren't you, you were the 'original', THE Doctor."

"You missin' him or something?"

"I'll get to that, let me tell you what happened!" Rose frowned at him.

"Alright."

"So I smacked the snot out of him – or you – whoever!" she laughed as he winced, knowing all to well how adept Tyler women were at that form of discipline. "And then he pouted and started to leave, but said he didn't know how. So I'm all apologetic and all, 'cause if he is the Doctor I really do want to see him afterall, and anyway we decide to have some tea."

"This doesn't sound naughty at all, hurry up and get to the good part!" Jon urged, yet kind of hoping this wasn't going where he thought it might...

"OK, I'm almost there. So, suddenly we're in the kitchen havin' tea, and he starts telling me about these incredible dreams he's been having about us, and what's goin' on with us, and it's like he knows everything. Things only you could know. So I start thinkin', Ok, this is really Jon, and he's playin' mind tricks on me. So I decided to turn the tables on you bein' you're pretendin' to be him and all, and I sit on your lap and start snoggin' ya!" At this point she starts laughing delightedly, and he relaxes a bit.

"Well at least it was me!" he crows, grabbing her and kissing her firmly. She wriggled free.

"Wait, I haven't gotten to the really good part! So, I grab you by the necktie and drag you into the bedroom..."

"Oh that sounds hot, why haven't you ever done that to me?"

"'Cause I haven't had to!" she laughed, "So one thing leads to another..." here she softened her voice, ".. and you're still acting like him, and before we do it, you tell me you love me." Her eyes brimmed with tears and she looked at Jon.

"Well, I do." Gently, all traces of randiness gone, he kisses her. "Let me show you how much."

"I'd love that," she breathes, "but first let me go pee." She smiles and climbs out of bed. She takes a step, and stops dead in her tracks. "Jon?"

"Yes, love?"

"You didn't – do – anything with me while I was dreaming, did you?"

"No, Rose, of course not. I was just watchin' the show."

"Then why is there something running down my leg?"

Jon sat up and sniffed. No, it couldn't be. She'd never left the bed. But he knew that smell. Semen.

"Don't move!" he told her, and he ran out to the kitchen and came back with a small plastic cup and a zip-lock baggie. He carefully collected the sample and bagged it, and told her, "Get your robe and slippers on and nothing else. We're taking this to Torchwood and find out what's going on."