She glanced back down at her watch after they started to walk to their gate. "Oh crap, we have fifteen minutes to make it to our flight. We can make it if we run."
He grabbed her hand and they started to run through the airport. They ran quickly and didn't stop until they reached the trains that ran through the airport. Climbing on the first one that would take them to the part of the airport their gate was in. The train was extremely packed.
There was only one hand hold left so he took it and she held around his waist as the train sped forward at an incredible speed, almost knocking her over. He grabbed her before she fell and held her tightly with his free arm.
They began running again as soon as the train stopped arriving at their gate seconds before they closed the door. They hurriedly climbed onto the plane.
Relieved that they had made it they sat down. "I always did love the running." She smiled at him.
"I've done a lot of running lately." He talked to her for hours, telling her about all of the trips she had missed and all of the people he had met. She nodded and added in to the conversation, laughed, and comforted him when needed.
After talking for three hours he glanced back at Rose from the window he had been staring out of to see that she had fallen asleep. He took the blanket he had kept in his bag and covered her up with it; watching her eyes dash back and forth under her eyelids.
"How many cups of sugar do we add?" He turned to look at Rose from the bowl that was somehow going to turn into a birthday cake for him.
"Only a cup."
"Only one! We could always add more couldn't we?"
"Not unless we want our cake to turn out badly."
"It's my cake, maybe I want to sabotage it." He grinned at her sticking his finger into the homemade icing she was making. She swatted his hand away. "I don't need a birthday party really Rose."
"Come on. It's not every day a man turns three." She smirked at him.
He moaned and poured in a cup of sugar. "I thought we agreed on thirty not three."
"A little optimistic there aren't we?" She laughed and then started to add the food coloring to the frosting.
"Oh Rose Tyler you are going to regret that."
"I am?"
"Oh yes." He reached into the bag of flour next to him, his grin enormous. Her eyes widened as she backed away giggling nervously.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"I thought you knew better than to underestimate me." He grabbed a handful and threw it at her.
"Doctor!" She said in protest grabbing the detachable faucet from the sink and pointing it at him. He dropped the flower putting his hands up in the air
"You wouldn't"
"Try me!" She turned the sink on and hosed him.
"Oh Rose you know what this means?" He started to walk towards her water dripping from his drenched clothes.
"What?"
"I get to give you an enormous gigantic fantastic hug." He grabbed her wrapping his arms around her getting her soaked twirling her around in the air. She squealed in protest. "See this is a great birthday present."
"Oh Doctor you know that I love you right?" She reached over to the counter grabbing an egg.
"As long as you know that I love you." He grabbed the cake batter off of the counter. She broke the egg on his head but before he could dump the batter on her Jackie walked into the kitchen carrying a bag full of party decorations.
"Eh, what's going on in here?" John looked back from Jackie to Rose and broke into an enormous fit of laughter. A few seconds later Rose joined in with him. "You two I swear, I don't know if you could be anymore in love."
She put the bag down on the counter and left the room shaking her head. John walked over to Rose and grabbed her pulling her next to him. "I think I should go to my party like this."
"You do?"
"What you don't think I look fantastic?" He leant over to kiss her the egg slipping off of his head and landing down her shirt. She looked up shocked and then started to laugh.
"Not as good as me."
The Doctor watched as she fidgeted in her sleep. She was sleep talking again. Something she rarely did, but something he loved to hear her do.
"I have an egg in my bra." She mumbled under her breath causing the Doctors grin to become enormous. He knew that if he talked to her while she was sleeping she would respond; something that had entertained him for hours before.
"You do? How did it get there?"
"My Doctor did it. He was supposed to be helping me make a cake."
"Oh a cake what for?"
"For his birthday he, he…" she rolled over and the rest of the sentence was muffled. He picked up her wrist and looked at her watch. Only seven hours left. Seven hours, what was he supposed to do for seven hours!
He stood up and walked back to the lavatories, which were both occupied. He leaned against the wall and waited for someone to leave. He honestly didn't have to go, but he was extremely bored.
He almost missed who it was when she walked out of the bathroom, until she bumped into him. It was Sylvia Noble. "Sorry," she said as she slid passed him.
He grabbed onto her arm, instinctively not wanting to lose the chance to know that her daughter was okay. She looked shocked as the Doctor tried to overcome his own surprise at the impossible odds of her being on this flight. "Sylvia? Sylvia Noble?" He leaned in closely studying the woman unable to believe that she was actually there.