Author's Note: A HUGE shout out to scifigeekgirl and to her story, "Do Not Sonic The Action Figures" and her Lordstorm and His LiveJournal Adventures series. It is because of her generosity that I am able to use her idea regarding the Nestene Conscious and give a little wink and nod to Lordstorm in my story. Please read her story and series, both are absolutely hysterical and SO very Doctor. :)

Please read this, important to story: If you are not familiar with Midol, it is a pharmaceutical remedy used to alleviate PMS/ PMT. I don't know which of these two characters would benefit from it more in this chapter. Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in relation to Dr. Who or Star Wars.

Three productive and uneventful hours later, Rose surveys the spotless lobby with pride, grateful that the downstairs water damage had been minimal. She stretches her arms above her head, seeking to relieve some of the tension in her back, when she hears the Doctor screaming as he runs down the stairs at full speed.

"Bats! Bats! Bats!" shouts the Doctor at the top of his lungs while he avoids the broken step by jumping over the banister. In an instant, he's standing in front of her and gripping her shoulders before she can even make a move towards him. "Bats! Bats! We have bats in our belfry, Rose!"

Rose, still shell shocked by his sudden appearance breaks his hold and places her hands on his chest. "Okay, okay, take a deep breath and try to calm down. We can handle them, Doctor. We deal with alien threats all of the time so a few bats should be no problem."

The Doctor stiffens in anger, both his gaze and posture radiating barely controlled fury. "Normally," he grinds out, "I would agree with you. Unfortunately, these bats aren't going to calmly sit back and allow us to remove them from their current residence. At least, not since Han Solo and Princess Leia started shooting at them with their laser pistols!"

Rose's fists clench in the Doctor's t-shirt in shock. "Is that where they went? No wonder I couldn't find the little buggers!"

The Doctor's temper finally boils over and he yells, "Little buggers? More like little terrorists! You should see the chaos up there, Rose! We won't even be able to set foot up there without being attacked by screeching bats or shot at, and don't even get me started on the amount of guano that exits a bat when something basically electrocutes its nervous system!"

Rose releases her grip on his shirt to shove him away from her. "Well don't get upset with me! I'm not the one who wanted to sonic Tony's action figures to life just because you discovered that the plastic in Pete's World is a cousin to the Nestene Conscious!"

Rose mimics the Doctor as she reminds him, "It's important to know what we're dealing with Rose, no matter how passive it's been in the past. We'll simply run an experiment with a few of Tony's Star Wars figures. He'll never even know and ooohh, do you think that it could work on the Millenium Falcon as well?"

The Doctor is still upset, if not slightly admonished, and plunders on, "Well, yeah, but we wouldn't even be in this mess if it wasn't for you! I wasn't the one who kicked Han Solo across the room!"

Rose reels back with a gasp, her own temper rising to meet his and shout, "He deserved it! Did you see what he did to Leia? When you tried to pick her up and she thought you were attacking her, she mouthed 'I love you' to him and what did he do? I'll tell you what he did! He mouthed back 'I know'!"

The Doctor, feeling increasingly more uncomfortable in the presence of an angry Tyler woman, took a step back for each step that Rose took towards him.

"What kind of crap response is that? The woman he supposedly," Rose pauses to gesture with air quotes, " 'loves' gives him a heartfelt declaration straight from her soul in what she perceives as their final moments together! And what does he do? He returns that gut wrenching sentiment with the totally, unfeeling, cutting, off the cuff remark of 'I know? Who in their right mind does that?"

The Doctor immediately makes the connection to their first goodbye at Bad Wolf Bay and stumbles for the words that will allow him to find his footing in this conversation. Unfortunately, he trips up and utters, "Quite right too."

When Rose's eyes seem to spark with gold, the Doctor promptly backpedals into a babbling frenzy. "I meant quite right too as when you sent that cur sailing across the room! And it was really touching the way Leia high-fived your finger when you defended her honor!"

Slowly turning and making his way backwards to the staircase, all the while maintaining constant eye contact with Rose, he offers with a smile, "Perhaps I should go to work setting up our bedroom for tonight or maybe make a snack? I'm an expert when it comes to French tarts!"

The spark in Rose's eyes grows into a golden glow and the Doctor has a momentary flash of riding a horse through a time window. "I meant eating French tarts!" he blurts out. Quickly realizing how this statement could be perceived, he adds, "You know, because of my oral fixation!"

His own eyes widening at his latest declaration, he runs his hands through his hair and manages to tug it in every possible direction. "I mean…oh, bloody hell! Damn PMT! Maybe I can invent something for it…like MiDonnal!"

Any reassurance that the Doctor was hoping to find died a quick death when he chanced a glance at Rose. With her hands on her hips, her rigid stance and a glare that would rival Jackie Tyler, he knew that even the lost option of regeneration wouldn't be enough to save him.

Oh, Dear Rassilon, he thought to himself. She looks exactly like her mother right now. Please tell me that this is just a panic attack and that I'm not seeing possible timelines.

In a voice echoing his own previous fury, Rose seethes, "I'd go and wipe that guano off of your shoes, Doctor. Because you have really stepped in it."

The Doctor nods his head in firm agreement and says, "Quite ri…I mean, you are absolutely correct. Correctamundo! Oh, I really need to quit saying that."

Sensing this was the best time to make good his escape, the Doctor takes a running leap back over the banister and dashes up the stairs. When he reaches the safety of the second floor landing, he turns to look down at Rose and says hurriedly, "I'll just go and start working on our bedroom now. Sorry to be such a daft git. I love you. Bye."

Watching him disappear with a roll of her eyes and a huff of exasperation, Rose decides to head off to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. And maybe a snack. But absolutely, definitely, without a doubt, no French tarts.

**********Five and a half hours later**********

Rose has just finished cleaning the kitchen from top to bottom and is heading off to find the Doctor to see what he wants for tea. She's about to step foot on the stairs when she happens to look up and see a white handkerchief tied to a broom handle waving back and forth over the upstairs railing.

The Doctor pops his head around the corner of the upstairs corridor and calls down, "I come in peace! Is it safe?"

Rose steps away from the stairs to laughingly answer, "As safe as houses!" A glimpse of the broken step out of the corner of her eye has her thinking, Well, not our house. She smiles broadly and waves him down to her. "Come on down!"

His manic grin meets her gaze before he practically flies down the stairs with a speed and agility that would make any swashbuckler envious. He stands before her in a dramatic pose, feeling so impressive and then it hits him. Literally.

To be concluded…