Second Chances Chapter 6, a doctor who fanfic

Chapter 6: Sunday FunDay

Morning sunlight streamed into the room through a small crack in the blue curtains waking him from his peaceful slumber, he could hear music playing from the other side of the door as well as her voice singing whatever song was playing. He just listened to her for just a moment before getting up and walking to the door. Another song starting as he went out into the living room, he made his way to the end of the bar and watched as she swayed her hips to the music and sang along.

'I been thinkin' 'bout our love situation
All this attraction in the present tense
I've reached the only logical conclusion
Love ain't supposed to make sense

This ain't no thinkin` thing, right brain, left brain
It goes a little deeper than that
It's a chemical, physical, emotional devotion
Passion that we can't hold back
There's nothin` that we need to analyze
There ain't no rhyme or reason why
'Cause this ain't, this ain't no thinkin` thing

Forget mathematical equations
Self help psychology
Gray matter don't matter much darlin`
When it's gettin` down to you and me

There's nothing that we need to analyze
There ain't no rhyme or reason why
'Cause this ain't, this ain't no thinkin` thing
This ain't, no this ain't no thinkin` thing.'

She had woken up feeling better than she had in a long time. She decided to make a real breakfast for them as she was sure he hadn't a real home-cooked meal in forever. She turned on some music and began to dance and sing while she got things prepared. When she got pulled into a parallel world originally she'd stumbled across some American country music, and at the moment one of her favorite songs was playing through the sound system. She swayed her hips back and forth to the beat. As she twirled she caught sight of the Doctor watching her by the bar, she came to an abrupt stop, blushing bright pink as he gave a small laugh at her antics; he came up to her and began to dance with her. They didn't use fluid movements, but jerky steps that somehow still kept in time to the song. As they came in line with the stove she paused them long enough to stir the eggs and flip the sausage. He twirled her back to him then dipped her as the song ended.

'Good morning, Doctor.'

'And to you, my dear.' He gave her a big smile. 'Do you remember the first time we danced together?'

'How could I forget, there were German air bombs exploding all around the TARDIS, 1941, when we first met Captain Jack Harkness. I was wearing my London flag shirt, and you were still wearing your leather jacket. We were dancing around the console as you told Jack to hurry up and close the TARDIS doors before the destruction of his ship created a draft.'

'Wow, your memory works really well.'

'Well, it was one of my favorite moments with you.' They shared a brief moment of silence replaying the memory in their heads. 'You're actually a good dancer when you really try.'

'You didn't enjoy our little dance just then?'

'No, I did, but that's us being silly.'

'Best thing to be, makes life a whole lot more interesting. I refuse to live out this life as a boring human.'

'Oi! Watch it, Spaceman, that body of yours is human this time, and let's not forget I've always been one. We are not all boring.'

She pulled the food from the stove and portioned it onto two plates, got some silverware for them, then took everything over to the dining table so they could sit down. Every now and then he would make a noise of appreciation after a bite effectively making her giggle.

'This is absolutely exquisite, Rose, you just have no idea.'

'It's just eggs and bacon with a bit of toast, very average breakfast 'round these parts.'

'Well, see there's why it's so good, I'm not technically from these parts, and a beautiful woman even made it for me which makes it even more special.'

'Ok, fair point.'

While she was in the shower, he pulled out the envelope from his jacket and opened it. A small piece of quartz fell out and into his hand, he looked at it somewhat puzzled then fished out the piece of paper that was still tucked inside.

/This is a piece of the TARDIS, it will allow you to grow an offspring from the original. The ship will take a couple of years to completely form, but it will have access to any information to my ship previous to it being taken out. It always seemed the universe wanted Rose and the Doctor to be together exploring the other worlds in space and time inside the TARDIS. Now, since it can no longer be me that can share that experience with her, I give this final gift to you so you can take my place. I have instructed my ship to install the nano genes into yours in case you two humans get seriously hurt. Take care of her./

He laughed at himself, of course the only person who would know his name would be himself. He tucked the quartz into his jacket pocket again along with the letter. He would surprise her with the young TARDIS once it was fully grown.

'I'm all done with the shower if you want to take one; not sure still what you want to do for sleeping arrangements so I just stuck everything in my room.' Rose came into the room towel drying her long blonde hair, she had a knee length silk robe wrapped around her; she looked at him expectantly.

Why was she leaving the choice to him, he was rubbish at this sort of thing. 'I...I think that should be up to you, after all this is your home.' He pulled at his ear feeling rather awkward around her at the moment, like some foolish teenage boy.

She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying in such a way he cursed this human body of his, at least as a full-blooded Time Lord he had had better control over his body's reactions to this minx of a woman before him, now he had to do everything possible not to jump up and take her to the bedroom, not that he thought she'd mind, but this was still new to them and such intimacy was too soon. She sat in his lap, her fingers stroking his sideburns softly as she gave him that smile she got when she was up to something; someone save him.

'The thing is, I've got quite used to having you sleeping next to me every night, so if you use the spare room, I think I might get lonely.'

'Do you realize what you are doing to me, woman?'

'I have no clue what you are on about.'

'Fibber...' She raised an eyebrow at his choice of word, even he gave a wary groan at how childish he just sounded by the use of it. 'That word will hopefully never pass my lips again...but you know exactly what I'm talking about, Rose Tyler.'

'Well, maybe I do a little,' she said with a laugh. 'Doesn't make what I said any less true.' She placed a chaste kiss on his lips quickly then got up from his lap. 'Come on, Sire John Smith, I'm gonna take you on a tour of London, you may know almost everything about the universe, but I bet you've never had a proper tour of modern day London.'

'Oddly enough, you are correct. Never stayed long enough to a reason to have a tour.'

'Well then, get up off your bum and get showered and dressed, then we'll get going.'

He did as he was told and semi-rushed to the bathroom in their bedroom. Rose went in to the bedroom and began to riff through the closet for something to wear, she pulled out a pair of faded jeans, a black tank, and then found a pale blue cardigan to put over her tank. She dug through some of the bags she'd bought yesterday, pulling out an outfit she'd gotten specially for the Doctor; a pair of jeans, a white undershirt, and a white long-sleeved button up shirt. She also pulled out a pair of trainers, then placed everything neatly on the bed for when he came out from the shower. She slipped her robe from around her shoulders and got properly dressed herself. She sat down at the small gold platted vanity and brushed her hair out then quickly blow-drying it. As she applied a small amount of eye makeup she heard the water shut off, about a minute following the door opened and he came out with only a towel draped around his hips. She couldn't stop the blush from staining her cheeks, he smirked at her reaction.

'There's you some clothes for today.'

'I don't remember getting these, they're not Pete's are they?'

'No, I bought them while you were trying on your suits, figured you'd need some normal clothes too. Just some stuff to wear maybe when we are not saving the world and just being regular humans.' She got up from the vanity and let him have some privacy to get dressed.

A few minutes later he walked out into the living room where she sat flipping through a magazine that had been laying on the coffee table, she looked up at him, her mouth dropping open and the magazine slipping from her fingers. Pulling his hands behind his back, he bounced on the heels of his feet then leaned his torso towards her with an expectant look on his face.

'Damn, it's a good thing you can't read my mind...Cassandra was right, as weird as that is to say.'

'And what exactly did Cassandra say about me?' He looked almost nervous.

'Oi! Like I'm going to tell you.'

'Well then, I won't tell you what she was doing while in your body.'

'Fine...' She looked back at him uncertainly, he was looking rather smug. She got up grabbing an over the shoulder purse and her keys, then shoved her phone in her pocket. 'You ready to go?'

'Yea, let's get out of here.'

As they walked out to the car she looked over at him, he didn't seem to notice it though; biting her lip she looked back forward and heard the words spill from her lips almost as if unchecked. 'She said you were "foxy", was actually feeling up on you while she said so.'

He couldn't help himself, the laugh just sort of slipped out, she looked at him as if he was actually laughing at her, but he shook his head apologetically. 'Sorry, just the thought that Cassandra actually liked my appearance is quite funny. So she thought I was foxy huh? Do you agree with her?'

'Don't be so vain, mister...and fair is fair I told you what she said now you tell me what she was doing as me, I am not answering anything till you tell me that.'

'Quite right, well she sorta snogged me. That's when I started getting suspicious that they had done something to your head, but brushed it away until we found the people that the Sisters were harvesting below the hospital. That's when I knew something was wrong, accused the Sisters of experimenting on you before Cassandra finally revealed that she'd taken control of your body.'

'Snogged you...that's it? You had me thinking it was something more than that.' She pinned him with a pointed glare as he chuckled at her thought process. 'And I wouldn't say foxy either, handsome yes, but not foxy...sounds whorish.'

They drove to the downtown area of London and parked, walking around she pointed out all the cool little shops, explained some of the weekly events that would go on down certain streets; she even pointed out the major landmarks though she didn't really take time to give a history lesson on them unless he asked about them. There was a little jazz band playing in one of the plazas they walked through; he grabbed her hand tightly then spun her into a quirky little dance causing most of the people passing to look at them oddly and even got a few other couples to join with them. She couldn't help but giggle at how silly they must look, and at how much fun she was having. After a while she admitted she was starting to feel her feet go numb, and suggested they get some lunch then finish their tour. She threw a few bills in the band's pot then waved them bye.

They returned to the apartment about the same time as the sun was halfway back below the horizon; as the door swung open he came in with her laughing heartily from her perch on his back, he was singing some song from a cartoon musical that had been playing on one of the tellys in a shop earlier. The ridiculousness of him actually singing it had her laughing without a care. She hopped off him once inside and closed the door all the way and clicked the lock into place. As she finally found herself able to breathe properly again after laughing so much she walked to the kitchen o start on supper for them. He watched as she worked, humming to herself as she flitted from one spot to the next, he would need to learn how to cook so she wasn't the only one having to fix their meals, he'd swallow his pride and ask Jackie tomorrow and surprise Rose one day when he knew enough to make a proper meal. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, his fingers playing with the hem of her shirt, he nuzzled his face in her neck and placed a kiss in the curve. She gave a moan of appreciation making him smile against her soft skin. He would do that all night if he could just to hear her make that sound again for him.

Laying in bed that night he watched her sleep peacefully beside him as he gently stroked the arm that rested beside her head, turning onto his back he pulled out the small piece of quartz and held it up to the beam of moonlight, it glittered in the light, it's own inner light dimly shining. As she shifter closer to him that inner light began to shine even brighter, he mentally laughed at the growing TARDIS, ever since she'd saved him on Satellite 5 by absorbing the Time Vortex into her body and using it to destroy the Daleks on board his ship had treated her in a manner it only did for its respected Time Lord. The TARDIS had shown Rose things it had never shown to any of his other companions. He'd started to notice a distinct humming coming from the ship's core every time she came through the doors, as if it were saying hello to her. He tucked the glowing quartz back safely out of sight. He would keep it here for a few weeks while he tried to build an environment where it could grow on its own. He would have to find a way to connect the environment to Rose's area at Torchwood so the TARDIS could always hear and feel her without actually giving away the surprise when it was finished growing. He turned back onto his side and pulled Rose's form closer to his and fell to sleep himself, his breathing slowly coming in time with her own.