Forget Me Not

When the TARDIS takes the Doctor (that'd be the tenth, ladies and gents) and Rose to an obscure little cottage in the middle of nowhere, they are faced with a dangerous alien, as the Doctor always is, and the underlying relationship that all of us Whovians know exist between the Doctor and Rose comes into the light. It's the story that Russell T Davies and Steven Moffat would never give their fans the satisfaction of seeing- but that's what I'm here for. Allons-y!

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3. Under the Coat

The Doctor closed the door behind her. He took her coat and hung it up on the hook behind the door. When he turned to face her again, he stopped. All she had on was a tee shirt and her two pairs of pants. If she got out of the pants, what would she wear?   

He went to the dresser up against the wall and looked in all of the drawers. They were empty. He looked in the bathroom for a bathrobe of some sort, but there was nothing of the kind. When he went back into the bedroom, he found Rose sitting on a rocking chair in the corner with her arms around herself. She smiled at him when he entered.   

"Uhh... Rose," he started, with his hand on his neck to try to smooth over the palpable awkward in the air, "Your clothes are soaked, and there are none in here. I can't let you sleep in that outfit, so I'm going to give you my coat for the night, okay?"  

Rose's brow had furrowed, and she looked herself over. "Oh... I guess you're right. Okay, then."   

The Doctor, still feeling weird about things, took off his long jacket and handed it to her. "Here," he said, "go into the bathroom and change. I'll stay right here."  

Rose smiled at his discomfort, took the coat, and shuffled to the bathroom. The Doctor didn't know what to do. She had to sleep, and the rocking chair was all wet from Rose sitting on it so he couldn't sleep there. If he wanted to relax comfortably, he would have to get into the bed. With Rose.   

She appeared from the bathroom in just the coat that the Doctor always wore over his suit. She was holding it shut, even though all of the buttons were fastened. She walked over to the bed, pulled back the blankets, and sat down. She swung her legs up so that they were under the blankets, and she leaned her back against the pillows.   

She wasn't sure what to do either. Sure, she liked the Doctor, but what could possibly happen? He seemed to love her, but he never even kissed her. Sleeping in the same room, the same bed as him was a little bit weird. She noticed that he was still standing by the door, staring at her with mixed emotions showing on his face.   

"Well?" she asked. "Aren't you going to come sit?"  

Slowly, the Doctor made his way across the room to the other side of the bed. He sat on the very edge, barely on the bed at all. Rose scoffed. "Oh, come on! I'm still me. Rose. I'm just wearing your coat."  

"...And nothing else." the Doctor replied.   

Rose playfully frowned. "For your information, sir, I'm still wearing my undergarments." She laughed at the face the Doctor made, a cringe of "too much information!" and scooted closer to him.   

He turned and fully sat on the bed, with his legs extended in front of him, his ankles crossed. He smiled at Rose. "Ahh, Rose," he sighed. "That's one of the reasons I like you so much. Nothing seems to faze you."  

Rose smiled and scooted even closer, resting her head on the Doctor's shoulder. "One of the reasons I like you so much is that I seem to faze you."  

The Doctor looked confusedly at her. What was she doing? Was she really flirting with him? In Rose's mind, this was her way of trying to get him to open up to her, to be romantic. However, in his mind, this was a big flashing red light, shutting him down.  

"Uhh, Ro-" but before he could finish saying her name, she kissed him.   

In her mind, it was wonderful, everything she had imagined it would be. In his mind, it was horribly, awfully, terribly... perfect. 

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