I will be with you forever-a TenRose fanfic

Part 18-Another Vacation?

Doctor's POV
Rose, let's go to Mexico! I've got everything set up...
No, no, no! I have to make it better.
Are you bored of Venice yet? Well I have the stuff for you...
No! Too much like a salesman! I'm her boyfriend, remember?? Okay, ugh, I'll try it again...
Rose, sugar lips...
What? Where did sugar lips come from? Okay, last try...
Rose, do you want to go somewhere else? Like Mexico?
Okay, perfect! Puts her in charge of her life, as it should be. Okay, now I have to actually ask her...

Rose's POV
"Good morning Rose!" the Doctor greeted me from the other side of the hotel. "How are you this lovely morning?"

"Good, how are you?" I ask.

"Great! I was thinking, do you maybe want to go somewhere else? Like Mexico?"

"Okay, Doctor, but we've only been in Venice one night!" I mock complain. I love travelling all over with the Doctor.

"Good, get dressed then. We leave as soon as you're ready!" he proclaims.

"Great!" I rush over to my suitcase and grab the first thing that I can find and walk into the bathroom to change. While I'm in there, I wash my face and put on a bit of mascara. I hardly ever wear lots of makeup, but today I feel like I want to. I walk out of the bathroom dressed with my pyjamas and makeup in hand, tossing them carelessly into my suitcase and zipping it up.

"You ready?" I ask the Doctor.

"Yeah, let's go!"

We grab our small suitcases and check out if the hotel. We walk a few blocks down to where the tardis is parked. He unlocks it and we step inside, dropping our bags near the door.

"Allonz-y, Rose Tyler!" he calls over the noises of the tardis taking off. I grab the railing for support as we soon enough land, in Mexico.

"I've got to call my mum, one second," I say to the Doctor. He nods and takes our suitcases out to the hotel. I punch in the number and it rings twice before she picks up.

"Hello?" I hear my mother's voice on the other end.

"Hey mum, I just wanted to tell you that we're in Mexico now, instead of Venice."

"Oh, good, sweetie, I've just put Vanessa down for a nap. Stay as long as you like."

"Thanks mum. I love you."

"No problem, I love you too. Have fun!"

"Bye mum!" I hang up and step outside.

I walk into our hotel room, unlocking it with a key card. The Doctor has booked us a fancier room this time! I wonder how he's getting the money for all this!

"Doctor! This is amazing!" I exclaim. "Where did you get the money?"

"Rose, don't worry about that. The Queen owes me a favour and I have done a few things with the Van Smoots, very rich family. They didn't take no for an answer." he says.

"Okay, well thank you Doctor," I say, reaching up to kiss him. I pull away after about twenty seconds to get a drink of water.

"Do we have any bottles of water?" I ask the Doctor.

"No, just have this," he says, handing me a half drunk cup of water.

"Alright," I mumble, downing the whole glass.

A/N I bet you know what's coming hehe

Time skip-at dinner

I look down at the menu, debating what to get. Obviously I have to go with a Mexican dish, but which one?

The Doctor gently pulls the menu from my hands and cups them in his own.

"Rose, you've been my companion for so long, but you mean so much more to me than that. I'm infinitely grateful for that moment when I grabbed your hand and said "Run" because if I hadn't our lives would never be the same. I love you with both of my hearts until the end of time..."

I begin to feel violently nauseous. I need to get to the bathroom right now. I stand up and interrupt "Doctor I need to go to the bathroom."

"Can't it wait?" He pleads.

"No!" I nearly scream, ripping my hands out of his and running to the bathroom, tearing into the stall, and hurling into the toilet. I hurl and hurl until I think there's nothing left in me. A pretty, young waitress comes in to check on me.

"Miss, your boyfriend is wondering if you are okay?" she says in a gorgeous accent.

"I'm not really," I reply.

"Can I come in?" she asks, and I moan a yes.

She doesn't seem bothered by the sight of me clutching the toilet seat in agony. "You drank bad water, then."

"Yes," I groan, feeling guilty.

She steps over to me and squats beside me. She rubs my back soothingly for awhile, and she leaves quickly to tell the Doctor I'm not feeling well. She returns promptly.

"He completely understands and is very, very sorry. He wants to take you back to your hotel."

I shakily stand, grabbing the waitress' hands for support. We walk over to the sink where I wash my hands and face until the mascara runs off. She helps me smooth my hair and smiles at our reflection.

"Thank you so much," I offer weakly, and put the equivalent of fifty American dollars in her hand.

"Thank you, but it's not necessary," she replies.

"Think of it as a tip for your excellent service," I joke weakly, and we laugh. I steady myself on the sink, and we walk out of the restroom.

Once I reach the doctor he engulfs me in a massive hug while speaking to the waitress about how to help me feel better. We pay, and walk out of the restaurant.

Le time skip-a la hotel

I'm throwing up. Literally throwing up into a toilet with my boyfriend holding my hair. He must hate this. I want to apologize but I can't until I stop. I guess trying to eat something was a mistake. Mercifully, the vomiting stops.

"Thank you Doctor," I groan, standing up, washing my hands, and reaching for the mouthwash.

"No problem," he replies, "it's a shame you got sick."

"How come you didn't?" I ask.

"I'm a time lord, I guess it doesn't affect me," he states, "I'm really sorry I told you to drink that tap water. The front desk said it was filtered!"

"That's okay, Doctor. I'm sorry too."

"What are you sorry for? It's not your fault," he says as he pulls me towards his chest.

I wrap my arms around him, sighing in his grip.

"Let's put you to bed, shall we?" he asks, laying me in the bed and putting the blankets over me.

"Yeah, thanks Doctor," I sigh, drifting off to sleep.