A Change In Time

A Change In Time Chapter Three

They stood like that for what seemed like forever, Rose clinging onto the Doctor like she would die without his embrace. But he didn't mind; He liked whenever she would hold onto him, hold his hand, kiss his cheek; which was even more rare. He closed his eyes and inhaled softly, loving the smell of her. She smelled like lavender and honey and a scent he could only identify as Rose. He exhaled softly onto her neck, causing her to sigh with contentment. It was moments like these when he really wanted to kiss her. He wanted to know what her lips tasted like, what her tongue would feel like wrestling with his own. At the feel of his trousers beginning to heavy he closed his eyes and shook the thoughts away. This body was so hormonal. He pulled back from her, knowing full well that if he didn't he would probably kiss her. She looked up at him and he smiled down at her, making her smile. She is so beautifulhe thought. Why can't I break the rules just this once? He closed his eyes again, internally kicking himself. He knew what happened when you went down the just-this-once rout. It's never just this once. Once you give in, it continues. And he didn't want him and Rose to be like that; Just some fling until she died and he got a new companion to play with. He loves Rose. So he wont subject her to that.

He opened his eyes and smiled down at her, "I think we should go back to your mum's flat. She's probably worried." Rose sighed and looked up at the tree, then back at the Doctor,

"Okay," She replied, turning around and trudging through the snow. Her hands fell into her pockets- much to the Doctor's dismay- and she walked fast, as if she didn't want him to stand beside her. He scampered after her, and once he reached her he slowed his pace to match her own foot movements. Rose was oddly quiet. He snuck a look at her while she wasn't paying attention. She seemed fine, yet there was less skip in her step. Even though it was probably due to the fact that Mickey was gone, the Doctor couldn't help but feel like things had gotten worse. Was it something he did? Did he say something wrong? Sometimes he felt he wasn't good for anything. Sure he could save the world half a dozen times, but did they ever thank him? Sometimes people did, but a lot of times the creatures he saved were just so ungrateful..

But Rose never was. If he ever had to save her, if she didn't tell him while they were running for their lives, she'd tell him how much she loved to be with him and that he was wonderful and she was glad to have met him. And then she'd thank him. That's just the type of girl she was; Wonderful and passionate and so kind. The silence was defining, so the Doctor decided to change that,

"So what do you want to do?" He asked, searching her eyes for an answer. She frowned,

"What do you mean?" She asked, her eyes looking at everything but him. He sighed,

"While we're here. Plenty to do, you and me. And Jackie. Let's not forget Jackie. Whatever you want Rose; We could go visit your relatives, go to see a movie, stay in and eat, anything you want and we'll do it. Promise." She finally looked up at him. He was wearing a smile he hoped she returned. She did, but weakly. It was gone as quickly as it had come,

"Dunno," She said, fixating her eyes in front of her, "Guess we could just hang out at the flat 'til Christmas. Leave the next day. That's only four days. Think you'll survive?" Rose stopped and was looking at him seriously. He knew that she would never say it out loud, but she wanted to be with her mother so badly. She didn't get to see her much, but the old him had always hated domestic, so Rose never asked. He hated that. Hated the old him. Sure he may have been able to make the tough decisions faster and done things a bit better than he could have, but the old him held no happiness. He was a dark and unhappy person then. But his love for Rose had changed him, morphed this new body into someone who could love, and play, and flirt, and just be a man that Rose could be playful around. He smiled at her,

"Of course Rose. Take all the time you need." She smiled at him and walked up to her mother's doorstep, pulling out her key. She stuck it in the lock and twisted the knob, opening the door and stepping into the thresh hold of her mother's flat. The Doctor smiled. She was so quiet, so careful, afraid her mother might be asleep. That was Rose Tyler alright; Always looking out for others before she even thought about herself.