AN: Sorry it's been such a long time between updates, I was crazy busy between the holidays, school, and work. This chapter forsees another companion joining the already busy TARDIS team, because as we know, the universe doesn't give breaks ;D Enjoy!

When Rose became aware of herself once more, the first thing she was aware of was being firmly tucked against someone's side. She shifted to be able to glance at the person in question, and smiled softly when she saw it was as snoozing Doctor.

Rose leaned down and murmured in his ear, "Hey, sleepyhead."

The Doctor didn't budge, he just muttered something in his sleep, and grasped Rose more tightly. She chuckled at that and snuggled against his chest, and it was then the Doctor woke up.

He rubbed his eyes and opened them widely, jumping back from her. "Rose!" he exclaimed. "You're awake!"

She laughed and ruffled his hair affectionately. "Yes, obviously."

He hugged her tightly, and murmured, "I missed you," against her hair.

She blushed and said, "I missed you, too."

"How do you feel?" he asked, and Rose paused for a moment, assessing the damage.

"Actually," she stretched her muscles a bit. "I don't feel sore or anything at all. In fact...I feel better than before I even went into a coma!"

The Doctor grinned at that. "Am I brilliant or what?"

"Let's not go gettin' a big head, now," Rose chastised.

"Too late," he joked, placing a kiss to her forehead.

"Doctor," she said quietly. "This can be a common thing now, yeah?" she asked nervously.

"Well," he paused. "If you want it to be."

"What d'you want?" she asked.

The Doctor gulped. "I would- yes. I would like that, very much."

"Okay," she beamed.

"Okay," he answered, grinning at her.

"We should probably tell the others I'm awake," Rose pointed out. "You know how Jack will get."

"Jack-schmack," the Doctor muttered.

"Oi, Mr. Jealousy," she scolded. "I'm pretty sure it's clear by now who I prefer?"

When he didn't answer, she sighed. "You just want me to prove it again, don't you?"

Rose pulled him closer by his jacket lapels, fisting her hands in his suit jacket and firmly kissing his lips. Her tongue slid into his mouth effortlessly, making her illicit a groan which the Doctor quickly reciprocated.

"There," she said quietly when she pulled back, panting. "How's that?"

He hummed contently. "Proven."

The Doctor sat up and got out of the bed, holding out his hand to pull Rose up next to him.

"We'll tell them together," he said happily.

"Yeah," Rose agreed, lacing their fingers together.

…..

"Does this mean we can travel again?" Donna asked, beaming at the pair of them and swinging her legs over the edge of the TARDIS doorway.

"That depends on how Rose feels-" the Doctor began, tucking the blonde woman tighter against his side, as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Of course I want to!" she exclaimed happily. "I told you I felt a million times better, and I love travelin'. Besides, I feel horribly that these two were forced to stay in this box for weeks."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because we totally would have left you here, Rosie."

She harrumphed. "You should have at least."

"Wouldn't have been right, would it?" Donna said softly, keeping her eyes trained to the whirling galaxies in front of them.

Rose beamed at her friends. "Thank you."

Jack reached over to place a kiss on her forehead, only to earn a glare from the Doctor.

"Let's get back to this subject of you and the Doctor!" he announced grandly, moving once more to be out of reach of the Tyler slap.

"What about it?" she asked shyly, her cheeks flushing.

"Are you guys dating or-"

But Jack never got to finish that sentence, because the console started sparking, making the timeship lurch to the right, and almost flinging them all into space.

"What the hell was that?!" Donna demanded, standing up quickly, with the others not far behind. The redhead marched over to the console, putting her hands on her hips.

"What was it?" Rose asked, frowning. "The TARDIS usually never does that."

"I don't know," the Doctor admitted, opening his mouth to say something else, when suddenly the doors shut violently and the dematerialization noise started.

Jack and the Doctor sprung towards the controls, trying to stop the TARDIS from whatever had caused it to misbehave.

"I can't stop it!" the Doctor shouted, frustrated. "What are you doing?!" he demanded, yanking the monitor over towards him to look at it.

He frowned.

"What is it?" Rose asked again, going over to stand next to him.

"It's like...something's pulling us towards this location. It's...a few years after the battle we were just at in your time, Rose. London. Royal Hope Hospital."

"Ugh," she said, pulling a face. "I'm not too fond on hospitals anymore after the cat nurses and Cassandra."

The Doctor smirked at her. "Lady-killer," he teased her, pulling her closer.

"You've been lookin'," she retorted back, just inches away from his lips.

Donna cleared her throat, making them jump away from each other. "As fascinatin' as your little jokes and dances around each other are, I want to know why the bloody hell we've landed here, and why it was out of your control to stop it, Doctor, don't you?"

At this, the Doctor's face lit up with a smile. "Yes! Yes, of course! Rose?" He turned to look at her, a worried look passing over his face.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't worry about me. Let's go. The old team back together!"

"Right!" the Doctor exclaimed, yanking down the brake lever. "Who wants to go investigate?"

Donna, Jack, and Rose looked like they were about to jump out of their own skin from excitement.

"No time to lose, spaceman!" Donna called, rushing down the pathway to the door, the others not far behind.

"What's the plan, Doc?" Jack asked as they ran outside into the sunshine.

"Just hang on, one moment," Rose said, pausing to soak up the Sun's rays. "The Sun feels so nice after bein' confined to a cot."

The Doctor smiled at her before saying, "Okay, here's what we're gonna do."

…..

"Now then, Mr. Smith, a very good morning to you. How are you today?" the student superior, an older man, asked.

"Oh, not so bad," the Doctor answered, shrugging. "Still a bit, you know, blah." He stuck out his lower lip at this, and then a young, blonde nurse was at his side.

"Have your juice, Mr. Smith," Rose said, handing over a carton of orange juice.

"Thank you, Nurse Tyler," he said, beaming at her.

She went to work on fixing his pillows when the superior started speaking once more.

"John Smith, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains. Jones?" he asked, turning towards a young, African-American woman in the group. "Why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me."

Jack rolled his eyes from his position in the group, blowing a stray strand of hair from his face. How he had managed to blend in still baffled Rose.

The student moved to the side of the bed, gupling audibly, but turning towards her patient seriously. "That wasn't very clever, running around outside, was it?" she asked sternly, much to the confusion of the three of them in the room.

"Sorry?" the Doctor asked.

"On Chancellor Street this morning?" she went on, motioning towards him like he should remember. "You came up to me and took your tie off."

"Really?" he asked, fascinated. "What'd I do that for?"

"I don't know," Jones answered, "just did."

"Not me," he assured. "I was here, in bed. Ask the nurse." The Doctor inclined his head at Rose who stopped her motions with the pillows to nod.

"Well, that's weird," she said. "'Cause it looked just like you. Have you got any brothers?"

"No," he said, a sad look coming over his face quickly. "Not anymore. Just me."

Rose filed that bit of information away to ask later.

"Time passes and I grow ever more weary and infirm, Miss Jones," the superior said sharply.

""Sorry, right," the student said, with a shake of her head. She placed her stethoscope over his chest, and Rose sucked in a breath at the thought of what the medical student would say when she heard the sound of a double heartbeat.

Her eyes widened, and she looked at the Doctor as if he would confirm what she heard was real. He winked at her.

"I weep for future generations," the superior said rather rudely behind them. "Are you having trouble locating the heart, Miss Jones."

"Er, I don't know," she answered. "Stomach cramps?"

"That's a symptom, not a diagnosis," he chastised. "And you rather failed basic techniques by not consulting the patient's chart first."

He picked up the chart only to get an electrical shock.

"That happened to me this morning!" the student exclaimed.

"I had the same thing on the door handle," Jack supplied.

"And me on the lift," someone else answered.

"That's only to be expected," the superior said, shrugging them off. "There's a thunderstorm moving in, and lightning is a form of static electricity, as was first proven by...anyone?"

"Benjamin Franklin," the Doctor answered immediately.

"Correct," the superior said, looking surprised.

"My mate, Ben," the Doctor said fondly, causing Rose to give him a sharp jab to the ribs. "That was a day and a half," he continued. "I got rope burns off that kite, and then I got soaked."

"Quite," he replied, looking very concerned.

"And then I got electrocuted!" the Doctor finished.

"Moving on," the superior said quickly. "I think perhaps a visit from Psych. And next we have-"

As soon as the group was out of sight, the Doctor and Rose sighed in relief.

"That was a stupid thing to say," she warned.

He shrugged. "Doesn't matter, we'll be out of here soon. Just waiting for Donna to-"

Whatever he was about to say was cut off by a big surge if power.

"A-ha!" the Doctor exclaimed triumphantly, leaping out of the bed. "There she is!"

It soon became quite apparent that it wasn't Donna, however, when Jack and the woman in question came bursting into the room.

"Have you seen the rain?" Jack demanded, causing them all to stare out the window.

A big bolt of lightning filled the sky and then with the the thunder, the building started to tip.

The group was stumbling around, trying to find something solid to grab onto.

"Doctor, what's happenin'?" Rose asked nervously.

He scrambled around in his suit jacket poker until he landed upon the sonic screwdriver. Setting 110-L, and he said gravely, "We're moving."

"Moving?!" Donna shrieked. "How can we be moving?!"

Almost as soon as she'd said that, the shaking stopped, and the TARDIS team was able to stabilize themselves once more.

The Doctor grabbe Rose's hand, and the four of them sprinted out into the hallway.

"We've gone to the moon!" A passerby shouted, making the crowd panic even more.

"The moon!" an elderly lady remarked. "How can we've gone there? We haven't got a rocket ship."

"That's a good question, Doctor," Rose remarked. "How can we have come to the moon?"

"Best way to find out is to start looking," he said matter-of-factly.

Jack and Donna followed them into a nearby room, when the young woman from earlier entered with another doctor. They went straight to the window.

"It's real," she said in awe. "It's really real. Hold on-" She moved to open the window.

"Don't!" the doctor exclaimed. "We'll lose all the air!"

"But they aren't exactly airtight," the woman mused. "If the air was going to get sucked out it would have happened straight away, but it didn't. So, how come?"

The Doctor stepped up, taking Rose along with him. "Very good point. Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?" he asked.

"Martha," the woman introduced.

"And it was Jones, wasn't it? Well then, Martha Jones, the question is: how are we still breathing?"

Rose smiled. He was testing her; she knew this bit.

"We can't be," the other doctor piped up.

"Well, obviously we are, so don't waste my time," the Doctor chided, eyes never wavering from Martha.

Rose rolled her eyes.

Donna apologized. "He's a bit rude, the spaceman, pay him no mind."

"Martha, what have we got?" the Doctor continued. "Is there a balcony on this floor, or veranda, or-"

"By the patient's lounge, yeah," Martha interrupted.

The Doctor turned his attention toward the rest of them. "Fancy going out?"

"Okay," Rose agreed.

"Yeah," Donna said.

"Of course," Jack supplied.

He turned back towards Martha. "And you, Ms. Jones?"

"Okay." She nodded.

"We might die," he prodded.

"We might not," she reasoned.

"Good. Come on," he motioned. "Not her, she'll hold us up."

The five of them pushed open the glass doors and stepped out, breathing deeply.

"We've got air," Jack realized.

"How does tha work?" Rose asked.

"Just be glad it does," the Doctor said somberly.

"I've got a party tonight," Martha began monotonously, eyes on the Earth. "It's my brothers twenty-first. My mother's going to be really, really-"

Rose patted her shoulder. "It's alright, we'll get this sorted."

"Yeah," Donna agreed. "That's one thing the skinny streak of nothin' can manage to do."

"Oi!" the Doctor protested. "I'm rather brilliant at a lot of things, thank you very much."

They all snorted.

"So modest, too," Jack commented.

"Want to go back in?" He questioned Martha.

"No way," she breathed. "I mean we could die any minute, but it's beautiful all the same."

"You think?" The Doctor asked.

"Yeah," Martha grinned widely.