A/N: Hello! So far the story is starting to take shape in it's most basic elements, but I can't decide if I want it to be plot driven, or just fluff. I have options outlined for both, but let me know in a review or message which you'd prefer! Once the story is finished, I might just do a different version of the other story plan, so let me know. Meanwhile, enjoy!

Ps. I don't own Doctor Who or Legally Blonde

Chapter 2

The Doctor stared at the blue ceiling for 2 hours before he couldn't think anymore. He had tried to comprise a list of possible solutions to the shopping predicament.

1. Feign life threatening sickness

2. Hide Rose's pants

3. Profess false love to Rose Tyler and confess jealousy

He essentially had nothing. Rose knew that his Time Lord physiology wouldn't be threatened from a sickness on New Earth, and even if it was, the hospital on New Earth had the best medical technology, even without growing patients. If he hid Rose's pants, she would know he did it. If he told Rose that he loved her, he would: A. be held responsible for what would happen next and B. have to take her shopping anyway. He was caught between a rock and a department store, and it terrified him. Around five in the morning he got up to go look around the city.

He carefully tip toed out of the room and made sure the shut the door, but not loudly. Despite his careful efforts, Rose awoke to the sound of a gentle click.

"Great, he's running from the shopping." She rolled her eyes and tried to go back to sleep. After about 20 minutes, she abandoned her quest and threw off the covers. She rose from the plush bed and walked over to the teal colored window and it's matching curtains and watched the city wake up.

Rose thought to herself, the nice thing about cities is that although there are those hard partiers who stay out all night, around 6 in the morning you can see the corporate world wake up for their day.

She figured that she would run out to get breakfast and return to the hotel room to wait for the Doctor to return. She went into the bathroom which was every bit as blue as the rest of the room. She turned on the sky blue shower and waited for the water to heat up. When it got to the perfect temperature, she stepped in and took a quick 10 minute shower. After she stepped out she threw on her clothes from the previous day, not caring about her appearance, grabbed a room key, and ran out to go find a cafe.

The streets of New Chicago were surprisingly clean in Rose's opinion. About 3 blocks away from the hotel, Rose realized that she didn't have any New Earth currency. By this point she was hungry and refused to accept defeat, so she went to the nearest ATM to find out what the currency was. The screen of the ATM showed her that the currency on New Earth was credits. She recalled her first trip to Satellite 5. She recalled the silver stick that acted as a credit card for credits. She wasn't sure if it was actually a card, or if that was what a credit actually looked like. She figured that she could pawn some of her money at an antique shop. She went to the nearest man who didn't look like he would have kidnapped her and asked for directions.

The tall man sported a horrible blonde combover, but could be considered otherwise attractive. He gave her a puzzled look.

"I apologize miss, are you here from another world?" At first Rose assumed it was because of her cockney, but she then realized that she was in a time when humans had spread out over the universe.

"Yeah, yeah I am. Came a long way from home, I did."

"I'm sorry to inform you, but we don't have pawn shops on New Earth."

Recalling what the Doctor reminded her of in the elevator, Rose asked, "Wait, New Earth is supposed to be the result of a revival movement, right? If it is, then why aren't there pawn shops?" Rose knew from watching the mindless American TV show, Pawn Stars, that some of the greatest history in the world lies in the remains of objects.

The man with the blond combover just stared at her, squinting his blue eyes in an incredulous fashion and raising one eyebrow. "I'm sorry, I truly am, but you're just too strange. I understand visiting the planet, but you're just bizarre." With that, he turned away, the heels of his black loafers scuffing the sidewalk.

There were many strange things about the situation. The man, although from another millennium entirely, seemed to be dressed by 21st century standards. There was a shocking lack of one shop type missing from the entire planet. The man had looked at her as if she was insane even though she explained that she was a traveler. Despite all of those facts, what shocked Rose Tyler the most was that the Doctor hadn't popped up behind her in the 10 minutes she had been gone.

She turned around to see just the street and its shopped lining. Without money, she couldn't pay for anything, so she turned around to go back to the hotel. Trudging her feet along the sidewalk, she prepared herself for the hell that she was about to put herself through.

The Doctor had made better use of his time. He went through the entire tootsie roll museum to select the highlights for he later tour with Rose, met a homeless cat, and bought a bunch of 4 bananas. He decided that at that point he had probably caused Rose enough misery and headed back to the hotel. He walked about a mile before reaching the hotel.

Simultaneously, they made their way to their room and met at the door at precisely the same time.

"Where on New Earth did you go?"

"Well, I just stepped out for a bit, you know bit of fresh morning air."

"Right, and it had nothing to do with you trying to escape me and our shopping excursion for today?"

"Rose Tyler I am offended! I may not like the idea of this plan to help you get an outfit so that you can win a bet against you, a poorly fought bet mind that, but a bet nonetheless, but I would not desert you on a distant planet because of it!" They opened the door and stared into the blue void of a room for a moment. Rose walked over and sat on the corner of the navy blue bed while the Doctor leaned against the wall.

"I'm sorry."

"Rose, what for? It's not your fault that you're untrusting of my inquisitive nature." Rose rolled her eyes and took a deep breath in.

"No, I'm sorry for making you do the shopping thing. I mean, I knew you might not be thrilled about it, but if you really don't want to that's okay, I won't force you." The Doctor's eyes grew wide and began to well up.

"Rose, I may not like the idea of you auctioning yourself off to someone else for the sake of winning a bet, but that doesn't mean I won't support you in it."

"Great," Rose began while wiping a tear that had snuck its way from her eye and ran its course down her cheek, "so will you be ready to go in 15 minutes?" The Doctor nodded and 13 minutes later they were off.

"Where are we?"

"It's called a department store."

"Its beautiful." The Doctor was mesmerized by the sight of the 42nd century store. They stood in a verdant atrium that extended 30 stories up, each floor with a different theme color for its foliage. He took in a deep breath and smelled the refreshing scent of lavender and Dr. Pepper.

"First a deep breath, take it all in." Rose nodded to him. She knew that if he kept smelling at that rate his senses would go crazy in less than 5 minutes.

"What's that smell?"

"Love," a saleswoman popped up behind them, "the new fragrance from Chanel." Rose felt a slight blush creep up her cheeks, but luckily the Doctor was preoccupied smelling other colognes and feeling fabrics.

First, they headed to the men's department. Rose wanted to buy some appropriate club wear for the Doctor before their bet began so that he could watch the action. Much like any department store she had been to before, the racks were lined with expensive fabrics and electronic sales tags. They went to the casual section and browsed through jeans of various cuts and washes.

"Rose, I love these ones!" The Doctor squealed excitedly. Rose was just happy that he agreed to it in the end. Unfortunately, the jeans that the Doctor had selected were a grungy, light wash pair with slits on the thighs, a New Earth fashion trend that never really caught on.

"Uhm, well why don't you add it to the pile of pairs to try on. Here," she replied handing him a pair of dark wash skinny jeans.

"But Rose, these ones are perfect, I can just tell." He pleaded.

"Doctor, I don't care if you think they're the ones, just give everything else a chance."

"But they all look so ugly..."

"A good code to go by is the uglier it looks on the rack, the better it looks on. Just try it."

"Rose," he gave her a stern face that radiated, you stupid ape, "that's statistically impossible. You know that with my keen sense of fashion it will probably not only look great, but be the correct size too." He grinned, his tongue popping out from behind his front teeth. She wanted to argue with him, to tell him to stop being so naive and childish, but the smile she gave him made her slouch in a nearby chair while he went into the dressing room to change.

He appeared again about two minutes later, clad in the hideous, torn jeans. They were too large and the slices in the legs made it look as if he was attacked by a vicious animal. Above all, they were boot cut. Large boot cut. The Doctor looked hideous in the bell bottom jeans and Rose made a mental note to not go with him to the 70s. Ever.

"Rose, I think you were right," the Doctor said. He glanced down at his legs and shuddered. "They don't fit very well or look very good." Though she was happy that he admitted her victory, she was upset to see him so disappointed.

"Here," she said, handing him two more hangers with a black dress shirt and a burgundy sweater respectively, "I picked these up earlier. Go try them on with the dark jeans I gave you, yeah?" She smiled earnestly, hoping to cheer him up, and he sulked back into the dressing rooms.

Rose sat in the modern, chic chair and looked at the beautiful 14th floor scenery while the Doctor changed. Inside the dressing room, the visibly down Doctor slid off the failure jeans and exchanged them for Rose's suggested outfit. Though he didn't like to admit it, he thought it would look better. It wasn't until he finished and checked the mirror to see that he looked great that he felt more chipper. The red of the sweater brought out the natural red undertones in his hair and made it look more voluminous, the black dress shirt gave it a relaxed, yet professional appeal, and the jeans hugged his legs in a relaxed lilt that was fitting, yet loose. Best of all, his red chucks fit perfectly with the outfit. All in all, he decided that he looked sexy before he walked out of the dressing room, a spring in his step.

"Rose, I'm finished."

Rose rounded the corner to find him leaning against the wall with a smirk. She slowly walked towards him and her breath hitched. She found it increasingly more difficult to get closer, but she persisted with her endeavor when she finally reached him.

"It looks good. Really good." She chuckled nervously and turned around to hide her intensifying blush. He obviously looked good and he knew it, but Rose felt almost ashamed to look at him. It felt like it was so beautiful and sacred that she was ruining it with her gaze. Of course it was just a sweater and jeans, but she thought of the magnitude of the transformation in awe.

"Great! Now that I have something, we should get you an outfit as well."

They travelled down 3 floors to the women's department. This floor was well lit with windows filling every wall. The view over New Chicago took away Rose's breath and the Doctor had to remind her of their purpose.

"Rose, we should pick up your clothes so we can go." Rose just stood there staring out at the skyline of the city. "Rose." It was more of a whisper than a reminder. He tapped her on the shoulder and felt her lean into his touch before turning around to finish their trip.

Racks lined with brightly colored dressed popped out at Rose before she made a conscious decision to avoid all reds. She didn't want people to think they were a matching couple when they entered the club. After browsing the section for about 20 minutes, she found a form fitting blue dress. It was a dark blue, body con dress, but it was covered in overlapping blue silk squares that made it look like a rippling wave. It had one shoulder, a black belt, and came mid thigh on Rose. She knew that it would be perfect, but kept looking just in case. She also found a white dress with a fuller, knee length skirt and a beaded design on the waist and a black dress with mesh sleeves and an open back.

Rose went in the dressing room to model them and went sequentially by her personal appeal. She began with the black dress and strutted out of the dressing room to let the Doctor see. When he saw her, he had the same relaxed breathless look as he did after Cassandra kissed him in New New York.

"You look...you look..."

"Is the time lord finally speechless? No words left?"

"No I know the perfect word. Beautiful. You look beautiful."

"Thank you." The two were cradling each other by the arms and gently pulled away after this comment. After they pulled away, Rose softly said, "Ya know, I still have two more. This was my least favorite of the three." She then ran back in to the dressing room and put on the white dress. Outside, the Doctor braced himself. He hadn't been prepared to see Rose look quite that good, and he made a mental note to stay seated and not to get within 5 feet of her.

The Doctor held himself well throughout the white dress, but feared what the last dress would do to him. He was losing control of himself and most ashamedly, his libido. Rose stepped out cautiously in the blue dress and the Doctor bit his lips so that his jaw wouldn't drop.

"Doctor, I'm having a bit of trouble with the zipper. Could you help me?" She waited for a second and when he didn't respond she offered, "Or, ya know, I could find an employee to do it." She dropped her eyes to the floor, embarrassed by her request to have the Doctor help her.

"No Rose, it's fine, it's just that the dress looks really good. I mean really good. Not just good by my standards, but by anyone's standards and whoever the subject of your false affection is will be incredibly lucky." Rose smiled as she turned around and offered the zipper to the Doctor. He let his hand linger on her back for a minute before massaging her shoulders. He sunk in and leaned his head on her left shoulder, and she felt her breath become scarce. He thought about tilting his head to kiss her neck, but quickly decided against it, zipped the dress and stepped away. Rose inwardly groaned at the loss of contact, but turned around and looked at the goofy stare the Doctor had.

"So this is the one then, yeah?"

"Yes, yes I suppose it is."

"Hold on, let me run and grab a pair of shoes and earrings for it. I'll meet you back at the hotel." Rose turned and ran back to change. The Doctor headed out to the door, but found himself caught on level 8, the food court. Though New Chicago had a variety of restaurant types varying from 18th century Italian to 41st century fast food, he found himself caught at a small fish and chip stand. He ordered one large serving and sat down at a table. He pulled out his sonic and sent Rose a text to meet him there for lunch when she was finished.

He tried to be polite and he tried to wait, but after a half hour he wanted to dig in. The Doctor loved the British classic and wanted desperately to taste it from New Chicago. He took a bite of the fish, which was alright, but the chips were to die for. He bit off half of one when he looked up to find Rose snatching it from his fingers and finishing the chip herself. She laughed before asking why he hadn't waited for her.

Instead of replying to her question, the Doctor just looked her in the eye and said "Whoever the bloke is that gets you tonight is one lucky bastard." She gazed into his eyes for a moment and leaned forward slightly before looking down into her lap. They finished their lunch in silence