Chapter Eleven

"I'm sorry!"

The Doctor stared at the console, not turning around."

"You promised," he said.

"Doctor, I'm sorry! I said I'm sorry!"

The Doctor turned to face her. "Rose Tyler, you promised you wouldn't spill on my sheets or my banana pajamas, and you spilled all over both."

"Yeah, 'cause you bumped me."

"I did no such thing!" protested the Doctor, walking over to Rose.

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"And it doesn't matter, anyway! The TARDIS cleaned it all up in seconds."

"The point is, you promised, Rose Tyler. I don't know if I can ever trust you again." The Doctor turned his back again.

"Oh my god, I'm so scared."

"You should be," said the Doctor, grinning. He turned around, pulling out his sonic screwdriver. "I'm armed."

"Oh, you're not gonna use that on me." Rose grinned and walked over to the Doctor's side.

"Oh, really? Why not?"

Rose got up on tiptoe and kissed his cheek. "Because you want me to do that again."

"Rose!"

"Yes, Doctor?"

"How are you so adorable?"

"Dunno. I just come that way."

"C'mere, you," the Doctor laughed, but Rose was too fast for him. She dashed off, and he chased her around the control room a few times before he finally caught her. "Gotcha!" He picked her up and spun her around.

"You shouldn't be running all that much," said the Doctor, putting her down. "You've been sick."

"I've also been keeping track of time, and it's been long enough. TARDIS?"

Your temperature's stayed down. You're good to go!

Rose grinned. Then she whispered to the TARDIS, "Three... two... one..."

"Fantastic!"

"Ha! I called it!" said Rose, laughing.

"So you did, Rose Tyler," said the Doctor, grabbing her hands and dancing with her around the control room. "So you did."

They faced each other, holding hands, for a few moments, when the TARDIS decided to help out.

Just kiss already! You both want to!

"Maybe a psychic spaceship isn't that bad," said Rose.

"Maybe not," said the Doctor, and they kissed.

"So, Rose Tyler, now that you're all better, where and when do you want to go?"

"Oh, I don't know, you choose. Whatever you want."

"Anything?"

"Yeah. Wait. No. One condition."

"What is it?"

"No poisonous gas!" said Rose, laughing.

"Absolutely no poisonous gas, I promise. I've had enough of that for a lifetime."

Rose grinned. "So have I."

The Doctor looked over at Rose, and put an arm around her shoulders. "Ready to go?"

"Definitely!"

"Hold on!" And off they went, into time... and space!

Fin.

Hey guys! That's the end of That Time Rose Got Sick! Hope you enjoyed!

Special thanks to:

Alizarin on deviantART, for the right to use her picture.

Meg (MWLS0927) for translating into Chinese!

Russell Davies, Steven Moffat (a little bit), Christopher Eccleston, Billie Piper, everyone who walks 500 miles (oh, wait, wrong Doctor), and the BBC for bringing my OTP to life

And all of you, for reading, reviewing, and being awesome.

Love always,

Kathryn Willa