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Chapter 1: Theme: Flowers

"Where do you wanna go next?" The Doctor had asked the usual question as soon as they caught their breathe in the TARDIS after being chased by giant pink blood sucking teddy bears in the planet of Sanguinant where they had accidentally landed.

Rose laughed, still panting, slightly hunched forward, her hands on her knees. "Somewhere with less pink, I think."

"So not your bedroom", he remarked before he could stop himself, earning a glare from her, and then added hurriedly. "We could visit the New earth's 22nd man-made moon. It's fully golden in color, not a trace of pink."

"Twenty-two moons?" Rose rolled her eyes. "I reckon people in the future are really bored, eh?"

The Doctor took that as a yes. "Alright. To the moon then!" He chirped happily, setting up the TARDIS for their next destination.

"It's PINK." was her first response when she opened the door of the TARDIS, and the smile on his face evaporated faster than liquid mercury does on the EEK sun in Galaxy YIKES.

"That's impossible." He shook his head. "The moon's not pink. I'm sure."

And yet, it was. The sky was a hue of light pink. The sand under their feet was crimson tinged pink. The leaves on the trees in the distance were reddish pink, and so were the weird polygonal bricks that the houses were made of. She was willing to bet ten squids on the fact that the water here was some shade of pink too.

The conclusion was obvious. But of course he wasn't going to say it out loud, and of course she was going to. "You landed us in the wrong place. Again."

"Oi!" He protested, his right eyebrow arching up in dismay. "The TARDIS does this sometimes, I can't help it. We still have fun, don't we?"

Sure, if being chased by evil weird monsters and almost eaten to death most of the time counted as fun. Which, it did, most of the time. But sometimes, just sometimes, she wished that they could just unwind and have some nice relaxing time somewhere for a change. And nope, that totally didn't have anything to do with him smashing through a mirror without a way back for a certain little French woman or how she had almost, almost lost him so many times.

She didn't voice her feelings though. She simply started walking ahead, with the Doctor following her, and for a change (Thank Heavens) quietly. Soon enough, they reached the little town, and of course the people (or whatever the heck they were called) were pink-skinned. Note to nature: learn color-blocking.

"I think we landed in Pluto's nineteenth moon", the Doctor remarked, breaking her out of her chain of thoughts. "Which is great, really! This is a wonderful place, the people here are extremely friendly."

Rose scrunched up her nose, as if the very air she was breathing smelt a foul taste of that God-awful favorite color of hers that she was starting to hate, thanks to, as usual, the Doctor- she'd never forgive him for how he had once gotten them into a hostile planet where the giant pig-headed aliens ate human burgers (because the universe great at irony) and she had almost become lunch and had vowed never to have burgers again.

"It's PINK", she repeated again, and with more distaste in her words this time.

The Doctor, fortunately, didn't have to respond. They were interrupted by a greeting from their side. "Hello! Visiting for the first time, I reckon? Is there anything we can help you with? You can stay in our Grand Inn, and please, don't worry about currency, it's on us."

"Wow, thanks", Rose muttered, a hint of smile creeping up on her face for the first time since they landed here.

The Doctor had that annoying "I told you so" look on his face that made her want to shove him inside her mum's washing machine and never let him out. She shot him another glare, and he quickly looked away.

She followed his gaze, and saw a crowd of people gathered in a circle in the street. Curiosity got the better of her, not that she'd ever admit to him, and not that he didn't know that already, and she peered to see what was going on. They both walked to the gathering, and saw a couple in the middle, the boy presenting the girl with a flower. Everyone cheered and clapped, and the girl beamed from ear to ear.

"That's rather domestic." The Doctor remarked, unimpressed.

And another glare. "It's really sweet."

By this point he had the sense that he was definitely doing something wrong, though he didn't have a clue what he was doing wrong, naturally. And there was only one thing he could think of that he thought would quell her anger.

He picked up a flower from the ground and held it out for her. "A rose for my Rose." He inwardly cursed himself on how he had meant to say "My friend Rose" and it came out like that, but was relieved when she seemed to not notice.

She laughed, taking the flower from him, and smelling it. "This is a strange rose they have here", she observed, noticing the hive like red patterns on the petals of the flower. "It's nice though. Thank you."

He beamed brightly, relieved that she wasn't angry anymore, and held out his arm for her. She dangled her arm in his, and they were on their way to the inn. He used his psychic paper to check them in, and she was pretty sure that she didn't wanna know who exactly they checked in as, judging by the salutes the staff were throwing their way. They followed a staff to their room, and were soon left alone inside.

"This is nice", Rose remarked, loving the warmth in the room, despite the blaring pink walls and bed-spread.

The Doctor grinned to himself, pleased at his ability to satisfy his companion.

And then she saw her reflection in the mirror and screamed. "WHY IS THERE HIVES ON MY FACE?"

"Oh, Blimey!" The Doctor exclaimed, noticing her face for the first time since they got here, with him walking behind her and she never turning to look at him. "It must have been the flower. Some humans are allergic to it."

"You're telling me this now?" She asked in disbelief, the "you're impossible" look back to her face.

His eyebrows arched up in alarm, mouth going dry, and both his hearts beating faster. Infuriated Rose Tyler was much more terrifying than an army of Daleks led by Cybermen led by Slitheens- wait would Daleks ever- no, he could't get distracted again. "Only 0.9% humans are allergic to it. How was I supposed to know that you were one of them?"

"You're just making that up!" She accused, and damn it, she was right.

"See, this is why I don't do domestic!" He pointed out, running his hand nervously through his ruffled hair, which was so adorable that it almost made her melt, which in turn made her even more mad.

"So you're saying this is my fault?" She asked, hands on her hips. And then she noticed that the hives had spread to her limbs too and her fingers were swelling. "Do something!" She demanded.

It's not like he wasn't going to! If only she could just stop being mad at him for- He cut his thoughts off mid-way and took out his sonic screwdriver. He adjusted some settings, muttering something under his breath, walked up to her, stared at her for a minute, contemplating internally, then walked back up, not wanting to take any chances, picked up the rose that she had left on the table, and used the sonic screwdriver on it. The hives disappeared within a few seconds, and he sighed in relief, thanking the entire Gallifrey that he had got it right.

He quickly rushed to her, grinning victoriously, and waved the sonic screwdriver all over her face. "Is it working? Is it working?" She asked impatiently, then rushed to the mirror to check for herself. She was relieved to see the hives fade, and almost reconsidering making the Doctor give her a mani-pedi when they got back to TARDIS.

Of course he had to open his mouth that moment. "Well?" He asked, as if waiting for her to do something.

She looked at him questioningly, having no clue what he meant. "What?"

"Take off your clothes."

"What?" She asked, almost sure she heard him wrong, and if not, once again certain that the old daft alien had an extremely stupid sense of timing.

He held his sonic screwdriver up in response, as if that was self-explanatory, and sometimes she almost wondered if she was the one who was thick. When he noticed the blank look of confusion still on her face, he explained. "I need to heal the hives from the rest of your body."

She blinked. "You mean that didn't do it?"

He looked at her like she just asked him if the earth was a planet. "No. It only heals the areas of the skin that are exposed to the LOLZY ray."

"The what now?" She asked, then held up her hand to stop him from explaining. "Just give it to me, I'll do it myself."

The Doctor shook his head. "I don't think you know how to use it properly."

She glared at him- as if he is so good at using it himself- and just when he was about to give her the sonic screwdriver- bye, bye, old friend, we had some great times- she took off her hoodie, and then her shirt.

"Oh", he said aloud before he could stop himself, and honestly, she isn't the first creature or even the first human who's, well, umm.

But it's Rose. She's... look, he's not good with words or domestics, and her state of partial undress isn't helping either, okay? His, umm, physiology wasn't always under his control.

He used his nine hundred years of self-control to calm his breathing, and silently waved the sonic screwdriver all over her torso. He was relieved to see the hives fade.

"I think the hives hadn't spread to my legs yet." She said, and while they both felt both relieved as well as disappointed, of course they had no clue how the other one felt.

"So much for flowers", Rose laughed, plopping down on the bed, still not dressed.

He wondered if he was forgiven. He didn't have to wonder long though. "Go get me some food, I'm starving. And make sure I'm not allergic to them."

Yeah, she didn't have to tell him that.

A/N: This is my first Doctor Who fic. I'm obsessed with this pairing. I hope you like it. :D Should I make it a multi-chapter story?