This is the first fic I've done in a while, so forgive me if it doesn't turn out quite as good as any previous ones :) OK, so…no spoilers etc etc (unless you don't know David Tennant is the Doctor and if so you're a little behind the times, sorry) LMAO!

Dr Who belongs to Mr Russell T Davies and the BBC, not me unfortunately

Just a silly little fluffy fic

Here we go…

LANGUAGES

Rose sat in the control room, twiddling her left earring very thoughtfully, and staring at the back of a tousled dark brown haired head, which was bent over in concentration as the owner of it sat, legs crossed, deeply immersed in mending a small part of the TARDIS. The TARDIS hummed merrily as he connected two wires together, showering the floor with sparks.

"Go on, go on…STICK…yes!"

Rose rolled her eyes as he shook his head like bored puppy, and settled back to his work in silence. Deciding he wasn't in the mood for much intelligible conversation, she shuffled in her seat, and continued to watch him in silence.

An hour later, the Doctor jumped to his feet as quickly as if he'd sat on the kettle again (that had been so funny!!) and glanced over at his silent companion, slumped, looking rather bored, in a chair.

"Why Rose," he teased, plopping down next to her, carelessly draping an arm round her shoulders and grinning boyishly at her "I believe I have never seen you so silent for such a long period of time!"

She jabbed him hard in the ribs.

"What was that for?" he whimpered, looking hurt and withdrawing the arm. Rose stood up, pretending to be cross, but he could see that little smile playing around her mouth. He caught her eyes, his own twinkling, amused. She put her hands on her hips.

"I do not talk that much. In fact, compared to you…"

He laughed "Alright."

Rose moved closer too him, her eyes sparkling again. She wound her arms around his waist and looked up at him, blinking innocently at him. The Doctor's stomach did an involuntary back flip as she did so, but he tried to ignore it.

"What are you after?" he said, trying to keep his voice steady as she hugged him tight.

"Weeeeeeeell… "she began "You talk more than me, yeah? But you know more languages than me…"

"I thought you hated French?"

"I do!" she declared, wrinkling her nose and releasing him "I mean, all that grammar stuff was just…eurgh! Well I hated it anyway. No, I was more thinking alien."

"If you mean Gallifreyen…well French grammar is complete toddler stuff compared with my language." Rose frowned at him.

"Well it'd be different, wouldn't it? Not stuck in a stuffy classroom with some boring old teacher would I? I'd be with the lovely you." She grinned at his expression. "What?" she asked, smiling innocently.

"Well, if you put it that way…"

"Oh yeah!" Rose grinned. Flattery was always the answer with him.

And so they began. He was right. It was horribly difficult, but somehow she found it easier than any langusge she had learnt before. It had a sort of haunting beauty about it, and the sounds seemed to come from the speakers very heart. She could see why he loved it, how you could express yourself so much better, why he considered humans more primitive to his own race. English, one of the best developed languages in the world (I dunno if that's right, just what my English teacher said) was really quite pathetic next to his…it was just…wow!

"Ok,ok, say that!" the Doctor choked, laughing. Rose copied him exactly, the sound rolling off her tongue and reverberating around the room, with a sound like liquid gold. The Doctor was speechless. She had come on leaps and bounds – he had never heard any non Gallifreyan pronounce a word like that. And that little smirk playing around her lips, like she knew just how good she was and how beautiful and gorgeous and how absolutely perfect, and, and…no. He couldn't go around thinking about his companions like that! He closed his mouth (which, he discovered, was open) and blinked several times, trying to clear his head. Such a feeling had come over him, one of happiness and…love? He wasn't sure. It had been so long…

"…that right? Do you want me to do it again?" she was saying. She still sounded amazing speaking English.

"Uh…" he grunted, his entire being filled up with pictures of her, memories, every little thing she did sent tingles up and down his spine. "Did I ever tell you that you're incredible?"

She gaped at him.

"You are…I mean like everything about is so…I mean you're like everything I ever wanted you're brave, and nice, and sweet, you're compassionate…not to mention absolutely gorgeous." He took a deep breath "And I don't know why I just said that…anyway, yeh can you say that again?"

She did, and they continued with the lessons, but he kept shooting her little covert glances every now and then, and he had a feeling she was doing the same. Was she upset? He hadn't meant to be so…forward.

"Rose?" he said after a while. She jumped. "Um yeh, I'm sorry ok. I mean…I…"

"That's ok Doctor," she said, smiling. "Can we stop this fro today. I mean-" she said hastily "I love and all…just…tired."

"Ok" he murmured, watching her as she walked across the room and disappeared down the corridor. Both hearts were beating a tattoo against his chest and it was all because of her…

I seem to have an obsession with '…'! Haha oh well, all very dramatic…AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Lolz funny. Yeh, right…um please review and next chapter coming SOON