Inconceivable

Disclaimer: I wish, but no, I don't own the characters/show.

Author's Note: A little something of the Nine/Rose variety.

She's fallen asleep again, on the jump seat this time, didn't even make it to her room.

He should be annoyed but he isn't. He should wake her and give a lecture on what a shame it is that humans require so much sleep while marching her to her own bed and not his console room thank you very much, but he doesn't.

He's not even doing anything of any importance himself, though he could be, should be, instead he's watching her sleep like some perverted old man. Which he is to an extent, but that's beside the point.

The point is that she fascinates him. Him! A highly evolved Time Lord fascinated by a human girl! How's that saying go from the film she likes so much? Inconceivable!

It is inconceivable, but he's always liked the unimaginable, the unlikely, it makes him smile, makes him forget, just like her.

Rose wakes up wrapped in his leather jacket, just in time to brace herself as the TARDIS comes to a stuttering halt.

"C'mon then, sleepyhead! Can't have you sleeping the day away!"

"Do you even know if it's day out, wherever we are?" she smiles through a yawn, through her half-shut eyes catching his pout, which makes her smile even more.

"Well, you won't know unless we go have a look will you?"

Her hand is in his in an instant.