Untitled - TARDIS Big Bang

"That's right." She rearranged the towel and started the water running again, but the Doctor remained
perched on the edge of the tub, giving her that fond loony grin. "What?" she asked.
"Oh no, nothing," he said.
"What're you smiling like that for?" she demanded, crossing her arms.
He shrugged. "You just seem...different, a little, is all."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.
"Nothing," he said with a wave of his hand. "Well, I mean, not nothing, but nothing bad. It's not a bad
different. Or maybe you're not different at all, I dunno. Ooh, look, duckies!"
He swooped down on the multicolored rubber ducks that occupied a plastic caddy on the side of the
tub—the only things that could currently get Tony to settle into the bath—and thoroughly perused them
while Rose washed her face and hands. A faint smell still lingered whenever she turned her head—
something like motor oil and gun smoke and ozone, though she didn't know if it was due to the Daleks
or her own weapon. Shame the gun had gotten lost in the shuffle like it had; she'd rather liked it.
"So what do we do next?" Rosed asked, trying to fold the towel in such a way that Lena wouldn't see the
mascara streaks she'd just left on it.
The Doctor opened his mouth at the same moment his stomach gurgled loudly. He looked down at it
with a small frown. "Well, nobody asked you."
Rose snorted. "Have you eaten at all since...I mean, at all?"
"I think I grabbed a bag of crisps 'round the back of the TARDIS while we were dropping people off," he
muttered.
Rose pretended to shudder. "Crisps...god, Lena will kill you. C'mon, she's probably cooking enough to
feed an army." She took his hand. "You know, if you stay around here long enough, you might actually
put on weight."
He let her tug him out of the bathroom, but his eyes bulged in mock horror. "What, and lose my girlish
figure?"
They invaded the kitchen, where Lena was presiding over exactly as much food as Rose expected, in
several different stages of preparation; she bribed them with a bunch of bananas and a huge packet of
biscuits to make them leave, and they tried to watch television in one of the lounges. But Rose had been
awake for going on twenty-four hours, and somehow went from snickering at the Doctor's opinion of a
toothpaste advert to waking up groggily, with her face mashed into his sleeve while he ever so gently
touched her cheek—as gently as if she were made of spun glass.
"Hey," he said while she blinked at him. "You still want dinner?"
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