Untitled - TARDIS Big Bang

Jackie blinked at her. "Of course not, the Doctor went to be ages ago. He's in the guest room if you're
heartless enough to wake him." She hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the door on the other end of
the hall. "Or are you looking for Dad? He's down in his office talking to Edinburgh--"
"No," Rose blurted. "No, that's...I was just wondering. G'night." She quickly shut the door and took a
deep breath, rallying her composure. So the Doctor was sleeping alone tonight. Maybe he was waiting
for some privacy. Maybe he really was honestly too tired. Maybe they were rushing things a bit,
considering he'd only been born yesterday. Maybe he somehow thought she wanted to be alone,
because for all his genius this was the same man who'd managed to overlook the London Eye.
Tomorrow night, she promised herself. Tomorrow, in Cardiff, even if I have to club him and drag him into
the bedroom.
She climbed into bed and barely remembered her head hitting the pillow.
Chapter 3
Rose slept until nearly ten and woke up with her hair a complete mess, which she was tempted to blame
on the Doctor at least in part. When she made her way downstairs she found the others presiding over a
late breakfast; the Doctor was drinking coffee altogether too fast to be healthy, but he grinned when he
saw her, which made the whole fiasco last night more embarrassing than annoying. "Morning, dear,"
Jackie said. "We were just about to send up the Sherpas to recover you."
"Yeah, thanks, no," she said, snagging some toast as she sat down. "I think I earned some beauty sleep,
personally."
"So that's your secret," the Doctor said with a manic waggle of the eyebrows. Yep, definitely too much
coffee in him. Rose nudged the orange juice his way with a grin.
There was a bang at the back door, and Oleg came into the kitchen with a suitcase in his hand. "Peter,
your secretary brings these up the drive," he called out, waving the suitcase. "He says you bought
them?"
"Mmm, yes, thanks, Oleg." Pete got up to take the suitcase, and almost immediately handed it to the
Doctor. "I had to guess at the sizes, but since you don't have your wardrobe with you..."
"Aw, thanks, Pete, you shouldn't've," the Doctor said. He popped the locks on the suitcase and peered
inside. "Or is it just 'cause you want your pajamas back?"
Pete ignored this as he seated himself again. "I put through a request to get you some identification,
too," he said. "Passport, birth certificate, the whole thing."
Rose hadn't even thought about that. "Is that what you were talking about last night?" she asked.
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