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When; Sometime in the future
Rating;PG 13
Characters; Rose Tyler, The Tenth Doctor, The Second Doctor
Summary; Rose thinks she's waking up to a normal day.
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The blonde was sleeping blissfully in her bed. No tossing and turning this time. There was a grin to her face as she was caught up her in dream laughing and running through green grass before stopping at the edge of the cliff. She looked behind her and smiled.

"Come on slow poke!" she said and could only hear his laughter.

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"I'd lodge a complaint to the manager insisting all employees need to be sanitary."

He makes a face as he pictures the image she described. It's not a pretty image.

More laughter comes from Rose as she reaches for the door knob.

"Oh I'd love to see that," she teases although not really.

"Then again you could get a super model looking woman." Which would instantly make her jealous.

"Wellllll, maybe you'll luck out and get Cary Grant. He was a lovely fellow."

He smiles as he thinks back to the days of old Hollywood. He'd always been meaning to meet Marilyn Monroe.

"Cary Grant?" she repeats and opens the door to step out into the hall way. What she knows of Cary Grant is very little so she just makes a face. "He's really old."

"Not in his youth. Ohhhh, let me guess--you're more for Brad Pitt."

He rolls his eyes. Of course she wouldn't know anything about the old Hollywood greats.

"Possibly," Although she's not about to give it away. She'd rather keep him guessing a little bit longer. "He does look a bit dreamy."

"Yeaaaaah. You go for the modern ones. Imagine if you got a Rock Hudson type."

That would be her luck probably. If Rose knows anything, she'd know Rock wouldn't go for her.

At the mention of Rock Hudson, Rose shoots the Doctor a look. Even older.

"Then I'd ask for a younger bloke."

"You really need to sit down and see some of these actors in their prime."

He shakes his head a bit sadly. Oh well, she is a modern girl, so he can't really fault her.

"Well then maybe you should show me, yeah?" She's not about to knock it even if it's more her mum's thing but she might like old movies.

"Maybe."

He follows her out of the room, making sure he has the key with him.

"Got everything?" She asks looking back at him. Does she really believe that he'll show her those films? Only time will tell but for now she will settle on exploring with him.

"Yeaaaaaaaah. Got everything."

He's about to ask her the same question, but remembers she didn't bring much with her--just her pajamas. Oh well, at least that's one less thing to worry about.

She reaches for his hand before leading him away from the hallway and towards the lift. "Come on then."

As he follows her, he decides to tease her. He has to have his fun too, after all.

"You seem very eager to have a woman's hands all over you. I'm beginning to wonder what I've gotten myself into."

Rose stops in her tracks and shoots him a look of mild annoyance.

"Well look at you," she retorts right back. "I think you're just eager to see that for yourself." she teases.

"Might be."

He smirks, hoping it'll irk her a bit more.

"Still, don't think I've seen you so eager to get going like this."

The annoyance worsens and she let's go of his hand.

"Who says we were going there anyway?"

"I thought that's where you wanted to go. Your idea."

He feigns innocence, but his face is about to crack up in laughter. The look on her face is a little too much.

"You're just so insistent though. You really want to see that, that badly?" she jokes thinking that perhaps they were going to go exploring first and then hit the spa.

This just causes him to burst out laughing. Although he would wonder how she'd enjoy it--especially if she had a very built woman.

"Wellllll, suppose she was like a body-builder or something. That would be rather amusing."

This causes Rose to make a face. That thought alone is just...

"And painful. No thanks."

He laughs again and squeezes her nose.

"Dunno though. You did seem enthusiastic at the prospect of the spa."

At the squeeze she gives him a look. "Oi!"

"And you're the one going on and on about it," she says before playfully nudging his shoulder.

"Welllll, spas are never really my thing. All that sitting and lying around..."

He makes a face, still wondering why women get such a kick out of spas. Donna went to a spa once while he...he shakes the memory aside. That was not the best holiday he could have taken.