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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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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.

"And pampering. Must drive you nutters," she says with a grin. Really it had been ages since she had been to a proper spa.

"Yeaaaah, no. Definitely not me."

They've reached the lifts and he pushes a button. He wonders what floors everything will be found on as they wait for the lift to arrive.

"Well then I won't force you," she says honestly as the lift dings and the doors open. Rose steps inside and looks at the panel explaining the different floors. The spa seems to be in the basement.

She presses the button.

He notes the floor she selected. Spa it is then. Something suddenly occurs to him.

"How do you think things are like at your flat?"

"Messy probably," she muses. Really just the way she had left them. She hadn't planned for this. It dawns on her that she'll have to pack her things and then she looks at him.

"Hang on so does this mean...we get to live together?"

In a way, they have been living together since his other self moved in. Bit weird when you think about it.

"Why? Are you going to kick other me out?"

"No of course not." She'd never really kick his other self out. "But we're married now, yeah? Unless this means I get to move back into the TARDIS?" she grins at the idea.

He shrugs, wondering if he should tell her. He decides there's probably no harm in saying it.

"It's just that I'm pretty sure, other me, Burke, and Harry Lime went to your flat after the festivities to continue their card game."

Rose worries for a moment but then thinks that his other self can handle it.

"That's fine. I'm sure they're having a time of it." And hopefully not mucking things up.

The lift dings when they arrive at the floor. The doors open and he allows her to go first.

"'Course they are. Why wouldn't they be. I just hope Burke doesn't try on any of your clothes."

She steps outside and turns to look at him.

"What...He wouldn't."

Now she wonders if they should pop on over.

He ignores her comment, and looks around to get his bearings. The hallway is pretty massive.

"Which way?"

Rose looks around not really sure but she reaches over to grab his hand and drag him in a random direction.

"This way." Although she doesn't really know.

Usually the hand dragging is his job. He wants to remark about that, but under the circumstances, he may need to give her some leeway.

"Right then," he says, letting himself be dragged.

She comes across this elaborate door and opens it to reveal a disco center. She looks over at him sheepishly.

"Opss. Guess I don't really know."

"Might be a bit early for the party."

He wonders if he should tell her about the wedding he crashed. Wellllll, was forced to crash. Had robot Santas and mayhem--brilliant.

"Just a bit," she agrees before tugging on his arm and leading him away from the door. She'll let him lead on for now.

"This way, I think."

He heads for the other end of the hall and opens the door to find gym. He looks from the equipment inside to her and back. He won't go there. He knows better now.

She peers over his shoulder and spots the equipment. At least they are getting closer now.

"We're getting there," she remarks with a grin and gives his hand a squeeze.

He looks over at her, not so sure himself.

"You think so?"

Why would a spa be anywhere near a gym? He shakes his head and closes the door.

She nods almost certain.

"Where there's a gym, a spa's not close by." she informs. Or so she thinks.

"They usually go hand in hand."

He tries to make the connection Perhaps because there's a lot of sweating involved in both places? He just shrugs.

"If you say so."