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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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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."

"I do," she grins before breaking into a giggle at her own words.

"Sounds like someone can't get enough of those words."

He's teasing her again as he looks around for any helpful sign that'll point them in the right direction.

She gives him a playful grin before bumping his shoulder.

"Shut up." she teases.

"You know, you love hearing it."

Maybe he does. Shame she didn't scream it the night before. He may need to remedy that before they check out.

"See any signs?"

And she is completely unaware as she looks for signs.

"Hang on..." she notices what looks like a sign at the end of the hall in very small letters.

"This way..." She leads him closer to the 'Spa' sign.

He sees the sign and follows in the direction it points towards. They reach a pair of frosted glass doors which have "Spa" on them.

"Guess this is the place."

"Guess so," she admits feeling slightly nervous.

"So then man or woman?" And she's back to that question.

Two can play that game, he thinks.

"For you or me?"

"You of course," she says placing her hand against the frosted door but not yet opening it.

Again, he shrugs.

"Dunno. Luck of the draw?"

At least that's always worked with regenerations.

And she thinks he might just get the worse of the bunch even mentioning that.

"Alright then. If you want to take risks like that..." she warns and then opens the door to reveal the receptionist desk and some people seated reading magazines.

He goes over to the receptionist and talks with her, telling them they're newlyweds, and flashing the psychic paper for good measure. The receptionist seems very willing to be of service. He looks over at her and grins.

She smiles at her new husband and looks over at the willing receptionist informing her that they will be taking a couple's massage with a woman and another random person as spa therapists.

The receptionist nods and directs them towards a room in the back.

Rose gives the Doctor a look. "Don't say I didn't warn you, luv."

"Wellll, I like to be surprised."

He follows the direction indicated by the receptionist. As they go, he looksa around, taking in everything.

In a way she can agree with being surprised. It's always nice.

Rose checks out the room, noting the lit candles on the shelves and the smell of incense that hangs in the air and the changing rooms at the end. She walks over and steps inside a booth, undressing before wrapping herself up in a towel.