"Doctor?" called Rose, attempting to find her way through the TARDIS. For some reason it seemed as though the TARDIS was trying to get her lost, or to force her to find something.

"Doctor?!" she called again, a bit louder. "Oh bugger!" she exclaimed. Fifteen minutes of this aimless wandering had gotten to her, it was quite enough. She felt as though she was looking at the same set of doors over and over again, and knowing the TARDIS it was probable that she was indeed looking at the same doors. Rose was loathe to open any of the doors, knowing the Doctor, and she did, there could be any manner of thing behind those doors. But on the other hand, the TARDIS was enormous on the inside and god only knew how long it would take for the Doctor to actually figure out she was gone.

Rose took a deep breath and opened the door. Looking in she breathed out, "Oh for the love of GOD!" she exclaimed. There in the room was Arthur the horse, the horse from the space ship that had been connected to Madame De Pompadour. "He NEVER listens, when was the last time he was even in here? Sorry Arthur, I'll be back for you later."

She closed the door and moved onto the next room. She opened the door and looked in; as she took in the scenery she gasped and blushed a bit, ducking back out of the room. She paused outside the closed door as a strange feeling from the TARDIS played through her mind. It was almost as though the TARDIS was… giggling at her. Apparently, this room was the room she was meant to find. Her interest piqued, she decided to go in, after all she was looking for the Doctor, and what better place to find the Doctor than in his own bedroom.

She walked into the room and smiled, there had been one question bugging her for as long as she had known the Doctor. He always wore the same suits, different shirts and what not. But the SAME suit, so she thought. But she wondered, was it really the same suit or several different suits of the same style? It was an inconsequential bit of information but one that had been nagging at her since she realized that the Doctor wore the same outfit.

There were several rooms within the bedroom; she walked to the one on her right, nearest the door. She lucked out, it was indeed the closet. She opened the door and simply gaped at the sight. Like much else on the TARDIS, the Doctor's closet was bigger on the inside… much bigger. Rose had been expecting it to be like her closet, bigger on the inside, but still reasonable, around the proportions of a medium sized room. The Doctor's closet was more like a mall. There were two stories.

"With all these clothes why does he where the same things over and over again?" she queried herself quietly. She looked to the racks nearest the door, which is where she supposed the clothes he wore most would be. When she got there, she saw that the niggling feeling in the back of her mind had been right; there were five of the same brown and blue suits. She giggled to herself. Mystery solved.

As she turned to leave the closet, she heard another door open from across the room. Shocked and dismayed she looked around for someplace to hide, the obvious answer popped into her head. She ran as fast as she could up the stairs and to the railing that was above the door.

She backed to the wall directly above the door so that any one coming in would not be able to see her unless they walked most of the way to the other end of the room. Knowing the Doctor's ability to hear things that no human could, though the Doctor wasn't a human so that was understandable.

"I'm walking on sunshine, oh oh oh, I'm walking on sunshine, oh oh oh, and don't it feel GOOD." came the Doctor's voice from underneath her. He had a surprisingly good singing voice; she always was surprised when he sang, no matter how many times he did.

Of course as in any situation where silence is required, something will always happen to cause you to make noise. In this case, it was the mental image inspired by the Doctor's singing.

Rose attempted to stifle a giggle, and failed miserably. Immediately, the Doctor stopped singing. She heard his footsteps and thought about hiding. Giving it up as a bad job, she sighed and walked to the railing.

"Up here Doctor." she looked down at him and as she did, her jaw dropped. The doctor had apparently just came out of the shower and was wearing nothing but a towel and was still quite… ahem… damp. Quite unbidden the memory of Cassandra's words when she had inhabited the Doctor's body floated to the surface of her mind.

"You've been looking," the long dead or not yet dead, (the perspective depended on which side of time you were on) Cassandra's voice teased, "and you like it."

Rose couldn't deny it then, and she couldn't deny it now, she liked the Doctor and his body. There was something to be said for his geek-chic look and his slender body not to mention his amazing hair and his rather nice arse, not that she'd looked at that… much.

"Um, Rose," asked the Doctor, "are you going to say anything else? Or possibly get out of my closet? What are you even doing here anyway?"

"Um… er I mean, the TARDIS lead me here." She began, "I didn't end up in here on purpose. I mean I wasn't looking for your room, and I wouldn't have come in if it wasn't for that odd feeling."

"What?" asked the Doctor with a puzzled expression, "what do you mean 'odd feeling'?"

"The TARDIS got me lost ON PURPOSE," Rose looked up at the ceiling, thinking some choice thoughts to the TARDIS. "Anyway, she lead me around until I got to the door with the horse, which I am VERY annoyed about, and then since the feeling didn't go away, I tried the next door and ended up here. And then, the TARDIS started… giggling."

"Giggling you say?" the Doctor questioned.

"Yeah, giggling." Replied Rose.

"Oh no, no, no, no, no, NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" yelled the Doctor.

"What can't I do?" asked Rose.

"NOT YOU! THE TARDIS!" he ran out of the closet.

Rose ran down the stairs and out the closet just in time to see the Doctor attempting to open the bedroom door. Apparently the TARDIS had it dead-lock sealed because even the sonic screwdriver couldn't open it.

"Care to explain what's going on?" asked Rose.

"The TARDIS has locked us in here together, apparently as an attempt to 'rectify the situation'." He put air quotes around the last three words and then as though realizing he had used air quotes put his hands down quickly.

"What do you mean, rectify the situation?" She asked suspiciously.

"Her words not mine." Said the Doctor motioning around to encompass the TARDIS.

Rose looked at the Doctor, "And there's no way of getting out yea?"

"Yea, she dead-lock sealed all of the exits from the room." he looked at Rose, "apparently the TARDIS thinks we need to spend more time together."

"What?!" ask/yelled Rose. "We spend every DAY together, we live in the same space. How could we possibly spend more time together than we already do?"

"That's not what she means." The Doctor muttered. "She means, personal me and you time, as opposed to me and you running for our lives, or me and you trying to save the world together, or me and you piloting the TARDIS. Alone time."

"Oh. Oh my. So are you trying to tell me that the TARDIS is playing matchmaker?" she asked incredulously.

"Well, in a nutshell yes. She's convinced that we need to "work out our feelings". He sighed exasperatedly.

"Well. I'm just going to go sit on the chair and see how long it takes before the TARDIS lets us out." She moved over and sat on a chair.

"I have to warn you though, the TARDIS can mess with your mind, bring up feelings that you would normally try to repress. She wants us to be together so she'll try hard." He sighed and made to sit on a chair next to Rose.

The TARDIS has the right of it. He knows I love him and he won't act on it. He won't let me in. I can't stand it. Maybe this is a good opportunity for me and the Doctor. Maybe if the TARDIS messes with his mind a little he'll think of more reasons to be with me rather than to stay away.

Meanwhile, the Doctor was thinking along the same lines, but he did not approach the thought with hope or happiness. What Rose did not understand was the anguish that would follow the Doctor if he allowed Rose into his heart and then lost her. He would, theoretically of course, never die. At least not near enough in time for it to count. Rose would die and he would have the memory of her death, probably during some situation that he himself had caused, following him around for the rest of eternity. It would drive him mad, it would make him susceptible to the Valeyard, and he could fall. Without Rose, without her love and help, he would fall.

But enough of that morbid thinking, dwelling on all the could be and should be situation would make him go insane. Time was constantly in flux and he of all people knew that well. So he decided to get his mind off of it.

"So, we're stuck here for sometime." began the Doctor, "wanna hear a joke? Well, its more of a riddle than a joke but it should make you laugh all the same, so I guess it could be called a joke, I mean what exactly is the criteria for a joke? Is there some set of rules that makes something a joke, afterall —"

"Doctor you're rambling again." Said Rose with a small grin, "But I would love to hear you riddle/joke."

"Ah sorry, umm…. Here goes: What goes bang thump bang thump bang thump bang thump bang thump bang thump bang thump bang thump bang thump bang thump bang thump bang thump bang thump?" asked the Doctor, a smile playing around the corners of his lips.

"Bang thump eh?" Rose looked perplexed "I dunno, the boogey man?"

"Nah, a Time Lord committing suicide!" replied the Doctor, his face splitting into a huge grin.

Rose looked at him for a second as though processing what he had said and then burst out laughing.

"Oh I get it! Thirteen bang thumps!" she gasped, "That was quite clever."

"Well, I am brilliant." rejoined the Doctor.

"And SO modest too." deadpanned Rose. She looked at him and smiled again.

"Hey, I believe that saving the Universe and various worlds on a fairly regular basis gives me some sort of bragging and superiority rights." said the Doctor, faking an indignant expression.

"At least this version of you doesn't call humans apes like the other one did." muttered Rose, forgetting temporarily about the Doctor's super hearing.

"He only used it when he was frustrated." said the Doctor "Or teasing, which WAS often, I have to admit."

"Doctor," asked Rose tentatively 'Would you sing? You have such a nice voice."

"Sure, let me think of a song." the Doctor closed his eyes as he concentrated on the millions of songs he had stored in his head, but for some reason he could only focus on one. The TARDIS was interfering again. This could be a bit problematic, he thought, but what the hell, anything is better than not singing at all.

With that the Doctor's eyes snapped open and he began singing 'Unchained Melody" the version by the Righteous Brothers. In his opinion it was the best version.

Oh, my love, my darling,
I've hungered for your touch a long, lonely time,
Time goes by so slowly and time can do so much.
Are you still mine?
I need your love, I need your love, God speed your love to me.

About half way through the song he looked a Rose's face and saw that she had tears in her eyes. The Doctor stopped singing mid line.

"Rose! What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

"Nothing, nothing, please don't stop singing." she said with a watery smile. "Please, sing."

The Doctor looked at her and smiled a little uncertainly and continued singing.

Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea
To the open arms of the sea
Lonely rivers sigh, 'Wait for me, wait for me'
'I'll be coming home, wait for me!'

Oh, my love, my darling,
I've hungered for your touch a long, lonely time,
Time goes by so slowly and time can do so much.
Are you still mine?
I need your love, I need your love, God speed your love to me.

Rose felt like such a ninny, she knew that the song didn't MEAN anything to him, how could he know that Unchained Melody was the song she had always dreamed of someone singing to her. It was silly that she should react like that, but still, she loved him and hearing the song come out of his mouth, sang just for her, made her unbearably happy and yet sad at the same time. She knew that if the Doctor continued to be so hell bent in their association never going beyond the "friends" level, the song would never have any other meaning to him as a song sang simply to pass the time.

The Doctor finished singing and looked at her again, Rose looked pensive, staring off into space for a moment and then started as she realized the Doctor had finished singing.

'That was beautiful," said Rose quietly, "That song has always been one of my favorites."

"Glad you liked it." replied the Doctor, "Rose can I ask you a question?"

"Yea sure, whaddya want to know?" she replied.

"Would you sing for me?" asked the Doctor.

"What?" asked Rose shocked.

"I've heard you sing before, you have a brilliant voice, I just want you to sing for me." he said, "lets look at it as a bargain, I sing you sing."

"Alright, I'll sing." said Rose, the answering song to the Doctor's had already popped into her head. She began to sing, allowing her voice to go husky and soulful, her mother had always said she would have made a wonderful jazz singer. Rose put her heart and soul into the song, hoping the Doctor would feel it and understand.

You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is still (just) a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by

And when two lovers woo
They still say: "I love you"
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by

Moonlight and love songs - never out of date
Hearts full of passion - jealousy and hate
Woman needs man - and man must have his mate
That no one can deny

It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by

The Doctor was completely silent through the entire song. She looked at him nervously and smiled a bit shyly.

"I know it was kind of rough but I didn't warm up or anything." she began defensively.

The Doctor held up a hand bringing her defensive tirade to a halt.

"That was beautiful. Amazing. Splendid. Fantastic. BRILLIANT! It was so good I am running out of superlatives. It sounded like, well like you were singing your heart out, literally. Old Blue Eyes himself would have been blown away by you and that was HIS song." the Doctor looked at her with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"That's cause I was singing my heart out. Literally." she said, then turned bright red and sank back into her chair. "D'you really think that Frank Sinatra would have liked it?"

The Doctor chose to ignore the first part of her comment and responded instead to the query.

"Of course Frankie would have loved it!" he exclaimed, "If we weren't stuck in here I would take you to meet him, he's an old pal of mine. He always loved people who sang his songs better than him, but only if they were truly better. Nothing he couldn't stand more than an idiot who couldn't sing the song properly."

"I have a question for you." said Rose suddenly serious.

"Alright, shoot. Ha, that's a funny phrase, 'shoot'. I wonder who thought of that?" the Doctor rambled, "I mean its quite a violent figure of speech, I wonder if the person was under an interrogation of some kind where it felt as though they were shooting questions at him, that would make a lot of sense."

"DOCTOR!" said Rose loudly, "You're rambling again."

'Oh sorry. your question was?" said the Doctor contritely.

"Do you think that the TARDIS will keep us in here until you finally open up a bit? Cause if so I think we're gonna need some food, cause I'm already hungry."

"Wot? Wot? WOT?" the Doctor looked stunned.