Well, it's official! It's over! This is officially the LAST CHAPTER of my first Doctor Who fanfic...I'm a little reluctant to let go of it... -hugs laptop-

Anyway, there are a couple people I'd like to thank! I'd like to thank bluedragon1836, Silenced Shadows, Kitty Bridgeta, FlowerJuice123, Veida, Anonomous, bex19, SUPERNATURALfreakisJOBROFAN19, Patricia8, clarklit05, uneatenbonbon13, Parma42, PencilGuardian, Selene Tyler Smith, bobcats, AuroreD, and Latin Fox for their wonderful and encouraging reviews! You kept me going, and kept me inspired! Thanks SO MUCH!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. The Doctor, Rose Tyler, and TARDIS copywrite the BBC.



Rose jumped at the sound of screaming coming from somewhere down the hall. She sat her tea down on the TARDIS' kitchen counter and took of running in the direction from which the scream had come. Various other noises could be heard, such as water running from a sink faucet, and miscellaneous things falling from shelves or walls. She finally came to stop outside the Doctor's bedroom door.

"Doctor?!" Rose screamed, banging on his door with her fist. "Is everything alright?!"

"Rose, help me!" The Doctor said from somewhere inside. Rose twisted the doorknob and stepped inside. Her eyes were directed at the beam of light coming from a slightly open door that lead to the Doctor's bathroom. She ran over to the door and yanked it open.

The entire room was a mess. Water ran in the sink, just as she had predicted, and the soap lay under the stream of water, creating a bubbling mess in the bowl. The medicine cabinet was open, and many of its contents were on the floor, or in the sink with the soap. Hair gel was splattered on the wall, the bottle on the floor, a dent in its center. The shower curtain rings were bare of a curtain, and amidst it all was the Doctor, the missing shower curtain wound around him, laying in the clawfoot tub, a tangle or arms and legs. His hair, while wet, was wild with shampoo bubbles, and Rose saw the shampoo bottle on the floor near a can of shaving cream. The faint scent of pears reached Rose's nose, and Rose suppressed a laugh.

She could not, however, hold back the laugh at the sight of the Doctor's predicament.

"What happened?" She asked as she crossed the room to help him out of the tub. The Doctor's suit was splattered with water, soap, shaving cream, and various other things Rose could not identify. Gooey shampoo ran down one sleeve.

"Well," the Doctor said, untangling himself from the shower curtain. "I was washing my hair when I realized it didn't smell right, so I tasted it and realized it was pear shampoo!" He looked at her accusingly. "You switched my shampoos, didn't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Rose said innocently.

"Oh, I think you do." The Doctor said. "You switched my shampoos as an act of revenge for the time Jack and I put blue hair dye in your peroxide."

Rose couldn't help it; she grinned guiltily.

"Ah ha!" The Doctor said, pointing at her. "I knew it!"

Rose laughed. "I couldn't help it!" She said. "April Fools!"

"What, is it April Fools Day?" The Doctor asked.

"Well, according to my Earth calendar it is." Rose answered. "And you just got pranked." She poked him playfully in the chest.

The Doctor ran a hand through his sudsy hair. "But, pear scented shampoo?!" He asked. "That's just not fair!"

Rose kissed him on the cheek. "All's fair in love and war." She said.

Mischief flashed in the Doctor's eyes. "Well, if that's how you want to play, Rose Tyler," he said, bending down to pick up the shaving cream can. "Then I would start running if I were you."

Rose took a step back. "You. Wouldn't. Dare." She challenged.

The Doctor smiled. "Try me." He pressed down on the can's button, and shaving cream splattered itself all over Rose's hair, face, and clothes. She wiped the puffy cream from her eyes. She smiled deviously and picked up the pear shampoo bottle, aiming it at the Doctor.

"Say your prayers, mister." She said.

The Doctor's eyes widened, and he held up his hands, but he didn't put down the shaving cream.

"Now, Rose," he said diplomatically. "Let's not be too hasty about this."

Rose circled him, the open top of the shampoo still aimed for him.

"I don't think so." She said.

"Rose, please," the Doctor said. "Just put the shampoo down and we'll call it even, yeah?"

"Sorry, Doctor." Rose said, shaking her head. "But you asked for it." She squeezed the bottle, and the slicky shampoo squirted out. It splattered on the Doctor's jacket, and he raised the shaving cream, letting it shoot out and cover Rose.

Rose screamed, and wiped the stuff off of her face, smearing it. The Doctor took this opportunity to race out of the room into the hallway.

"DOCTOR!" Rose screamed, taking off after him. "Come back here! I'm not finished with you!"

The Doctor laughed. "First you'll have to find me, Rose Tyler!" He said. "And that could take days, believe me!"

"Don't you dare go in the maze room!" Rose said, rounding the corner. "Or you'll seriously live to regret it!"

The Doctor laughed again, and the sound of a door being slammed could be heard as he disappeared into the maze room.

As the two lovebirds continued their shampoo-shaving cream fight, the TARDIS hummed, as though laughing.

Her Doctor and his Rose, as it should be.