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The Doctor woke with a start. His bed felt oddly warm and so did he, he could also hear soft snores next to him. Who in the galaxy ended up in his bed? He hoped it was not jack, that would be a nightmare to explain to Rose. Speaking of Rose, where was she? He knew he got up before her, but it was probably 9 am or something on earth specifically the UK, so where was she? He soon noticed the soft tufts of blonde on his pillow. So, there was a blonde in his bed but what blonde? Hopefully not some random human, that would be even tougher to explain to Rose, having to explain why there was some random blonde girl in his bed would annoy her she might even storm out, and going on a wild goose chase to find an annoyed Rose was not how he wanted to spend his morning. The Doctor soon noticed the faint smell of Roses in the air, how ironic. He was just thinking about Rose and now he could smell her perfume, Rose plagued his mind. Sure, he was a little apprehensive taking her in at first, but he had grown attached, he wondered if it was the same with her doctor. Rose was easy to get attached too after all, she was pretty, rambunctious and had an infectious joy that seemed to light up any room she was in. Rose very rarely took things seriously, cracking jokes about everything. He could see why her original doctor got close to her quickly. He was getting distracted; his priority was supposed to be what blonde ended up in his bed not Rose. His thoughts always seemed to loop back to her no matter what, he could smell roses and think of her, hear a cockney accent, and hope it was her, catch a glimpse of blonde hair... God. Rose has ruined him for anyone else, and he would not have it any other way. Main Priority. Who is in his bed? So, the doctor slowly leaned over and moved the covers out of the way
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Rose was in his bed. Wait. What? Rose was in his bed? He must have been dreaming or something, The Doctor lightly pinched himself. Nope. He was awake, but how did she end up in his bed?