I'm a pathetic excuse for a writer and even the neighborhood bum knows it. I missed David's birthday, I'm trash! Someone smite me!

Third POV

Rose ran around the corner and hid in the first room she saw. The Doctor came bounding after her but at a much slower pace. "Rose! I'm tired! ... Can't imagine what our kids would be like", he muttered the last part. She jumped out of the room. "Rawr!" The Doctor jumped a bit but regained his composure enough to grab her. "Alright, you are not to get anymore sugar from the top cabinets." She struggled

in his grasp, feeling strangely ticklish under his touch. She twisted side to side trying to free herself. "Rose, hold still!" She laughed and let out another, "Rawr!" "Definitely no more sugar! That's why it's on the top shelf!" He threw her over his shoulder as she wiggled around. "Rose, hold still! Blimey, woman!" She then went on a "Rawr!" rant, repeating it over and over. He carried her to her room and had to shut her in. "Sorry, Rose. It's for your own good!" He locked it and walked away, planning to check on her in half an hour.

Of course he didn't want to leave her in there but she had already cause enough havoc earlier in the console room and in the library. Couchins he didn't know he had in the library were strewn around the whole room and even inserted into the shelves. It was a mess even the TARDIS herself didn't want to clean, which meant it was up to him and his depleting energy levels to clean it up along with the mess of tools in the console room. "Maybe I should put the sugar higher up. I rather take care of a bunch

of small children than go through that again." He cleaned part of the library before heading over to Rose's room to check on her. He knocked lightly. "Rose? Are you awake?" He received a "Rawr!" and he walked away to continue cleaning. And after four hours and a half he had finished cleaning the library. Not the console room and the library. Just the library. He threw his coat over a couch in the library and fell onto it. She must've fallen asleep by now. He laid there for another moment before pushing himself up onto his forearms. Now that

he thinks about it, he hasn't heard a peep from her, even as he went back and forth to scatter pillows in different rooms. He sat up fully and stood up, curiosity getting the best of him. "Rose?" He heard nothing so he entered. She was sprawled out across her bed with her clothes scattered around her. Seems like more of a drug to humans than sugar. He pushed off the clothes and laid her head properly on the pillows. He pulled the duvet from under her and tucked her in. As he was leaving, she murmured a quiet "Rawr".