This story carries on through series three, as if Doomsday never happened. (I wish!)

"Awww come on Rose-"

"No Doctor I feel too....ATCHOO!" Rose sneezed loudly and the Doctor backed away ever so slightly.

"Are you sure?" said the Doctor striding around Rose's bedroom restlessly.

Rose, who was tucked up in bed with a mug of tea that the Doctor had kindly made her, let out a small sigh.

"I'm sorry," she said sadly, reaching out for the Doctor's hand as he moved past. "I just feel too ill."

The Doctor took Rose's hand and sat down on the edge of the bed. "But a hospital is probably the best place to be when you're ill, you never know, they might even have a little shop. I love a little shop, I can get you some grapes!"

"You'll have to bring some back for me, OK?" said Rose stroking his hand with hers soothingly.

The Doctor pouted. "OK....but I won't be long and I promise I won't get into too much trouble!"

Rose rolled her eyes disbelievingly.

"Just be careful alright," said Rose moving her free hand up and stroking the side of his face.

"I will.....and get better, please" the Doctor whined, "it's no fun without you."

Rose smiled and the pair looked at each other for a few moments.

Seeing this as the opportunity the he had been waiting for weeks, the Doctor slowly moved in towards Rose for a kiss.

His hearts were beating fast, this was it. The moment the Doctor could show her how he truly felt.

He waited for the moment their lips would meet.

"ATCHOO!!!"

"Sorry Doctor," said Rose, removing the tissue from her nose, "hadn't you better be off anyway?"

The Doctor blushed and got up, striding towards the door embarrassed. Rose totally oblivious.

"Bye," she shouted after him as the tails of his brown coat disappeared around the door.

The Doctor brings Martha back to the TARDIS. How will Rose feel?