Chapter One: One Rose to Heal the Pain

-set after The Satan Pit-

This is the first chapter of a story I hope to continue as frequently as I can, I've had loads of ideas about what could happen in the oncoming chapters.

Please let me know what you think thank youuu x o

The Doctor stood in the TARDIS console room, slowly tracing the buttons and levers with his fingers. He was about to say something witty and clever, but turning round and remembering, ah it was just him, alone...He could feel the tears stinging his eyes but he brushed them away irritated at himself. What had he become?

Sinking to his knees, he began to shake, covering his face with his hands. Unable to hold back the tears any longer, heart wrenching sobs wracked his body, all the pain and loss and heartbreak he had suffered suddenly overwhelmed him, images of the first time he met Rose, and her brilliant smile, that seemed to captivate him so, crossed his thoughts. All the adventures they had shared together flashed before his eyes, the joy he had felt when she agreed to travel with him again even after he had changed, their time in Victorian England facing a werewolf, and the time he had almost lost her, when they were stranded on Krop Tor.

The memories were so beautiful and yet so terrible, she had promised him forever, and he screamed out in agony and grief that he had lost her.

Rose sat bolt upright, her eyes snapping open, she had heard the Doctor's screams from across the hall and her face had turned a pale white colour. He must be dreaming about Galifrey again, she thought, chewing on her lip.

She should go and comfort him, tell him everything was going to be okay. But what use was she? As far as she was concerned she was a stupid ape who couldn't help a Time Lord who was reliving the ghosts of his past.

After a few minutes when the shouts failed to cease, Rose made up her mind to go to him. Whether it was the right decision she didn't have time to decide. Throwing the quilt to one side she stood up, and walked towards her bedroom door, she noticed the Doctor's shouts were getting more frenzied. Then she stood, frozen to the spot in the TARDIS corridor, as she realised what the Doctor was shouting, "Rose!"
"Why, why why please I need you."
"I didn't even get to tell you that I.." His shouts became muffled, and loud sobs replaced them.

Rose ran quickly to his door, silent tears streaming down her face she tiptoed into his room, her breath catching as she saw him shaking and sobbing, tangled within the bed covers. "Oh god." She murmured under her breath.
Rushing to his side she placed a cool hand on his forehead, he was burning up, "Doctor, Doctor it's okay I'm here, it's Rose." She tried to sound confident and sure of herself, but even as she spoke her voice cracked and she sunk down on the bed next to him, placing both her hands on his cheeks, she knew very well in her case that actions had more effect than words. Which was just as well because she wasn't sure if she could manage another sentence.

The truth was that it was scary to see him like this, and why was he dreaming about her? She was just his companion, someone to hold his hand when the going got rough.. But she was utterly devoted to spending her fleeting fragile life by his side.
She was also, completely, undeniably in love with him. But she'd never let on, for she was sure he'd take her back to the estate and her boring life as a boring shop girl.

couldn't have that. Not now she knew what the universe held, and how much more they had to explore together. So it was better to keep silent she reasoned.

Stroking his cheeks softly, and whispering to him that she was here and that he didn't need to worry, praying to herself that he would stop shaking. To her surprise, he did.

"Rose?" He said, his voice hoarse and dry. "Doctor, I was so worried about you, you kept shouting and cryin' in your sleep... I thought you were dying..." Rose replied, her eyes welled up with tears, but forcing them back she shook her head, determined to be the one doing the comforting, not he other way round. The Doctor looked dazed, but gave her a crooked smile all the same,
"Hello." He said simply.

"Hello." She grinned, placing a small kiss on his forehead. Sitting up, the Doctor gazed at her, whilst she wiped some stray tears from her cheek.

How was it, he thought, that even in this state she looked beautiful and had a certain majestic glow that swam around her like some sort of golden halo. Or was he still dreaming? In his opinion as long as he was with Rose he felt like he was living a perfect, never ending dream.

"Oi," she whispered, giving him a nudge, "Give up staring at me you daft alien." The Doctor had wondered off into his own world, yet again consumed by his thoughts, absolutely oblivious to Rose's small giggles of relief and her hand tracing slow circles on his palm. When he finally came to his senses, Rose had fallen asleep next to him. Pulling the duvet over her, he shifted over to her, gently wrapping his arms around her waist, and to his joy she snuggled into his chest, twining her legs around his, she let out a small sigh of content.

That night was the first time he'd had a good sleep in as long as he could remember.