Hi everyone, first of all thanks for giving this story a chance! This is my first story in the Doctor Who-verse and it's the first story I've written in six years. Lot's of firsts for me today. I would be very grateful if you left a review, so that I can learn. :)

Let's get this show on the road, shall we? I hope you like it and enjoy!

"Oh John, today has been hell. Between my mother, Mickey, Jake, especially Jack, and the hospital, I can't even hear myself think. I'm so glad you're here, and I don't mean that I'm glad that you're in the hospital, I just mean that it's nice to be able to talk to someone, you know? Without them having an opinion about everything? Just a listening ear. I've missed that since my granddad died, he was the one who always seemed to know when I needed to just talk, without a response of any kind. You're the first person to get me to tell you everything, it's weird, you're not even awake and still I feel like you understand. Maybe I'm just going a bit mad. I suppose it should be expected with my life, I'm here in this hospital nearly 24/7. When I'm not I'm surrounded by Jake and Jack, my roommates. Jake's parents don't accept him being gay and he had to move out, into my apartment no less because he's between jobs at the moment, and Jack's job doesn't pay enough to support them so he moved in too. My apartment may as well be theirs now, since they are home more than I am. Then there's Mickey, who's head over heels in love with doctor Martha Jones, one of my best friends at the hospital. He is always texting me to ask whether Dr. Jones is off, or when she is arriving. I don't know why he can't just ask her out, that seems to be too simple. And if all that is not enough, my mum is always nagging on about how I'm still not married at 26 and that she really wants grandchildren."

At that moment John's fingers twitched, but this went unnoticed by the beautiful blonde sitting in the chair across from him. John Doe, that was the name on his bracelet, had been in the hospital for 3 months. In that time the nurses and doctors had all tried to figure out something about him, but they couldn't. He'd been found after the alien attack on London, but he didn't have anything on him except for his clothes, a long trench coat, some weird kind of screwdriver that didn't seem to fit anything and a simple key. He'd had a head wound and had been rushed to the hospital. Doctor Rose Tyler, one of the best neurosurgeons in the country had treated him and she was sure he was going to be alright. She just didn't know when.

Over the last three months she'd been checking on him regularly, seeing if there was any change. In that time she'd also grown quite fond of him. He had this shaggy brown hair, that even after laying down for all this time still stuck out in every which way and she thought it was quite sexy. The stubble on his cheeks did nothing to change that, in fact it made him even more attractive in her eyes. She often wondered what he would look like when he awoke. She knew from experience that even though a person could be sexy while sleeping, they could be nothing short of ugly when they finally opened their eyes. But she had a feeling that that wouldn't be the case with John. Because of that and the fact that there was no one visiting him she had been taking her lunchbreak in his room once every week, to keep him company. She never liked it when people had no one to care for them. She thought that was one of the reasons that made her excel at her profession, she genuinely cared about her patients. Other doctors didn't think it was that important, but she did.

So here she was, with her lunch in her lap, sitting in the chair across from his bed, talking about her day. The good things, the bad things. Since she started this she had been a lot more balanced than before. She supposed he must've been some kind of therapist, someone who made you feel at home and open up by simply being there.

Suddenly the monitor started beeping faster. Dr. Tyler went to see what was wrong and when she looked at him she saw his eyes were open. And they were beautiful. They seemed to be looking right into her soul and reading her thoughts. She was so captivated by his eyes that she didn't even notice he was trying to talk. When she felt a hand in hers however, her focus shifted quickly back to him, although, did it really? His hand fit perfectly in hers apparently, and the electric shocks she felt at the contact did nothing but draw her further in. Never before had this happened to her before. She had always been a bit sceptical about love at first sight, but right in this moment she couldn't think of a single argument of why that was.

"Doctor Tyler, are you alright?" was what woke her from her reverie. Nurse Donna Noble was standing next to her and she and John were looking at her a little worriedly. "I heard the monitor and saw that Mr. Doe was awake and thought he could probably use some water."

"Right, of course, no I'm fine. Go ahead, I was just checking on him actually when he woke up" she said, as she quickly extracted her hand from his. She felt a deep chill go through her when she did though and wanted to grab it right back again. She turned to the man whose hand she had just released, albeit reluctantly. "How are you feeling, sir? Are you experiencing any pain? Do you need anything? I am doctor Tyler, I've been treating you. You are at the London Royal Hospital. You were admitted for a head injury, which I operated on, and you have been healing as expected"

"No, just some water would be fine, and I'm fine. I'm not in any pain." He uttered, while he took the water nurse Noble was offering him and took a sip. "Mmmm, that's exactly what I needed, thank you nurse Noble" he exclaimed after looking at her nametag. After that Donna excused herself and left the room. Rose was still a bit shaken up from that weird moment but she got herself together and took het stethoscope. "This may feel a bit cold, so don't be surprised, okay?" and she put it to his hearts. Yes, his hearts, plural. When he was admitted to the hospital that was the first thing they discovered, but Rose had kept the others from calling the authorities, she couldn't bear to see a person become a guinea pig because of her. Afterwards she had checked him over completely – yes, even that part of him – and everything else seemed normal. Although from what she had seen, he had the potential of being excellent in bed, not that anyone else knew that she thought so. She'd taken him on as her patient, even made herself responsible for him when there was no one to claim him.

His hearts sounded fine, so did his breathing. Then she took her little flashlight and checked his responsiveness. Only after determining he was completely awake, and there was no immediate cause for concern she turned to him again, "I am going to ask you some routine questions now. Don't panic if you don't know all the answers, just think and if you don't know we'll continue on to the next one. Is that alright with you?" he nodded.

"Do you know what year it is?" he seemed to concentrate for a second and then he looked straight into her eyes again, unnerving her a little, she had to admit. "We are the twelfth of January in the year 2016 on the third planet from the sun, and it is 02:39pm" Rose nearly dropped her chart, "Umh, well, sir, that is all extremely accurate actually. How did you know that if I may ask?"

"To be honest, Doctor Tyler, I have no idea. I just know. Don't you know that?" She looked at him strangely, "I'm sorry, but I don't, nor does anyone in this hospital without checking. Okay then, next question. What is your name?" about this question he had to really think. She could see his face screw up in concentration and she could also see the moment he gave up, resigned that he couldn't remember. "I don't seem to know. What do you call me?" he asked eventually.

"That's no problem sir, it will come back to you. We call you John Doe. It's a name we give to everyone whose name we don't know."

"How long have I been here? Has anyone come for me?" he asked tentatively. "You've been here for three months, sir. And no, I'm really sorry to tell you this, but no one has come looking for you, nor could we find any relatives to contact. Do you have anyone in mind we could call?"

"No, I don't. I was just hoping that maybe someone had been here, I had these weird dreams while I was… sleeping, like someone was talking to me, so I thought maybe…" his sentence trailed off and Rose could see he was starting to really realise what was going on.

"Yes, someone has been talking to you, me. I have been keeping you company during my lunch hour. I hate to see people alone in here. So I just decided to sit with you a little, I know it sounds weird and unprofessional but I just… it's my job to take care of people, and I take it seriously. Now, the following question may cause you some discomfort, but I really do need to know so I can check for any other possible injuries. I realise how that sounds since you've been here for three months, but you are not like other patients. Do you know what happened to you?"

"Of course, I understand, but how am I different than the other patients?" She decided to indulge him, it's not like she was needed elsewhere for the time being. She had completed three surgeries this morning and the next one was only tomorrow. Obviously she had rounds to complete and patients to see, but for the next hour or so she was free.

"Well, sir, you seem to have two hearts, and before you ask, it's unheard of. That and you could tell the exact date and hour after being in a coma for three months" she said. "Oh," he answered, "and I suppose that no other patients have ever done that either? Okay, those are solid reasons for needing to know then, I suppose. I don't really remember anything though. Nothing, to be fair."

Saying that she was surprised would be lying, but she was however disappointed. She had carefully harboured that tiny sprinkle of hope that he may have remembered something, but alas, he didn't. Nothing to do but wait then, was there? She asked the rest of the questions rather quickly and took her leave, promising to come back soon.

That evening she slept in the hospital, again. There had been a terrible accident and the hospital had needed all hands on deck. Rose was not one to leave in a crisis, so she had texted Jake and Jack she was staying at work and that she would see them tomorrow. As she was laying there, she thought about John and what he must be going through. She had never been so invested in a patient, of course she'd always been empathic but never had she felt such a connection; not with anyone actually, this was the first time in her life she felt as though she'd found something she never knew she'd missed. She'd also never had this kind of reaction before, not with anyone. Maybe it was because he had those penetrating eyes, that shaggy hair, and even though he was unconscious while she'd been examining him, he did have a nice body, lean and muscular. All those things made for a very attractive man, or at least that's what she thought. She thought about what she had told him when he was sleeping and the fact that, according to what he had said that morning, he may remember them. She wasn't sure how she felt about it, but she stayed surprisingly calm, she felt she could trust him.

Now she was wondering what tomorrow would bring, she hoped she had time to pop into his room. It wasn't everyday she had time for a lunchbreak. She had 2 surgeries planned and she really needed to stay focussed, in one patient she had to remove a tumour, and in the other she had to place a stent. Not the easiest operations, seeing as the tumour was positioned deeply within the brain and in order to place the stent she would have to go deep too. If she was distracted she might as well have signed her patients' death warrants.

During the little while she slept she dreamt about a handsome man, who looked remarkably like her patient, who was only known as 'the Doctor' and with whom she had crazy adventures, visited strange planets, and saved several worlds. When she woke up, she didn't remember anything.

The next few days went by in a blur, she was so busy she barely slept and when she had a free moment she went to visit her favourite patient. They had developed a friendship and Rose thought his outside fit his inside. He was sweet, kind, funny, and a bit weird. Just as she had hoped and imagined he would be. There was nothing except his weird anatomy to prove he was anything other than human. Since he was awake now, the hospital he was going to release him soon. Rose dreaded that day, she was not ready to let him go. He'd become a part of her life and she didn't want that to go away.

"If you keep standing there like that you might just turn into stone," she heard John's voice, she was leaning against the door of his room, just staring at him, "seriously, you look like you're somewhere far away, I'm I not interesting enough?" he joked.

"Oh you are plenty interesting, believe me," she returned with a wink and her trademark tongue-poking-out-smile, while walking further into his room, "I was thinking about how you will be leaving soon. You're awake now, and everything seems to be fine, so the hospital has no reason to keep you any longer. I know you're memories haven't come back yet, but I'm confident they will. Have you given any thought to what you're going to do when you get out of here?"

"I hadn't given it any thought really. I don't know where I'm from, so I have no idea. I don't even know anyone outside of this hospital really." He said, looking a bit disheartened. "I suppose I'll just have to figure it out though." he continued.

"And I'm sure you will," she interjected, "I can help you if you want? I have some friends outside of this place too, I could them if they would mind getting a new roommate?" she said, looking a bit unsure of herself, "If you want me to, of course!" she added quickly.

"That would mean a lot to me," he said looking at her as though she was his saviour, "I don't know what I would do without you!"

She laughed at that, "You'd be long dead without me!" When she realised what she said her eyes went wide like saucers. "Oh my god! I'm sorry, that came out so wrong!" she kept profusely apologising, it was only after the tenth apology she dared look at him again. He was sitting up in his bed looking like he had the time of his life, the perpetual mirth in his eyes no less bright, "No need to apologise, it's the truth. Donna has told me many times I'm too rude, so I don't mind. Really." he assured her.

That got a very unladylike sound out of her, "Donna has a point you know, if you're going to meet my friends you're going to have to watch it a little, some of them are easily offended. But nevertheless, I will bring by the people I have in mind tomorrow. If that's okay with you?"

"That's more than fine with me, it's not like I have any important business to attend to. I don't even know what my business is…" he looked down at his lap as he said that, but Dr. Tyler had long since figured out that he was not one to wallow in his bad fortune, so as she expected, not a minute later he looked up at her and said "but whatever it is, I'm sure I'm swell at it! Fantastic even, I cannot imagine anyone being better at what it is I'm good at!"

"Now don't go telling that to anyone else, you hear. That's what people consider rude," she told him. At that moment her pager went off. "Dang, looks like they need me, but think about what you're going to do okay, if you even want a roommate, or if you'd rather live alone, I can help with that too." Before he could react she'd already turned and left.

Later Rose would admonish herself for not telling him she was going to introduce him to her roommates, and that he would actually live in her apartment if he took the offer. She told herself she'd just forgotten, but in all reality she had quite deliberately kept that detail from him. If he said no then, at least she knew it wasn't because of her.

One day later, or more precisely: 22 hours, 35 minutes and 16 seconds, she appeared in his room with two guys. One strikingly handsome with those deep blue eyes and jet black hair – who was damn sexy, even John had to admit that – and the other looked a little like the typical American boy next door – yes, even English guys can have that look he thought – with his youthful looks and dirty blond hair. "Hello there, I'm John… or at least that's what they call me 'round here. Who're you?" he started, "I know that's a very open question, you could for instance start with your name and then continue on to tell me about yourself, who you are to my Rose… oh my, I meant Dr. Tyler of course, nothing about her is mine, obviously. Although I wouldn't mind that, she is after all very pretty and not at all unsweet, on the contrary even she's one of the most lovable people around here, and I can tell you, I know many, if not all,"

"Uhm, John, I think it best you stop talking now," Rose interrupted his endless monologue, "before you embarrass yourself." After a second she added "Any further." She was used to his ramblings, the day after he had woken up is when it first happened, and now after a while she started to see it as a lovable quirk than anything else, it was just him.

John started, looking properly flustered, "Right, sorry, I do that sometimes, go ahead!" He waved his hand in a gesture to continue. Rose took the lead again. "As I told you I would yesterday, I brought two friends with me. I explained to them your situation and they understand completely and are willing to help. Meet Captain Jack Harkness and his boyfriend Jake Simmonds."

It hadn't gone over quite as simple as Rose was explaining it though. Jake had said that space was already sparse in her little flat and that they really did need their space, and that's not even taking into account that they knew nearly nothing about this man, that he could be a serial killer without even realising it, and that he could just wake up one day and decide to kill them – Rose was sure it had more to do with Jack and his perpetual flirting with anything that walks, than it had with John. As expected, the Captain had been more receptive to the idea of a new male roommate, and after a lot of coaxing from both him and Rose, Jake had eventually given in. So here they were, standing next to their soon-to-be new roommate, who was for the moment only known as John Doe.

Jack stepped forward and extended his hand, "Hi, I'm Jack as you already know. I'm very happy to meet you and I'm looking forward to getting to know you," he said with an American accent, the ever-present flirtatious smile never fading from his face. Rose pushed Jake slightly forward who then also stuck out his hand to shake John's waiting one. "Nice to meet you." He uttered, looking every bit like a little kid being forced to share his candy. "Now that we've all met, what do you say John, are you going to move in with these two idiots?" Rose exclaimed, perhaps a little bit too enthusiastic.