Here, folks, is a short beginning to the sequel to Leave You Behind, called Take You With Me. Like I said in the prologue, if you haven't read that then you probably should otherwise you won't understand a word of this. Thank you and enjoy!

TAKE YOU WITH ME

CHAPTER 1

Rose awoke on a large couch in Jackie's living room, entangled with Theta, who was curled around her, holding her tight. They were both covered with his brown trenchcoat, and had both, as always, been sharing the same dream - this time of them being on the Tardis floor doing considerably more than kissing... Rose had awoken when sunlight entered the room, and as that particular dream involved each other, the Doctor would soon notice her absence from the dream and pursue another one, or more likely wake up.

The memories began flooding back then - how, in one day, she had been dumped by the Doctor, stood up to an alien invasion, saved the Doctor's life in the Tardis, thrown away her humanity, declared her love for the last Time-Lord in the universe, unleashed a burning London Eye on the alien horde and subsequently joined the Doctor in saving the world from said aliens by flooding the whole of Central London. Not bad for a 19-year old shop girl...

They had stood there for some time on the roof-top before going back inside the Tardis. Rose dimly remembered the Doctor wrapping her in his trenchcoat, and asking to go to Jackie's place to see if she was OK. When she entered the flat only to find Jackie and Harold weren't there, they both collapsed exhausted on the couch and knew no more.

Careful not to wake him, she examined the sleeping Doctor curiously. One hand was wrapped around her waist, and the other... was moving as she watched up to his mouth. Theta sucked his thumb! She stared at him. It was strange maybe, but undeniably cute coming from a 900-year old Time Lord. She looked down at his feet, which dangled lazily off the armrest, and grinned. Pink stripy socks! Brushing stray hair out of his eyes, she listened to the strong double heartbeat against his chest - his shirt was still a little damp - and watched as he frowned in his sleep and woke up suddenley with a yell, sitting bolt upright and throwing Rose off the couch and onto the floor, where she began laughing hysterically. Upon the Doctor's questioning stare, she decided to tell him - in Gallifreyan, which they now spoke only to each other when alone, finding the language more expressive than English.

"...Your thumb's still stuck in your mouth!"

The Doctor yelped, seeing this was true, and jerked his thumb out immediately. Judging by it's colour, his face could easily have replaced the giant STOP sign on the M5, Rose thought. He looked at her crossly.

"Don't do that to me again!"

"Don't do what?"

"When you woke up, you disappeared, and my subconscious decided you'd been taken away by giant alien caterpillars with no heads... Imagine being chased around in the dead of night, half naked, about to be eaten by a CATERPILLAR..."

He trailed off, then remembered something and grinned mischeviously at her. "But that's one nice imagination you got there Rose! The dream quality was outta this world!"

Rose blushed. "Well, you had half the ideas..."

"No, seriously, your virtual hands are amazing-" As Rose turned positively scarlet and told him telepathically to shut up, he grinned and dragged her back onto the couch, kissing her as he felt her fingers set his skin on fire. So, it wasn't just her VIRTUAL hands that were magic... He groaned happily as Rose messed up his hair between her fingers and slowly undid his shirt collar. Well, God knows how many buttons she would have actually undone if Jackie hadn't picked that moment to stroll into the room carrying a mug of tea.

The mug promptly crashed to the floor.

Exactly three seconds later, the entire road was awakened by a deafening scream.

"GET YOUR ALIEN HANDS OFF MY DAUGHTER!" Absoloute silence. Behind her, Rose heard the glass in the kitchen window shatter.

Theta switched to English, and his first thought telepathically transmitted, was "Dammit... My God, she looks angry..." He leaped off Rose and turned to face Jackie, then cowered in fear as she launched into a tirade.

"YOU SLEPT WITH MY ROSE, YOU... FREAK. IN MY HOUSE! YOU - YOU ARE NOT GONNA LIVE TO SAY YOU'RE SORRY!"

"Now you see Jackie, the word "slept" there is ambiguious, that is that yes, I have slept with Rose in the literal sense of the term, but in the colloquially implied sense, that is, erm... no, not THAT way, if you see what I-"

As Jackie ran across the room, arm raised, with freshly manicured nails ready to slap the Doctor senseless, the Doctor's fingertips began to glow blue-purple. Rose could sense he was trying to control it but as Jackie raised her hand it all got too much for him and an explosion of blue-purple fear sparks shot out of his fingertips. At that point, the Doctor swayed where he stood, having used all his body's energy keeping the sparks under control, and just had time to whisper to Rose, "Catch me" down their link with his last remaining energy reserves before his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed in her arms.

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