Notes: Just a bit Nine/Rose hurt comfort. Wow, that's almost old-school, now. If you have the time, reviews would be great. Enjoy.

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He pushes her up against the wall of the TARDIS, kissing her furiously, hands ripping at her clothing. He pulls back to stare at her. His breath is coming fast and hard, his teeth are bared, and the look in his eyes is terrifying; full of pain and rage, darkness and guilt.

It makes Rose want to run. It's meant to. But she has to show him, show him that she is not afraid, that she accepts him, all of him; that she will never, ever leave him.
That he can't scare her off so easily.

So she wraps her legs around him and stifles a moan as he sinks into her, thrusting hard and fast and brutal. She meets his eyes, meets his thrusts, and whispers his name, her voice ragged with emotion.

Her hands clench on his shoulders. Oh, God.

And he doesn't understand; she can see it in his eyes. He doesn't understand why she's letting him do this to her, letting him hurt her. He doesn't understand that she loves him, all of him, even the darkness, even the pain, even the storm.

She takes his face in her hands, kissing him hard.

"I love you," she whispers.

And he breaks.

A single long sob escapes him as he collapses against her body, passion spent. She holds him close to her, whispers nonsense to him, closing her eyes. She can feel him tremble, from fear or pain or something else, she doesn't know. She kisses the side of his head and murmurs that she loves him, praying he doesn't push her away.

"Rose," He whispers, his voice raw. He pulls back slightly to stare at her. His eyes are glassy blue mirrors of pain so deep she knows it will never fully leave him.

"Why, Rose?" He demands. "I'm not….I'm a killer, Rose. I destroyed own people. My planet, gone, wiped out of existence. All because of me. And I nearly killed you to stop one Dalek…." He swallows, hard. "I'm not some savior, I'm not a hero. I'm a murderer, Rose." He's still trying to scare her off, trying to make her hate him. But she can't. He's the Doctor. He's her Doctor. She'll forgive him anything, even if he won't forgive himself.

She stares directly into his gaze, lifting her chin defiantly, and says with conviction what she knows to be true.

"I don't care."

He closes his eyes and leans trembling against her, sighing softly like a surrender. He buries his face in her shoulder, wrapping his arms tightly around her. She can feel his hearts beating in his chest, can feel the low rumble of his voice as he murmurs her name like a prayer.

She strokes his hair, holds him close, and does what she can to comfort him, though she knows it will never, ever be enough. His pain is too deep and she can't heal him She can only love him.

And she prays that love will be enough.