AN: So, I've been watching a lot of Who lately, and one of my OTPs is Rose and the Tenth Doctor, so here's a story for you.

Chapter 1

Rose Tyler fiddled with her necklace. She wrapped it and warped it around her index, twisting the thin gold chain until it threatened to break. Only one thing was on her mind: where was her Doctor?

He said he'd be back in five minutes ten minutes ago. Was it even safe to leave the TARDIS? That's what the Doctor had intended to figure out. Should she go look?

Sighing full of uneasy decision, Rose walked heel-toe, clicking her boots, to the doors.

"Doctor?" She tested, "Doctor, are you there?"

No reply.

"Alright, I'm coming out." Rose swung the door, and a gust blew through her hair. "Blimey."

The scene set before her was magnificent; tall trees full of leaves colored pastel blues and purples bordered the field the TARDIS landed in. The grass was thigh high encompassing Rose as she wondered out of the time machine. It was brilliant red that grass was. The wind made it wave like the ocean on a calm day. Out in the distance, lumbering mountains showed their strength with rainclouds hovering above them. Those mountains would not yield to the elements for thousands of years.

Whisked away in that wonderful world, Rose thought of the Doctor. Though newly regenerated, he was still her Doctor. She yearned for his presence in the beauteous atmosphere.

Where was he, though? Not lying about in the crimson waves, not pulling Rose along and going on about what planet this was, or would be. He wasn't anywhere; at least, not that Rose could see.

"Doctor?" Rose pulled herself out of daydreams to look for her friend, "Doctor, are you here?"

The gentle breeze was the only response in the gorgeous plain.

"Hello?" She cupped her hands to increase the volume of her voice, "Doctor? Doctor, can you hear me?"

She waited. No answer.

"Where've you got off to now?" She said while moving through the grass. Stones found themselves in her path, but the obstacles were easily maneuvered. Rose made way to the tree line.

"Doctor?" She awaited his voice, but a snap of a twig ushered to her a tight stomach. "Doctor, is that you?" Rose knew it wouldn't be the Doctor, but she may as well let her existence be known.

She moved in for a closer look, all the while her stomach yelling at her, screaming at her to turn back and run. Ignoring her instincts, curiosity pushed her along. The leaves fell around her, covering her jean jacket with soft blues. Everything felt strange, and so wrong.

When the leaves touched her skin, it tingled and her body shivered in response. The blue leaves felt cold while the purples left a small burning sensation. She put her sweatshirt hood up, hoping to prevent more touches with the leaves.

A gust of monstrous wind swept by and flurries of blues and purples flew against her. With that much contact, her face felt as if it was burning. Attempting to turn from the danger, Rose tripped and fell to the black dirt. She protectively covered her face and buried it underneath her crossed arms until the wind stopped.

Rose shook off the remaining leaves, still hunched over, and looked up. The wind abandoned its play and left her in silence. Prepared to return to the field, silver caught her eye. It reflected the orange sunlight for only a moment and let her notice it.

"Oh, no." She ran to it. It was the Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver. He never would have left it out of his sight. "What's happened to you?"

Something pricked the back her neck as she brooded. Her fingers frantically removed the three needles protruding from her skin. The source was a yellow vine with a green flower. The flower had spat the needles at her.

A growl emanated from the trees. From the rumble, Rose determined it was big. Very big.

Rose decided running was overdue. That very big thing was heard creeping after her.

She ran, but her pace weakened as she neared the field. Her heart began to throb with every step she took. Her breathing was labored, and her legs became numb. Still, she ran.

But she could not dodge the rocks scattered throughout the field of red. One went unnoticed by her fading eyesight, and she tripped. Without her motor skills functioning correctly, her arms failed to catch herself and she smacked against the ground. Her own limbs were locked beneath her, and she could hear the creature walking towards her. The last she could comprehend was footsteps, shouting, and firm hands briskly carrying her.

… … …

Rose gasped awake. Her eyes widened at the sudden intake of air. Bile built and overcame her senses. Instinctively, she heaved to her side.

"That's it, just let it all go." A strong, but soft voice coaxed. "Won't be much longer now." Obviously it was a male, but was it human?

Rose gagged the last of the vomit, determined to get some answers.

"Who are you?" She flipped to see him.

He was definitely not human, but a humanoid. His skin was Caucasian, but it was littered with blue tattoos that gave off a faint glow. The alien gave a genuine "so glade you're not dead" smile, and he had the perfect teeth. White and straight, Rose wondered if he was born lucky. His hair told a different story. It was like an explosion of orange and red, with the roots blue. It stuck out in every direction possible. The length was short.

"You're awake!" His white teeth shined with help of the bright lights surrounding them, "This is such good news. I've been by your bedside the entire time."

"You've been watching me while I sleep?" A new urge of puke came.

"Well, you've mostly been…" He paused as she heaved again, "Doing that. My name is Hiccaro, by the way."

"I feel disgusting." Her world snapped back to her, "Where's the Doctor? I need my Doctor. Do you know where he is?"

His smile didn't falter, "As of now I'm your nurse, and Dr. Philaid is attending now. I'll fetch him." He stood from his metal chair, but Rose grabbed his forearm.

"No, I need my Doctor. He's the man I'm travelling with."

Hiccaro's expression immediately darkened, and he looked almost like he was torn apart. "I am severely sorry, Rose Marion Tyler. But we could not reach him in time."

"What do you mean you couldn't reach him in time? And how do you know my name?" She tried to stand assertively, but she staggered and Hiccaro had to help her sit.

"You must rest, Rose Marion Tyler. We discovered your identity with use of this." He pulled out her leather wallet. "As for your Doctor, we were not able to save him."

"He-he's not dead!" Tears overpowered her, and Hiccaro seemed to be moved by her emotion and tears came to his eyes as well.

"No, he is not. But he is in far worse company than death. He has been taken by the Kasirtos."

Relief and worry flooded Rose, both emotions she never thought would take her in the same moment. "What are the Kasirtos?"

Revulsion and abhorrence crossed Hiccaro's face, and he looked nearly venomous. "They are a vile race that we are at odds with. They are barbarians who think they are better than us. They have overtaken Ovestrae and dirty our lands with their filth. They own no mercy, and death dares not even to touch them."

"Well, we have to get him back! What are we waiting for, then?"

Sympathy and kindness washed over the vile look in the man's eyes, "You still need to recover. You are in no condition to walk, let alone rescue your Doctor. Do not worry; you will be well taken care of, and your recovery should be soon, I promise. Goodnight, Rose Marion Tyler."

"Rose. Just call me Rose. Please, let me know if you find out anything." Her eyes pleaded.

"Yes. Rose." He touched her forehead and an overwhelming need of sleep forced her eyes to close and dream.

AN: Doctor in trouble? Strange alien planet? Cute alien nurse? Yes, this seems to be a story indeed worthy of a little bit of angst sometime in the future. For now, I'll just let you stew. Cheers! As always, thanks for reading.