A/N: This has been re-done because basically a lot of it was rubbish and there were a lot of mistakes. I hope this is loads better. Thanks!

Sopping wet, the Doctor and Rose stepped into the TARDIS. Their water-filled shoes made squelching sounds on the metal grating. Rose's teeth chattered violently, making a loud noise. She could never remember being so cold in her life.

"Rose, you must be freezing. I don't want you to catch your death. We know how fragile you humans are and I really don't fancy explaining to Jackie why her daughter is an icicle. My face has only just recovered feeling from the last slap! And I've regenerated since! Has she had a lot of practice or what? Feel sorry for any poor bloke who annoyed her constantly." He paused seeming to loose what he was talking about, a frown deep in his face.
"Oh! Right! Go and have a shower, quick." He said, his face lighting up because he remembered.
So like him, Rose thought. Even with the given situation- which was his fault she might add- he still managed to squeeze in a jab at her mother and loose himself in a ramble.
"Wh-what about you?" She managed through her shivers. He just waved his hand dismissively.

"Nah. Me? With a cold? It won't even touch me. I don't really get affected by the cold." He replied a bit boastful, trying to ignore the urge to sneeze. "But even I'm a bit chilly, so I dread to think what it's like for you. Now go." He pushed her gently in the direction of the corridor.

Rose, struggling to produce a sound, nodded. She headed to the doorway as quick as her frigid legs would allow, the Doctor watching frowning seriously.
He sighed feeling very guilty. It was his fault that he set in the wrong co-ordinates, making them end up in a freezing lake on the planet Herufus. If that lake had been normal water, it would have been frozen with ice about 5 meters thick. Completely safe. But with their luck, the lake had phyntophine acid in it. Harmless but impossible to freeze. Meaning the pair fell straight into it. Not his best move.

He turned to the console and began punching in co-ordinates for Jackie Tyler's flat. He decided to risk a slap because he and Rose would need a bit -or a lot- of looking after for the next few days. It was all his fault so he would allow Rose the comfort of resting in her bed at home with her mother fussing. Not that her bed in the TARDIS wasn't comfortable. And she did live with him now so that room was her proper room. This was her home.

Calm down, he scolded himself. Possessive much. He just knew with most humans when they were ill they wanted to be fussed about by their mother or partner. And the Doctor wasn't her partner so mother would do.

Also, he wasn't stupid, he knew that the temperatures they had endured would have some effects on them. Mainly Rose of course. He was sure it wouldn't bother him much at all, timelord and all that. But Rose would probably be bed bound... he could find some repair work to occupy himself with while she was being looked after by Jackie. Mind you he knew he probably wouldn't want to leave Rose's side that much. He was scaring himself with how much he actually needed Rose with him.
Then after a few days Rose would be okay and they'd disappear off somewhere and sometime far away, everything as right as rain. He pondered the phrase. Who ever decided rain was right? He shook his head to rid himself of the ramble he was about to have in his head.

He pressed the final button and froze. A shiver. He felt a shiver snake down his back. He hadn't shivered from the cold for ages and it was worrying him slightly. He shivered again and decided to go and have a shower himself, leaving the TARDIS safely in flight.

-~DW~-

When he returned fifteen minutes later, there was a pile of blankets and quilts huddled on the jump seat. Upon hearing his entrance, Rose's head emerged from the nest, her blonde hair thoroughly messed up. He was glad she had the sense to dry her hair.
With alarm he noticed how scarily pale her skin was and her lips were a pale blue colour. Rose could also tell the Doctor was feeling it too because he had his long tan over-coat wrapped tightly around his skinny frame. He never wore it inside the ship.

"Are you okay?" He mentally kicked himself. Did she look okay? She nodded shakily anyway.
"Feelin' the c-cold?" She tried to tease him but she didn't pull it off with her weak voice. She tried a smile that resulted in a grimace.
"I told you I'm perfectly fine." He replied tensing his body to keep from shivering.
"Liar," She stated simply. She always seemed to know...
"Rose, I'll be honest. We are on our way to your home. I think it'd be better if we stayed there for a bit to recuperate. I know how Jackie will enjoy fussing over you and you would probably rather be pampered by her than me."
"Here is m-my home, with you, in the T-TARDIS." He smiled, momentarily warmed by her words. He was right earlier, this was her home. She thought so too.

"I know but better safe than sorry, yeah? I might not be in a fit state to look after you anyway. I seem to be getting a chill..." He sneezed and then groaned. "I don't believe this..." He collected himself.
"'Sides we'd be getting a call from her any time soon, her whining at us to stop by and have another stinking shepherd's pie.. might as well kill two birds with one stone. Not that I'm calling your mum a bird..." He shivered and pulled his coat tighter.

"D-Doctor, I can't f-f-feel my toes." Rose told him panicked. He walked towards her and crouched down. Carefully he pulled back the covers to reveal Rose's perfectly manicured and more than slightly blue toes. He curled his warmer fingers around them.

Her skin was as cold as ice.

After a few minutes, he felt her toes warming a bit. "Go and put three pairs of socks on." He ordered. She nodded and gingerly headed off to her room. Her skin was paper-white. She looked like a porcelain doll, reminding him how delicate she really was.

-~DW~-

Jackie Tyler was alone in her flat nattering animatedly on the phone.

"I know Bev. I can't believe Steve dumped Sue. You know why that is though don't cha? It's 'cause she's going bald, that's why. Aww... I feel so sorry for her... perhaps we should get her a wig for her birthday."
Suddenly Jackie heard the unique sound of the TARDIS engines in her front room. She watched as it materialised in the middle of her flat. Without a second thought she hung up the phone and chucked it carelessly on the sofa. He only parked the TARDIS in her flat if it was an emergency. What had he gone and done now?

The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS followed by Rose, who was still wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. Jackie gasped concerned and angry.
"You look like bloody ghosts!. Or like you died a week ago and forgot to tell me! Where the hell have you been?!" She screeched.
"Not so loud, Jackie." The Doctor moaned as his head ache increased. She took a step forward and placed the back of her hand on her daughters forehead. She withdrew as if burned. Tried the Doctor's and got a similar result.

"Your bloody freezing!" She screeched again. She tutted angrily and muttered about how she would slap him if he wasn't so ill. She marched off to the kitchen.
"I'll make a cup of tea for both of you then you can get off to bed." She called back through the doorway. Rose collapsed on the sofa and immediately groaned as she realised that she had sat on the phone.

She shoved it on the coffee table and sunk back into her blankets. The Doctor joined her after a few moments. They sat so close together that any closer and they would be literally on top of each other. Rose pulled open the blankets and welcomed the Doctor into her little sanctuary of warmth. He gladly took the offer.
They had just gotten comfy when Jackie came back in and gave them their tea. She glared at them in disapproval of their intimacy and sat herself down in the armchair so she could watch their every move.

For those who have read before, any better? For those who are new, beware this fic is going through a re-write and needs one!

Dame-Rose xxx