A/N: Hi guys! So I looked at the results from the poll on my profile and this prompt was voted for the most. This is a multi-chapter story based off of a prompt from a guest user by the name of XxMe96xX! The prompt was: "The Tenth Doctor and Rose are on an adventure, and Rose gets kidnapped right before the Doctor is about to tell her he loves her." I hope I fill this prompt well and remember, if you have a prompt for me (one-shot or multi-chapter), just leave it in a review or P.M. it to me and I'll most likely do it!
Gunshots were being fired, bodies were falling to the ground, and blood was falling from limbs, lips, and noses alike.
But the worst part of all of it was the fact that the Doctor had absolutely no idea where Rose Tyler was.
"Rose?!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, stepping over another body and searching frantically, head whipping back and forth as he looked for her bright pink shirt and unmissable yellow hair. Surely in the middle of the American Revolutionary War a bright pink shirk wouldn't be too hard to spot? Especially if an unarmed, beautiful girl in the midst of the battle was wearing it?
Darn. Why did he have to land in the middle of the war anyways? He had been aiming for Paris, and even for him, this was very far off.
There was always a possibility that he would find her among the corpses, of course, but he couldn't bring himself to search dead bodies for Rose Tyler. Because she wasn't dead, and she would never die while under his watch. That was just a ridiculous concept in general.
Suddenly, he spotted her, just out of the corner of his eye. A tear was running down her cheek as she stared down at a body, her entire figure trembling. Far behind her, where she could not see, stood a cadaverous man with a gun in hand, and it was no secret where he was aiming it. The Doctor bolted forward as fast as he could, paying no attention to where his feet were going and knowing only that he had seconds to make it to Rose. She seemed not to notice him so he called out for her, "Rose! Rose, duck!"
Her head whipped towards him and, at the same moment as a loud gunshot rang in their ears, the Doctor had tackled her to the ground and was holding her tight. "Aah!" A shrill scream escaped her lips and the Doctor looked down to see a bullet deep in her thigh. His eyes burned with rage and unshed tears as he stood up, facing the man who was still holding the gun.
The Doctor approached the soldier with the Oncoming Storm present in his eyes, took the gun from him with a few simple, swift martial arts moves, and whacked him in the side so he collapsed, coughing up blood. Afterwards his attention went back to Rose, who was writhing on the blood-covered ground near a few other bodies and moaning quietly in pain. He scooped her up in his arms and ran back to the TARDIS as fast as he could, plopping her down in the medical bay and getting ready to remove the bullet.
As he fixed up his tools and prepared for the surgery, Rose came back into consciousness. "Doctor?" she moaned quietly, reaching up her hand a little towards his blurry figure.
A wide, shaky smile grew on his face as he held her hand and stroked it. "Rose, thank Rassilon you're okay. Listen, I still need to get the bullet out of you, so I'm going to give you some drugs. Okay? You'll be fine..." He swallowed deeply, trying not to show just how worried he had been only moments ago and repeating, "You'll be fine."
Instead of replying she nodded a little bit and he dug a needle into her leg, causing her to drift into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
The surgery was by the far the most difficult one he had ever done.
Running through his head over and over and over again was the fact that if he messed up she could die or get injured even further. Sure, it wasn't that complex of a surgery. After all, the bullet had barely skimmed her and would be fairly easy to get out of her. The sight of her limp body laying on the medical bed sure wasn't helping his negative thoughts, though. He tried to think of positive things, things like them seeing sights together and holding hands. As soon as he finished wrapping up her wound he found himself squeezing her hand in his and placing a gentle kiss to her forehead before he went to get tea for them.
The Doctor came back in a few minutes, not wanting to leave her side for too long. After sitting there awkwardly on her bed for a few minutes, swinging his legs and humming a tune, he decided he needed to do something to occupy his mind before he was begging Rose to wake up quicker to comfort him, which, frankly, sounded like a very good idea. Running from the medical bay to his room, he picked up a Gallifreyan book and sprinted back, sitting by her bed again and opening up the book which was the first one he had found on his nightstand. He read it aloud in his melodic language, not paying too much attention to the actual meaning of the words. Instead he was watching Rose's steady breathing and pronouncing every syllable of the book with precise diction, since he had read it at least twenty times before and knew the words by heart.
When her arm twitched a little while he was on page twenty-two, his heart beat quickly in his chest and he squeezed her hand, the book clattering to the floor from his grip. However, Rose just let out a little sigh and he could tell she was still in a deep sleep. The disappointment he felt was heavy as he picked up the book again, trying to decide how to get into a better position since, obviously, he would be here a while.
After one quick trip back to his room again, he had a blanket in hand and draped it over her and himself, laying down next to her and not making any body contact save for the hand-holding that he couldn't resist. He made her as comfortable as possible, and he had already moved her out of her uncomfortable clothes and coated her in pillows. He turned his attention back to the book and resumed reading aloud until his own loud yawn interrupted him.
"Rassilon, Rose, I'm tired," he mumbled to her even though she couldn't hear, shutting the book and yawning again. "Don't ever get shot again. Actually, it's my fault, I shouldn't have taken you to the American Revolutionary War. That was a mistake."
The Doctor glanced over at her as if expecting a 'yes, it was a mistake' or a 'you're an idiot' look.
"Never again," he promised himself. "Good night, Rose."
Rose woke up to a banging in her head and a toasty warm right hand.
She shook her messy hair out of her face, but the action caused her leg to move and searing pain shot through her. With caution to not move her leg, she looked over to her side and saw an extremely rare sight - the Doctor's sleeping face. From what she could see his mouth was open a little and he was snoring lightly, squeezing her hand a little in his sleep and she could've sworn she saw some drool on his chin.
"Doctor?" Rose muttered, nudging him in the side with her arm. "What happened?"
He released her hand and shot up immediately, disoriented at first until he saw her sad expression. A giant smile grew on his face and he started laughing, "Rose! You're awake! How are you feeling? Oh, here, you must need tea," the Doctor scrambled to the table nearby and handed her her cold tea from the previous night. "I'll make you new tea! How are you feeling? Did I ask that already? Is your leg in a lot of pain? Do you need headache medicine? What do you remember? How is..."
Rose gave him an amused smile, "Doctor, that's about five different questions. But yes, tea would be nice. And I'm feeling fine, though my leg does hurt. I- I got shot?"
The Doctor nodded sadly, "Yes, you did. Here, um, wait here for five seconds, I'll make tea. Just five seconds, I'll be back in a pip and give you medicine!"
She laughed as he sprinted out the door holding the cup with the cold tea, making it splash everywhere and all over him as he ran. He came back extremely quickly with new tea, sitting down next to her to help her drink it carefully, allowing her only a small sip. "Just a bit at a time," he explained.
"Thanks," she replied kindly, wincing a little when she tried to sit up more and her leg burned again. His expression turned sympathetic and concerned at her pain and she shook her head, "It's just my leg. I could use a little something for it, if you don't mind!"
He set the tea cup on the table and rushed to the medicine cabinet. "Of course! I'll make it all better, I promise. After all, they do call me the Doctor."
As he threw medicine up in the air and searched through the cupboard with his bum high in the air, Rose thought to herself, I wonder why sometimes.
A/N: I'll get to the actual prompt next chapter, I promise. :P This was more of an introduction. Please review if you enjoyed!