A/N: What would have happened if the Doctor had let Rose touch him. One-shot.

Disclaimer: No I don't own Doctor Who. If I did do you think I would be finding it impossible to get a boyfriend.

No touch

Rose moved slowly forward.

"Can I-"

"I'm still just an image. No touch."

"Oh." said Rose looking down at her shoes.

Silence fell between them as Rose struggled to speak.

"I…I…I love you." whispered Rose.

"Oh Rose. I love you too." said the Doctor and reached out and wrapped his arms around her.

Rose was shocked by how real the Doctor felt. She knew that he was only an image, that he wasn't really there, but it was so hard to remember that as he stood there holding her. She could smell his aftershave, hear the beats of his two hearts, feel the heat radiating from his body.

The Doctor held Rose close and rested his chin on the top of her head. He didn't kiss her, there was no need. He didn't want to waste time with kissing. Time! How long had he been here? When would the two universes close and snatch him away again? As though reading his mind Rose whispered into his chest

"How long have we got?"

The Doctor glanced at his watch.

"About half a minute." said the Doctor, holding her even tighter as though sheer determination might mean that he could stay forever.

Rose wrapped her arms around him and took a deep breath.

"I love you Rose Tyler. I always have and I always will. There will never be anyone else. I promise." whispered the Doctor.

"Don't make promises you can't keep." scolded Rose "I'm not a child. I know you'll move on and you don't need to lie to me about it."

There was a few seconds of silence as the Doctor realised she was right. A guy couldn't promise something like that. Especially a guy who would be alive as long as him.

"I don't mind." lied Rose starting to cry.

"I want you to know-" started the Doctor but he was silenced by the fact that he had disappeared.

For a second Rose forgot to breath and then she felt as though she was being pulled through an incredibly small tunnel. She started to scream but the air was soon squeezed from her lungs. She was going to suffocate and there was nothing she could do about it. She concentrated on a memory of the Doctor's face, determined that he would be the last thing she saw. And then, the feeling was gone and she was stood next to the TARDIS control panel. The doctor was sat on the floor, leaning against the central column a single tear glistening on his cheek and a distant expression on his face.

"Doctor?" whispered Rose.

Rose felt suddenly woozy and she realised she was falling through the air. Her head met the metal floor and she remembered no more.

Rose opened her eyes and found herself looking up at a pale pink ceiling. She was contemplating what this meant when a face suddenly appeared above her. Attached to the face was a body and a very worried expression.

"Doctor?" asked Rose, feeling rather confused.

What is he doing in my bedroom? What am I doing in bed? The last thing she could remember was a beach and a vague sense of misery.

"Hi." said the Doctor rather weakly.

"What am you doing here?" asked Rose.

She tried to sit up but the Doctor laid a hand on her shoulder and pushed her gently back down again.

"You need to rest." he said.

"Why do I need to rest?" asked Rose "Doctor, what happened? Why are you crying?"

She struggled to remember but still all she could find was a beach.

"You can't remember?" asked the Doctor.

He looked extremely upset and somewhat guilty.

"Um, Rose. I don't know how to tell you this-"

"Tell me what?" interrupted Rose, ignoring his advice and sitting up.

The Doctor grimaced, sat down on the end of Rose's bed and took hold of her hand.

"Please don't hate me." he began simply…

A/N: This is a One-shot so please don't be mad if you think that it is good and wanted me to continue, not that you would. And please review. And yes I know it was badly finished but thats because I am really rubbish at ending. Adeau. (If that's spelt wrong don't hate me.)