"You'll love it Rose! Really it's fantastic! Fields of rainbow colored flowers, a green sparkling sky, and fruit on the trees as big as your head! It's beautiful! I've wanted to take you there for a while!" The doctor spoke quickly and enthusiastically as he worked the dials on the TARDIS.

Normally Rose would be excited at the prospect at seeing a new planet; it did sound pretty lovely actually. But the TARDIS seemed to be moving very quickly and bumpy all of sudden. Her stomach was churning and making dangerous noises; she hoped that it was nothing to worry about. She suddenly regretted the extra order of chips that she'd had for lunch.

"We can have a picnic!" The doctor said with excitement, smiling his big goofy grin. He danced around the console of the TARDIS "What would you like for a picnic? We can eat right on the flowers, it will be great!"

Rose held onto the console with one hand, the other hand on her stomach. The noises in her belly were getting louder and she felt her face pale. Definitely shouldn't have had the chips… "I'm not really very hungry" Rose said softly. The doctor was completely oblivious to her pain.

"Okay…well, no picnic then. But there's so many other fun things to do. They have wonderful beaches there! We can go swimming….the waves are almost constant, you can just float along…"

Up and down, up and down…. Rose felt herself begin to gag and she swallowed hard; she was not going to get sick. She refused. "Can you slow this thing down a little?" Rose asked shakily as she used both hands to hold on to the TARDIS. If only it wasn't going so fast and spinning so much, she would be able to hold down her lunch.

The doctor just laughed, still blind to her sudden illness. "Rose….you know the TARDIS doesn't have a speed. It only has one….Go!" he said, laughing at his own joke.

Rose felt dizzy, sweat beginning to dot her forehead. The rumbling in her stomach had now created its own constant symphony of noise. Her mouth was beginning to feel strange as she reached the unavoidable vomit point of no return. Her stomach rolled up as her lunch was determined to make another appearance.

"We're almost there Rose" the doctor said excitedly as he began to land the TARDIS. "When we get there we can…..hey! Where are you going?"

But Rose couldn't answer as she clamped a hand over her mouth and ran for the bathroom, hoping the TARDIS hadn't moved it recently so she could find it with ease.

…

Rose leaned against the cold toilet seat, gasping for air and hoping that her stomach was finally empty; it didn't feel any better. She had vomited more than she even thought was humanly possible but she didn't trust it yet. After a few vomit free minuets, she finally decided she could trust her stomach enough to move away from clasping the toilet. She flushed the toilet and then lay down on the floor of the bathroom, hugging her abdomen tightly. A shiver went through her and she suddenly wanting nothing more than to be in her bed at home, wrapped in blankets and her own pyjamas with her mum fussing over her. It was a stupid thing to want; she was 19 years old. But still….being sick always had a way of making you feel younger than you actually were. She had wanted to deny that she was sick but she didn't think she could blame it entirely on the chips.

Rose had been lying on the floor of the bathroom for a few minutes, her stomach churning and the noises making their way to the lower region of her belly (great, like she really needed that too) when she heard a knock on the bathroom door. Knock, knock, knock…..it was so loud as her head pounded.

"Rose?" the doctor's voice came hesitantly through the door. "Rose? Are you okay? You….uh….rushed off rather quickly."

"Feeling…..a bit off….."Rose muttered, holding her stomach.

"Are you sick?" the doctor asked a bit uneasily.

"Yeah…..I suppose" Rose said tiredly. She didn't really want to admit it; that made it final. But she did want him to take her home.

"Can I…come in? Are you….decent?" he asked.

Rose muttered incoherently; she just wanted to sleep. She wasn't sure if she was going to explode or pass out first. The door finally opened slowly after a minuet and the doctor poked his head in. "Rose…..are you okay?" he asked as he looked down at her in alarm.

"You're the doctor….you tell me" Rose said sarcastically. He stomach rolled painfully and she feared that she was going to have to send him out. The doctor crouched down beside Rose. "I'm guessing no picnic today then?" he asked jokingly. When he saw Rose wasn't laughing his face fell. "Okay then….what can I do for you?" he asked.

If she didn't feel so terrible then she would have laughed at the fact that the doctor was so clueless about illness. "Take me home?" Rose asked.

"Home it is" The doctor said, giving her a brief smile. To Rose's surprise, the doctor put his arms under her and lifted her into the air, carrying her out of the bathroom and down the hallway. She was surprised but she wasn't complaining; she laid her hot head against the coolness of his leather jacket, feeling dizzy. He pushed an unfamiliar door open and walked into a bedroom; presumably his bedroom. He laid her down on the bed gently and said, "Okay….London it is….right away. I'll try to see if she'll go a little easier on you this go around. You just relax" he said with a smile before dashing out the door of the bedroom. Rose lay back on the pillow; it smelled very familiar. Very much like the doctor….and she was asleep before they even landed again.