The next morning found the Doctor sleeping with Rose in his arms. Her head rested on his shoulder and she unwittingly clung to the arm that held her still. But her conciseness began to return in the form of a pounding headache. She groaned and gingerly touched her head. This noise and movement woke the Doctor.
"Head hurt?" he inquired.
"Like hell," she mumbled, which made him smile and try to put the night's events out of his own mind.
"You're most likely going to have an awful hangover. Why don't you try to sleep it off?"
Rose let her eyes flutter open and take in her surroundings. Her mind began to clear.
And inquire.
"Why am I-? What am I-? Why are we-OH MY GOSH!"
Ignoring her throbbing head, Rose sat up and vaulted off the bed they were sharing. The memories flooded back and her face as stricken.
"Rose, no wait!" the Doctor sat up and reached for her, but Rose had run into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her.
"Rose," he approached the door. Muffled sobs greeted him.
"Rose, please-"
"J-just leave me alone," her voice was raw with tears, "Okay?"
He set his forehead on the door, "okay," he whispered and, a moment later, walked away.
Rose curled up on the floor and cried. He must think her a stupid human who couldn't handle alcohol. He must be completely repulsed be her.
Of course, she reasoned with herself, he'd never say that to her face, he'd just think it in the far reaches of his mind.
Why had she been so stupid?
Stupid to think he'd love her. Well, if he had any inkling of love, it was gone now. Especially after what happened last night.
I don't own Doctor Who. Please review. Oh, yeah, and if this doesn't make any sense it will after reading more chapters. Jedi Annie Scrambler