Rose Tyler was angry. Angrier than she had been in months. Angrier than the Doctor ever had seen her, and he had no clue why.

Of course, she thought it was obvious and refused to tell him, so the Doctor tried to appease her and take her too any place she ever wanted to go. He took her to a planet of crystal, the first Olympics, and even to Clom to ease her curiosity about the simple planet. But still she was mad.

Rose wasn't quite sure why she was mad, considering she had no right to be. Perhaps frustrated was more of the appropriate word to use. Frustrated that the Doctor ignore every ounce of sexual tension between them, any hint of something more than a friendship, every time they were a little too close for "just friends", ever hug that lasted to long, and every unessicary hand holding done. To say the least, Rose Tyler was frustrated.

Had she done something? She thought the Doctor liked her at the least, he gave her everything. And even just the way he looked at her made her go crazy. Ugh, why her? Why give her a time traveling space alien, a brilliant man really, who can't even take a hint at anything?

Rose tried dropping him clues, wearing her shirt just a little too low, her skirts a little too short. Even once she came out in a towel claiming she needed to get something before she put on clothes, yet the Doctor didn't even give her a second glance.

Or so Rose thought.

The truth was, every time Rose's shirt was a little low or skirt too short he went berserk and couldn't even look at her without wanting to take her right then and there. To slam her up the TARDIS console and have her once and for all, and just hope the TARDIS wouldn't explode as he did. But that one time Rose came out in the towel? If she was in the room for another minute he would have attacked her.

The Doctor didn't want to face the fact that he wanted Rose Tyler in every sense and in every way (not to mention every position and every day). He couldn't love her. He wouldn't although he did, he couldn't help but have his hearts stop every time she walked into a room because she was breathtaking. The Doctor would burn up a sun for her, he'd rip apart the universe for her, he'd do anything for her, but what if one day she didn't make it out on one of those adventures? What if the crazy ood had gotten her on the planet orbiting the black hole? What if she never got her face back and he was stuck with a faceless Rose Tyler? What if, on their very first adventure, he didn't get that door open fast enough and she burned to death as they watched the earth die? What if, what if, what if.

The Doctor knew it was the only thing holding him back. If she could live forever, if she was a Time Lord, he'd love her already. He'd probably be holding her right now kissing her if she could live. But she couldn't, and he could.

Just as the Doctor began to become lost in his Rose fantasies, she came walking into the control room with jeans and a very low cut shirt. He only glanced at her when he decided he couldn't take enough and turned back to the controls.

"Where to, Miss Tyler?" The Doctor smiled cheerfully at her, as he played with some controls. It probably looked useful and fancy to her but to him? He was just raising and lowering the heat. "There's a planet where it's all trampolines! Everything! They even give you free socks if you go! What do you say? Free socks, could always use another pair of socks."

Rose wasn't sure she wanted to continue to be angry at him as she had in her room, or forgive him and smile. His smile was so brilliant the choice was mad for her as her lips rose. "Fantastic,"

He began to pull buttons and then grabbed her hand. "Allons-y!"

The TARDIS whooshed and tumbled around violently, which made the Doctor frown. It wasn't supposed to do that, not right now anyways. He became even more upset when Rose fell and grumbled in pain. He couldn't even help her or he'd fall on top of her and crush her.

When the TARDIS landed he ignored Rose, which earned him a swear from her, and immediately went to open the door. It wasn't a planet full of trampolines, wasn't even somewhere remotely fun. It was the planet of Weeping Trees.

The planet was beautiful, one of the most beautiful planets, but was depressingly sad. The sky was a light blue, the grass a grey blue and the trees a shade lighter than the grass. It was all so wonderfully beautiful, except those trees were people who were dead and gone.

This planet was found to basically be magic. People, monsters, aliens, came from all across the universe to bury their dead in the hopes they would come back to life someday. And that's what the planet did, it brought one of every million living organisms back to life, and the rest it turned into these moving trees. Basically they looked acted just like the dead after a hundred years, except were a grey blue and made of bark.

It was a bittersweet planet, and he didn't even get the chance to tell Rose not to go outside when she walked right past him and smiled.

"Well not trampolines but blimey it's beautiful!" Rose smiled and twirled around happily. It wasn't a happy place really, but he wouldn't tell her that.

The trees couldn't move when people were looking, much like weeping angels except they didn't kill you. Every time someone set foot on this planet the people, aliens, living on this planet had to freeze and become just a tree again. They lived, but they could never see their family again unless they were chosen to be brought back.

"Where are we Doctor?"

"The Planet of the Weeping Trees," He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked towards her. "People bury the dead here, no on actually lives here. Pretty safe usually."

Rose frowned and burrowed her eye brows together. She didn't like the fact she was basically walking on dead people –things, monsters, aliens- made her sad. "Usually?"

"Well if they're not buried deep enough, if they died of a disease you can catch it simply by walking over their grave. Usually doesn't happen though."

Rose's eyes widened and were obviously trying to find a way to somehow float above the ground. She stood on her tippy toes and started to look worried. "Aren't you concerned? What if you catch some Time Lord disease and…"

"It rarely happens Rose. Most people buried here are from tragic accidents. Like wars, or getting hit by a ship when landing. And even if everyone on this planet had a disease, what are the chances it's compatible with us? I don't get colds but you do, you can't catch most of my sicknesses because you're immune. It's a one in a-"

The Doctor didn't finish because he fell to the floor and fainted.

"Doctor!" Rose fell to her knees and tried to wake him up. "Doctor, time to wake up now,"

He wouldn't budge.

Rose didn't know what to do so she began to drag him back to the TARDIS. It was only 15 feet away, but he was much heavier than he looked. She tried pulling him by his arm, then both his arms, then his feet and eventually decided grabbing his armpits and pulling him was the most successful. She dragged him up the small ramp onto the middle of the console room, the door shutting behind her.

"Come on Doctor, wake up." Rose pulled his head onto her lap and kissed his forehead. He seemed much cooler than usual, and Time Lords usually had a lower body temperature than humans. She tried shaking him and hugging him and even kissed him to see if the shock would wake him and nothing happened until about a half an hour later when he shot straight up into her forehead.

"Perhaps those chances were a bit higher, Gallifreyean flu. Very different from your flu, makes you delusional. Get colder, not hotter. You're more likely to freeze to death than to become over heated. Head gets a bit wacky you know. Wait, who are you? Who am I? What happened to my TARDIS? Why am I wearing this suit, and these shoes? And I don't even know who you are but you are dashingly beautiful. Do you know were Susan is? Can't seem to find her. What time are we in? Planet? Are we on Clom? I love Clom. We should go to see the year five billion you know, earth dies. Fun, or maybe I already did that. Did I-"

Rose slammed her hand over his mouth to make him to babbling on like a mad man. "Doctor, I think you're sick."