Doctor who.. fanfiction.. written off of the top of my head..
After "the girl in the fireplace"!
TARDIS life was amazing. Almost always, for the Doctor and Rose Tyler.
Almost doesn't really work in the context of what I'm trying to explain.
It's amazing. Apart from really tough days.
For Rose, 'tough days' mean, the days where she just wants to tell him. When she longs for him to hold her, but it feels like he's trying to avoid doing exactly that. When she feels like she could've done more to help on that particular occasion.
For the Doctor, it's when he feels he cant keep her safe. When he feels like he could've done more. To stop someone getting hurt. And he feels, if any of those two things were combined... when she got hurt when he couldn't be there to keep her safe, his hearts would break.
Rose thought the Doctor felt the same way, before they (The Doctor and Rose -and of course Mickey, who tagged along for his first adventure in the TARDIS) met Reinette, better known as the famous Madame De Pompadour.
Rose was lying awake in her bedroom in the TARDIS, she fidgeted and struggled to sleep for what felt like half the night before she finally realised she should just try to talk to the Doctor about what was nagging away at her mind.
The Doctor was tinkering with the controls in the console room, when he heard Rose enter the room he looked up, with an adorably curious look on his face.
She wondered when she would stop falling in love with him, and just be in love with him.
"What's up?", he asked finally, and Rose had realised she'd just been staring at him for about a minute.
"Well, I... I... Just couldn't sleep," She settled for, not being able to bring herself to tell him what she was really thinking:
"Would you really have left us there forever? Did you know you were going to be stuck? Would you have been happier with her?" And of course the one question she dare not ask, "Were you in love with her?".
She didn't and wouldn't say any of those things, mostly because she thought she couldn't bare the answers, and she didn't want to have to make him answer those questions anyway. She didn't want to ruin their friendship.
"Ah, well I've got the perfect solution for that! Hot chocolate, with them cute little mini marshmallows! Who would've thought it, Rose? Mini Marshmallows, as if normal sized marshmallows weren't clever enough, But mini marshmallows? Tell you what, Humans come up with some amazing ideas!"
All she could do was laugh, he was rambling again, he was the best at having a conversation without actually saying SOMETHING. But, the thing is, he knew why she couldn't sleep. He'd known Rose's feelings for a while, he'd thought about his feelings for a while too. But, he couldn't admit or deny anything. Because, even though he was a genius, he was brilliant, had defeated the scariest creatures, and could read people like a book.. he didn't know what 'The Doctor and Rose' really were, were they JUST best friends... or were they more?
He knew they were best friends. They said that on numerous occasions, but it didn't really sum them up.
They loved each other, but weren't sure in quite what way.
Rose and The Doctor sat in the lounge drinking their hot chocolate's.
The Doctor rambling about his theories on what he thinks happened to The lost moon of Poosh, and Rose not really concentrating, sipping at her chocolate nonchalantly.