My first attempt at a Doctor Who fanfic. I have goosebumps.

As another author put it, With so many 11/Amy fics going around, we need some more 10/Rose ones to equal it out. And it doesn't hurt that I'm a rabid shipper of that pairing.

And yes, I know, very short. But what can I say? I have Writer's Block.

Donna woke suddenly, without any clear reason. She stayed still in the darkness for a few moments and thought about trying to go back to sleep. Dismissing the option and choosing 'find the skinny alien and ask what's wrong', she sat up and pushed back her thick duvet.

Instantly the cold hit her and raised goosebumps on her skin. Since the TARDIS was usually quite warm, Donna took to wearing t-shirts and pants to bed, something she cursed right now. Was the ship's heating broken? Could that even happen?
Shivering, Donna reverted to her original plan: 'find the skinny alien and ask him what's wrong', then added 'and throttle him until he fixes the bloody temperature'.

After pulling on a jacket, she made her way to the console room where she was sure she'd find the Doctor fixing something or rather in his ship's wiring or whatever he did instead of sleeping. If she found out that he'd cut the wrong wire and turned the TARDIS into a walk in freezer, she was going to murder his skinny behind.

She made it to the console room (after going back and putting on socks) and entered in full alien-slapper mode. She opened her mouth to give a loud "OIY!" –

- and stopped in her tracks, face softening. The Doctor lay on the floor of the room, half hidden underneath the console, fast asleep.

Donna had never known the Doctor to sleep. She had assumed that a lack of need for sleep came with being Lord-y with Time, seeing as how he was always awake when she went to bed and woke up, but apparently not. She smiled. He just looked so… peaceful.

As if to spite her, the Doctor suddenly scrunched up his face and muttered something unintelligible that sounded as if it was a different language. But the TARDIS translated all languages… she must have misheard. She crept closer.

"I'm so sorry."

The voice was so clear that Donna started guiltily before realizing the words. The Doctor was still asleep. Did Time Lords dream? Tonight was full of new revelations, it seemed.

The Doctor mumbled something, then said, "Go away Ricky! Just 'cos Rose likes me better…" He gave a snore and settled into silence again.

Donna stared. Rose? His friend who he lost?

"Jack, don't kiss Rose," the Doctor muttered. "That's my job. And don't kiss me, either."

Donna smothered a giggle. She would very much like to meet this Jack and find out whether he had actually kissed both the Doctor and his companion. Then she realized what else the Doctor had said and gave a smile. So there had been something between Rose and him.

"Ricky, put…" he Doctor gave a comical grimace. "Don't hurt the bananas!"

Donna snorted. What was with him and bananas?

"Rose, watch out! A pear! A PEAR!" the Doctor screamed, his eyes wrenching open. He sat up suddenly, wacked his head on the console and slumped back down again, soundly unconscious.

A bemused Donna looked on, decided that he could work himself out, and went back to bed.