Disclaimer: The BBC owns all things Doctor Who except Daleks that belong to Terry Nation. The song is Perfekte Welle by Juli and the translation comes from Colm Smyth's Weblog.

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Rose yawned and grinned at him, her arms laying at her waist on top of the blankets.

"What? No lullaby?" He grinned and rolled his eyes.

"You humans and your comforts." He paused as she looked at him like a wounded puppy. "Oh alright, only 'cos it's you." She grinned triumphantly and wiggled further under her covers. He opened his mouth and began to sing in a husky voice.

"Du stellst dich in den Sturm und schreist,
ich bin hier ich bin frei,
alles was ich will ist Zeit,
ich bin hier ich bin frei,
Du stellst dich in den Sturm und schreist,
ich bin hier ich bin frei,
ich bin hier ich bin frei.
Das ist die perfekte Welle."

She looked at him wide eyed as he paused for breath.

"What was that? Gallifreyan?" He looked at her scornfully.

"No, you illiterate ape," he said teasingly. "That's German."

"So why the heck are you singing in German?" He shrugged.

"'Cos I can. Now shut up and listen, I don't sing for every blonde Londoner you know." She grinned and offered him her hand.

"You're just doin' it 'cos you know I'm worth it." He rolled his eyes but continued.

"You stand in the storm and cry,
I am here, I am free,
all that I want is time,
I am here, I am free,
You stand in the storm and scream,
I am here, I am free
I am here, I am free.
That is the perfect wave."

He looked down at her for her response and smiled softly. Her eyelids were closed and her breathing had slowed. He unwound his hand from hers and dropped it slowly to her side before standing up.

"It's very much like you." Rose whispered groggily. "I am here, I am free." Her voice dropped off as she fell asleep. He looked at the floor and swallowed, allowing a tear flow down his face. Slowly he straightened up, took one more look at Rose as she lay peacefully on the bed and opened the door quietly.

Rose peeked through her eyelashes as the Doctor left. She smiled contentedly and closed her eyes. It wasn't long at all before she'd slipped into the world of dreams.

It was dark, her surroundings were blurry. She shook her head to try and clear her vision and glanced around her. It was London, and there were planes flying through the air, explosions occurring constantly below her and in the air. Below her. She gasped and noticed the strain on her arms above her. She was hanging from the barrage balloon during the blitz thousands of meters from the ground.

She gulped and twisted slightly as an explosion erupted somewhere nearby. A plane whizzed past quickly and she lost her grip on the balloon and began to fall. Her heart started to pound fast. This was when Jack caught her. It was all going to be alright, it was going to be fine. Her heart sank as she realised that this time Jack wasn't going to be there to help her. She began to tear slightly as the updraft pulled against her eyes as she fell faster and faster to the ground. She braced herself as the earth approached and moments later she found herself on solid ground.

She looked around her amazed. She was alive. She sighed, relieved, and stood before leaning over and being sick on the ground. She groaned and looked around her. There was a sudden pounding somewhere behind her. It had to be the Doctor!

"Doctor?" She cried loudly. "Doctor, help! Please, somebody help me!" She waited anxiously for the response as she looked around wildly. There was no one there. Suddenly there was a response.

"Rose?" It was him. She looked around again to find him. "Rose, where are you?"

"Help! Someone please help me! Please…help…" She flailed about as she walked toward the sound of his voice, ending at a brick wall. He had to be behind it. She tried again to try and contact him.

"Rose!" His voice was getting weaker and weaker. Suddenly there was no more sound from behind the wall and she fell to the ground in tears.

Her ears picked up another sound, this time from the left of her. Out of the shadows emerged a small boy wearing a gas mask. He had blonde hair and leather boots. She gasped and tried to make herself flatter against the wall.

"No. Please, no!" He looked at her curiously and reached out his hand. She knew what he was going to say and braced herself for his contact.

"Exterminate?"

Rose looked around herself wildly. The walls were shadowed but pink, and she was laying in now saturated bed clothes. She sat up using her elbows and groaned. It had all been a dream.

"Right," she muttered to herself. "That's the last time the Doctor ever sings to me in German."

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