Dreams

Spoilers: directly after "school reunion"

A/N: just a little something I came up with. Oh, and if you want me to continue, I need reviews!

Chapter one: I love you

Rose awoke from her dream and sat up. She knew what her dream had been trying to tell her and she wasn't about to deny it.

She pushed the covers back and stepped onto the cold floor. She looked at the clock on her bedside table: 02:14.

Rose stood up and walked towards the door.

She paused at her dressing gown, thrown over the back of a chair. She decided against it; it was warm enough.

So Rose opened the door and made her way down the hall in her tank top and shorts.

She finally found the right door, and considering how big the TARDIS is, she was lucky it hadn't taken her all night. She pushed it open as quietly as she could. Rose stuck her head through and peered into the room.

On the right wall was a dark wood wardrobe, one door open, revealing some casual clothes on hangers.

Opposite, on the left wall, was a chest of drawers in the same dark wood, and a desk, scattered with papers and notes, some written in a funny language she guessed was Gallifrien (A/N :I think I've spelt it right!).

In front of her was a four poster double bed, with red covers. In the middle of the bed, sleeping peacefully was the Doctor.

Rose crept into the room, closing the door behind her. She tip-toed over to the bed and pulled back the covers. She slid into the bed and watched the Doctor's back, before he turned over to face her. He moaned in his sleep and Rose tried not to giggle.

The Doctor opened his eyes sleepily; saw Rose, then snapped them open.

"Rose!" the Doctor cried. "What…why are you here… in my bed?"

"Oh" Rose said, trying to look sleepy. "I had a bad dream." This was not exactly true as such. In fact, it was the best dream Rose had ever had in her opinion. "I didn't want to be alone." She looked up at the Doctor, a look on her face which just screamed I'm innocent, honest!

The Doctor had an internal battle between his brain and the rest of his body. He said, "Well, if you really don't want to be on your own, then…" he paused, trying to look like it was a great sacrifice. "Then you can stay."

Rose grinned and snuggled up to him. The Doctor was surprised for a moment, but then was greatly pleased with himself. He placed an arm around her bare shoulders while her head rested over one of his hearts.

Rose lay awake for a while, reflecting on how well the plan had worked, before drifting into slumber. The Doctor however, just couldn't believe his luck. He lay awake for quite some time, wondering whether it would be different between them; both of them had had bad dreams before but neither of them had bothered to wake the other. He pondered on whether this meant she really liked him. Was she going to act differently? How differently? Almost the only reason that kept him from telling her how he really felt was the fact that he would miss her being Rose, his companion in time travel; instead of being another broken heart.

A few hours later, Rose awoke. It took her a moment to remember why she had the Doctor's arm draped around her shoulders. She smiled to herself. She thought of how she was going to explain this one to him when he woke up. Then Rose had an idea: leave. Then she wouldn't have to come up with some other lie. She already had a suspicion that he could read her mind; any time a dirty thought popped into her head including the Doctor, herself and a whole lot of chocolate, a sly smile crept across the Doctor's face. Rose didn't like it one bit.

Rose lifted her head. The Doctor didn't move. She untangled herself from him and the covers, and slide across to the edge of the bed. She stood up and looked back at the sleeping Doctor.

"I love you" she whispered in his ear, before turning and leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

The Doctor opened his eyes and looked at the door, where Rose had been just a few seconds ago.