Alright, so I'm getting slightly less rubbish at writing and I think I'm going to have a go at it again. I'd like to credit the blog for my inspiration for this fic and most of the others. They post these little prompts like "imagine your otp ice skating" or "imagine person A throwing a surprise party for person B" and I loved so many of them I copied and pasted them into a word document and I will eventually get around to writing a chapter based off all of them.

The prompt for this story: Imagine Person A of your OTP has to go on a business related trip and is miles away from Person B. Unable to cope with the distance, Person A wakes in the middle of the night to call Person B just so Person A can hear the sound of Person B's voice. Person A knows it's the only way they'll be able to get back to sleep.
Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who, I'd be rich. I am not rich. Therefore, I do not own Doctor Who.


Rose thrashed under the sheets and sighed, flicking her eyes open to look at the clock once more. The numbers 1:43 briefly blazed across her vision before she groaned and pulled the covers up over her head once more. She shouldn't be up this late. She had to get up early tomorrow morning if she wanted to get any baking done before her mum's party, and it would be a pretty rubbish birthday without a cake. But there was no way she was getting any sleep like this. She missed the Doctor so badly. "Just one week alone with my only daughter", that's all her mum said she wanted for her birthday, but one week was turning out to be such a long time. It was only day two now, and Rose was already driven mad with the redundancy of life on the estate. The biggest thing to happen since she last left was Sharon Larson's wedding, which took place overnight in Vegas and was, according to her mum, the scandal of the year. Rose found the whole thing quite dull. There were species dying out there, stars expanding and planets on the brink of collapse, but instead she was here, listening to her mother rave on about the season finale of EastEnders for the fifth time this week. Life with the Doctor was never boring. It was running and ducking and crashing and explosions and it never stood still, not for one moment. It grew on her; it became the only way she wanted to live. Being stuck here was about the equivalent of being dead.

Oh, and she missed the Doctor. Like, really missed him. It was kind of embarrassing, how dependent she was on him, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. It was the dawn of her third day without hearing his voice, feeling his arms around her, watching his face split into a smile so big she swore it was brighter than a star. She couldn't remember the last time they'd been separated for more than a night. Even when they did occasionally come to stay on Earth, he stayed with her and they all went to a museum or a movie and then in a couple of days, they were gone. But not this time. Her mum had made it very clear this was a mother and daughter girls week and she didn't want to see hind nor tail of the Doctor until he came to pick Rose up.

She was especially starting to miss his rambling. She loved his voice; she would honestly be content to just lie there and let the Doctor talk her to sleep. He was so expressive with it, too. Rose could tell exactly what was going on in his head just by the voice he used. When he was teasing her, he spoke quick and low and he had this obnoxious (adorable) smirk on his face. When he was thinking, he paced and muttered and shouted occasionally, eyebrows furled, hands curled in hair, and words spilling out of him so fast Rose couldn't even tell what was what. But when he was serious, he gained this intensity that made her understand why they called him the Oncoming Storm. There was a passion in his voice, a fire like that of a thousand suns, and his low, threatening growl just rolled off his lips so naturally and…

Okay. That was it. She couldn't take this any longer. She was calling him.

She flung off the covers and scooped up her phone from the bedside table. She dialed the number for the TARDIS and leaned by the window while it rang one, two, three times.

"Rose Tyler!" The Doctor's exuberant voice answered.

She grinned. "Hey."

"Hey. Isn't it a little late for you to be up?"

"Yeah. Well…I missed you." she admitted shyly, toying with the hem of her nightshirt. "It's so boring around here. I don't think I can take another day of this."

"Do you want me to pick you up?" Ah. There it was. The serious voice. The concerned for Rose voice.

She shook her head, even though he couldn't see it. "Nah. I promised mum a week, and that's exactly what I'm gonna give her." She sighed. "I wish you were here, though."

"I could pop over for a visit."

She giggled. "No, you couldn't. You'd wake mum, and I would never hear the end of how I was such a horrible daughter for having a midnight rendezvous with my boyfriend on my poor, neglected mother's birthday."

"Your poor, neglected mother gets you all to herself for a whole week! And I am not your boyfriend!"

Rose laughed into her hand. "You try telling her that! She's convinced that we're up to something!" She paused for a few moments while their giggles died down. "I…I do miss you, though."

"I miss you too. It's a lot quieter around here. I've even considered taking Jack for a trip, just to ease the silence!"

"You'd go nuts." she snickered, thinking about the Doctor and Jack alone for the remainder of the week.

"Better than listening to nothing but the TARDIS nagging me all day!" The Doctor chuckled. "Listen, Rose, just think about this. In only five days, I'll swing by to pick you up, and I'll have a fresh list of amazing places to visit. Zambro Anetti, the seventh moon of Raxilon Five, Melissa Majora! Oh, you'll love it. Ooh, that reminds me, I've also got a list of people we need to visit. Rose Tyler, would you fancy taking a trip to meet Sherlock Holmes?"
"Sherlock Holmes? Like the actual Sherlock Holmes?"

"Yeah!"

"So he was real?"

"Pffft! Oh, Rose, of course he was real! You didn't think Arthur Conan Doyle pulled that all out of his hat, did you?" He grinned. "Or maybe you'd rather go see…Casanova!" He froze for an instant. "Err, actually, no. Casanova, bad idea."

"Why?"

"Because you're…you and he's him and…" He sighed. "I think we should just stick with Sherlock Holmes. You know, interesting story about Sherlock Holmes, his amazing capabilities of deduction are actually caused by mixed genes which…"

Rose smiled. This was what she was talking about. Her Doctor, her wonderful, beautiful, crazy Doctor, carrying on about how Sherlock Holmes was half alien. Satisfied and happy, she crawled into bed with her phone on speaker and patiently listened to his lecture.

Thirty minutes later, when the Doctor had concluded his story, he said "But really, it wasn't a malfunction at all, just a Judoon prank calling us!" He waited for the laughter on the other end, but all he heard was silence. "Rose?" he said. "You still there?"

There was a slight shuffling noise and a sleepy voice murmured "Yeah. I'm still here. Hey, listen, I'm kind of tired, so…" Here she was interrupted by a yawn. "I think I'll go to bed now. Thanks for talking to me."

His smile faltered. She was going already? But he had so much left to tell her. "My pleasure." He swallowed. "And…Rose…remember…I get lonely too, so call whenever you like. Honestly. Whenever."

She smiled. "Will do. Thanks. Talk to you later.

"Yeah. Talk to you later." Dejectedly, he placed the phone back on the console and slowly headed back to his room. The TARDIS offered a consoling hum. Just remember what you told her. Five days and then Zambro Anetti and Melissa Majora and Sherlock Holmes.

"I know." he mumbled as he sat down heavily on his bed. "But that's five days. Can I wait that long?" He groaned and flopped back onto his bed. "I love you, Rose Tyler." he confessed to the ceiling. "Problem is, I love you too much."