He stood in the doorway of his room and looked at his bed.
Rose Tyler was asleep in his bed.
Her, with her yellow hair spread out on his pillow and her pink body was twisted in the sheets. It was torture, not mercy, now his bed would smell of her.
He tried to reason with himself, he had three options. Option one: wake her (not a very appealing proposition). Option two: leave, and let her sleep (again, not appealing). Option three: (his favorite, by far) change and crawl into bed beside her.
He knew he should decide what he was going to do about... this, but she was completely distracting. Especially as she stirred slightly and murmured, "Doctor..."
He froze.
She let out a soft, airy breath, but stilled.
He was tired. He hadn't had- what silly human's called- a good night's sleep in a month. Just an hour's kip here and there in the captain's chair.
How long had Rose been with him? Twenty-two days, twelve hours, an forty-seven minutes.
This was his last thought before the girl- once asleep in his bed- opened her eyes and regarded him with curiosity.
"Doctor? What are you doing?"
Short and sweet. Two chapters today, more to come later! And don't worry, I haven't abandoned my other fics, this is just some anti-writer's block-age. As always, I don't own Doctor Who, there would be some MAJOR changes if I did. And I would love to hear what you think! Remember, every time you don't review a puppy dies. ~JAS
