Just an idea that popped into my head that I had to write down. Enjoy!

Rose opened her eyes. It took her a moment to recognize her surroundings, and she blinked a few times, rubbed her eyes and yawned. Apparently she had fallen asleep in the movie room. She was covered in a fluffy TARDIS-blue blanket, probably courtesy of the Doctor.

Rose looked over at the clock on the coffee table. 8:23. A bit early, but there was no point going back to sleep now. She stretched, got up and went to take a shower. The water was warm and only under the strong stream did she finally wake up completely. When she stepped out she got dressed, picking out dark blue jeans and a red sweater from her endless wardrobe the TARDIS had so kindly provided her. Then she went to look for the Doctor.

Rose wasn't usually up at this hour, so she had no idea what the Doctor would be doing. Certainly not sleeping. The Doctor almost never slept. He preferred to spend his time tinkering with some part of the TARDIS that usually wasn't even broken.

Rose stopped in the kitchen to get herself a cup of tea, and then walked over to the console room. Not there. She checked the library. Not there either. This will be a long morning, she thought.

After looking through seventeen workrooms, eight labs, two swimming pools, the Hat Room, three gyms (which were completely useless. Never in her two years with the Doctor had she seen him work out), and saying hi to Billy the Lakertyan (who was staying with them temporarily until he worked out the problems with his wife), it was two hours later, and the Doctor was still no-where to be seen. She concluded that he must have gone outside.

Rose went back to the console room and opened the door. Space surrounded her. The deepest black in existence dotted with twinkling white. The closest planet must have been light-years away. Not out, then. She closed the door.

It suddenly occurred to her that the Time Lord might be in his room. He was almost never there, but it was a possibility. She walked down the hall and stopped outside his door. It was closed, which was odd. It was never closed. She rapped on it softly.

"Doctor? You in there?" She asked. No response.

She tried the door. It wasn't locked, so she opened it quietly and stepped inside.

It took her a moment to spot the Doctor's legs behind the bed. Panic engulfed her. She rushed over to him and knelt by his side, shaking his shoulder gently. He didn't stir. He was laying on his stomach, his head lying on a pile of papers and documents, his glasses still half on him, hands at his sides.

"Doctor! Wake up!" She shook him harder. Suddenly he sat up quickly, reflexively whipping out his sonic screwdriver and pointing it into a random direction. He looked completely disoriented.

"Whah- is everythang okah?" He mumbled.

After her fears faded away as quickly as they appeared, Rose couldn't help but giggle at his appearance.

His hair, if possible, was even messier than usual, defying the laws of gravity and sticking up in different directions. His glasses were perched halfway up his nose, crooked. One of the pages he had been laying on was stuck to his left cheek. A dribble of spit was dried at the side of his mouth, and his eyes were only half open.

The Doctor smacked his lips sleepily, blinked a few times, and then leaned his back against the wall and fell asleep again, snoring softly.

Rose woke him up again.

"Wake up, sleepy-head." She said, laughing, and peeled the piece of paper off of his face. The Doctor barely opened his eyes. He groaned, and then turned to his side, his hands folded next to his cheek as a cushion.

"Just a few more minutes, mommy." He murmured into the wall and resumed his snoring. Rose was now shaking with laughter. Who new Time Lords could be so sleepy?

"Well'n, at least let get in bed." She said after catching her breath. He didn't budge.

"Allright," She sighed, and put her hands on her hips, looking down at the Doctor's limp form. "I can do this myself."

She dragged the Doctor away from the wall and closer to the bed, and took off his jacket to give her a better range of motion. Then, she leaned his back against the bed, got on the bed and dragged him up. Once his butt was on the bed it was easier. His legs dangled from the side, and she pulled them up and took off his shoes. Throughout the whole procedure, which took more than fifteen minutes, the Doctor had not even twitched.

"Talk about heavy sleepers." Rose muttered. She flopped down on the bed, exhausted. After a few minutes of cooling down, she sat back up, deciding it would be, even though convenient and most definitely comfortable, completely inappropriate to sleep next to him.

She leaned over to the Doctor, couldn't help herself and smoothed down his hair. He looked so peaceful. For once, no-worry lines were visible on his forehead. For the moment, he wasn't expected to save some alien planet or sacrifice anything for other people's sake. He was completely at rest. Rose kissed his forehead.

The Doctor must have noticed this, because suddenly he grabbed her arm and wrapped his arms around it, burying his head in the pillow. Rose tried to free her hand without waking him and failed.

"Doctor," She whispered. "I need my hand back"

The Doctor mumbled something into the pillow.

"I can't understand what you're saying with your head buried in your pillow, you know."

The Doctor turned his head ever-so-slightly, and now his words were more audible.

"Stay," He muttered.

Rose smiled. She could not object to a request like this. So she lay down next to him, sharing his pillow, enjoying his peacefulness and stroking his hair. It was a rare sight, and she wanted to savior it, but she was quite tired herself. Her eyelids drooped and became heavier. She moved the hand that had stroked the Doctor's hair to his chest.

She soon fell asleep to the rhythm of his hearts, beating in time with her own.

A/N: I would love it if you gave me a prompt. This will probably turn into a collection of oneshots that have no place anywhere else, so feel free to go wild! You can request for it to not necessarily be about Ten/Rose. If you review I guarantee that next morning a suspicious looking blue police box will be standing in your back-yard, and a skinny british guy with crazy hair will offer you to see the stars.