A/N: Bloody ages ago I was asked for a Rose whump. I can only apologise that it's taken so long. :o

This is my answer to the series 7 episode - it could have been so much more! I usually count the Eighth Doctor movie in canon, but for this I'm not, for the very same reason.

This is part one. I have no idea how many parts there are. This is a posting-in-the-knowledge-I-will-have-to-post-more- soon sort of story. I'm flawless like that.

Part One

Sundays were the day nothing happened, or so the Doctor said. It was the day that he and Rose just lounged around on the TARDIS all day, wasting time and doing their own thing. It had a been a quiet Sunday morning in the TARDIS. Rose had woken up at 10am, had a shower, got dressed, did her make up and went straight into the kitchen. There she had found the Doctor had already cooked her breakfast with a cup of tea primed and ready to go – one sugar and a dash of milk, just how she liked it.

Then they had gone their separate ways to do their own things, as per usual. Rose had elected to go and watch a film whilst the Doctor went straight to the library to read an encyclopedia on the malformation of atomic structures – or something like that, she presumed.

She was halfway through the second Bridget Jones' Diary when the entire TARDIS suddenly juddered, just a little. She looked up immediately, frowning.

Silent seconds ticked by.

She gave a mental shrug, and turned her attention back to the film just in time for the TARDIS to massively jolt, nearly sending her into the table and her popcorn about three foot in the air. Then the lights blacked out, the TV died and Rose Tyler was cast into complete darkness.

She managed to right herself, standing up precariously and holding onto the sofa.

"... Doctor?" she yelled.

Within moments the emergency lights came up, bathing the room in a dull red glow.

"Rose? Come to the console room," the Doctor's voice came from somewhere above.

She was up and out the door in a flash, down the corridor and into the console room where the Doctor was busy using a fire extinguisher on a small fire licking up through one of the floor grates.

"What happened!?" Rose yelled over the sound of a loud, ominous-sounding bell ringing out.

"It's under control!" the Doctor assured her.

Seconds later the very thing he was extinguishing exploded. Rose Tyler only just managed to hold onto the console as the TARDIS rather abruptly, surprisingly and rudely did a complete flip – leaving her and the Doctor like guinea pigs stranded in a hurricane.

The Doctor dived to her immediately, getting an arm around her to hold her in place against him as they both hung on for their lives, screaming. Once the TARDIS righted herself she threw them the other way, before badly shaking as though clutched by a energetic baby with a rattle. She then turned upside-down, back the right way, until finally she had suddenly stopped, powered down and plunged them into utter darkness.

Then, there was silence.

"Well, that shouldn't have happened," the Doctor muttered, pulling away from her. "You all right?"

"Yeah. What was that?" she asked, keeping a hand on his arm as she couldn't see a thing in the abject blackness.

"No idea," he confessed.

"Were you messin' around under the console again?"

"No..." he replied, and even without seeing his face she knew he was lying, and he knew that she knew he was lying, so just cleared his throat awkwardly. "Err, no, it's nothing to do with that. If I could fire the auxiliaries then I could scan..."

The emergency lights flashed up again, and within nanoseconds he was bouncing around the console to the monitor.

"Oh, my beautiful ship, well done!" he praised the TARDIS, patting the central column enthusiastically. "Now what's wrong, eh? Lemme know."

Rose rolled her eyes a little and sat back against the console, folding her arms as the Doctor continued to stroke and mutter to his beloved time machine.

"Ah!" he suddenly yelled, hitting the monitor before he suddenly sagged, hand digging into his face as he stared at the results... "Oh," he finished flatly.

"What?" Rose asked, moving to look but the monitor was filled with utter gibberish to her eyes.

"Something's inside the TARDIS."

"What? What's inside?"

He straightened up to look at her. "Weeds."

"... Weeds in the Tardis?" she repeated, frowning a little.

"Yeah," he said, scratching behind his left ear and pulling a face. "Probably grown right into the intricate parts of the TARDIS. Messing with her systems."

"So we go and zap it, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"So where is it?"

"A little into the depths," he answered. "Thankfully it's not very far in, or we'd probably be splattered across time and space by now. Though without the Tardis to speed us along it's going to be a bit of a walk."

"How long?"

"Probably about nine hours."

Rose stared at him for a while, just trying to imagine that kind of walk. "The Tardis is really big, ain't it?"

"Yep," he replied, popping the p. "Used to be about three times the size, actually. But don't worry, I'll set us up a transmat so we don't have to do the walk back."

She nodded. "Right, better get started then," she said, grabbing his hand. "So where d'you keep the weed killer?"

Eight hours and forty-seven minutes had taken them from the console room to the innermost depths of the complex time machine. The further they went down, the more organic the ship became – turning from a world of metal into a humongous, complex plant. The paths were made of reeds and branches, twisted together like leafy rope. The branches themselves seemed to be moving – pulsating – with every rhythmic, steady thrum beneath Rose's feet.

"Is that like a heartbeat?" Rose wondered.

"Yeah," the Doctor replied, stopping at a turning and digging into his pocket. "The first Heart of the Tardis is about 200 hundred miles below our feet. Oh, if you started to get a little fuzzy-headed let me know."

She quickly checked herself, waving a hand in front of her eyes. Nope, all clear. "I'm fine. Why?"

"The closer you get to the Heart the more distorted things tend to become," he informed her, blinking hard and rubbing his eyes before placing a small blue device on the wall. "Like humans in high altitude."

"For you?" she wondered.

"I'm time sensitive, it comes with the genetics," the Doctor replied, shaking his head and widening his eyes to refocus. It didn't do much to help.

"Well don't go faintin' on me, yeah? Don't think I can carry you back for nine hours," she said seriously.

"I'll try not to," he said, and brought out his sonic. He buzzed around for a moment, and finally rested the point at a nearby narrow opening leading into utter darkness. "It's in there. Follow me."

The Doctor went first, weed killer in hand with Rose a step behind. They advanced together down the path, sticking out branches jabbing Rose more times than she cared to count. There were plenty of vines poking out of the ground around her legs that nearly tripped her up – but the most freaky thing was the way the floor seemed to react to her footsteps, as though ready to rise up and drag her screaming helpless body through the floor at any second...

Just to be safe, she reached forward and grabbed a fistful of the Doctor's jacket.

The tunnel seemed to be getting damper, narrower and blacker with every step. Soon she couldn't even see the Doctor despite the fact she was close enough to feel his body warmth.

After what seemed like forever, the tunnel suddenly seemed to open out and she emerged next to the Doctor, still holding on to him. He took her hand, squeezed it, and she heard him step forward out of her grip. There was a little noise of the Doctor rifling through his pockets, then a click, and a single stream of light shone out...

Before either of them had any time to process what was in the room suddenly something shot out and grabbed the Doctor tightly around his right leg. Rose screamed behind him as whatever it was yanked and slammed him into the ground, sending the torch flying behind him as it started dragging him across the floor...

"Doctor!" Rose shouted, making forward.

He flipped onto his front, waving a hand in desperation. "Get out!" he yelled, slowly being dragged backwards. He tried to grip the roots on the floor, or a wall, or anything that could help, but the more he struggled the more it tightened and more intense the pain; so much so it felt like his leg would snap in half.

More things wrapped around him, enclosing him in. He managed to get an arm into his jacket and pull out the sonic, rolling it desperately in Rose's direction.

"You need to-" he began, but got cut off by something wrapping around his head and mouth.

"Need to what!?" Rose yelled. "Doctor!?"

He couldn't talk any more. Rose was watching the Little Shop of Horrors unfold right in front of her eyes in the single beam of torchlight, horrified as some kind of strange purple alien plant cocooned the Doctor in a mess of vines, consuming him. She had the sonic, so she tried switching it on and waving it around but it did nothing...

Snap!

The Doctor yelped in pain beneath the vines. A bone had just broken.

Rose was panicking, but she had to calm down, take a breath, think rationally...

Then a thought hit her – a blinder right between the eyes. She dived for the torch and clicked it off.

Instantly all the sound and movement stopped. She could hear the Doctor whining quietly, so she threw the torch aside and dropped to the floor, crawling forward and reaching out to try and find him.

"Doctor," she whispered, barely audible. "Where are you?"

"Mmm," he whimpered, muted by the plant.

She found his hand, and got a grip under his arms as she tried to gently pull him out of the weeds – but he was held tightly. She ran her hands blindly to his face, feeling the cold, slimy weeds beneath her palms. She dared to try and peel them off, but they were stuck fast. She considered the sonic in her hand, and decided her best shot, whatever the consequence, was turning it on.

She pressed the tip of the sonic to a vine against his face, and pressed the button.

In a shriek of sonic blue, the weed immediately loosened and recoiled back, but another weed came out to meet the sonic, stabbing her hand and causing her to fumble and drop it. Then instant the sonic turned off the weed shrank back again.

She fumbled blindly for the sonic for a moment, but realised her efforts would be fruitless very quickly. So she forgot the sonic and grabbed the Doctor again, running her hands up to his face.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"I know," he whined.

She wrapped her arms around his chest, and pulled.

The Doctor let out a heart-shattering scream of pain, but he was slowly coming away. The weeds were lashing out at the sound, trying desperately to find the source of the noise. She panicked some more, coiling an arm around him and grabbing his mouth, trying desperately to stop him screaming...

Suddenly the Doctor came away with a ping, causing her to collapse backwards with him still in her arms as he coughed and choked. Without a moment's hesitation, she got up and began to back up, somehow managing to find the entrance they had come through and twisting the Doctor sidewards so he could pass through.

Then there was a click as the torch came on again, hit by one of the vines.

The weed reacted violently; its vines launching out and grabbing both her and the Doctor again. She yelled in pure frustration, pulling the Doctor against the weeds with just as much force as they were giving her. The Doctor was screaming again just inches away from her ears, and it seemed to give her some sort of renewed strength. She increased her pull, the yelling raising in pitch and volume until they came away from the weeds again and she was starting back down the tunnel at double-quick speed, the branches cutting her face and arms and the vines making her trip up about every five feet. But the Doctor was still yelling, and she was desperate to save his life.

Finally they emerged out the other side into the light, Rose dragging him a few more metres until a final scream of pain and jolt let Rose know that he wasn't going any further.

There was a single vine wrapped around the Doctor's leg, strange purple tendrils stained with pure red blood.

She dived to the vine immediately, her heart in her mouth at the Doctor still writhing below her. "Die!" she yelped, stamping on the weed. It refused to let go of the Doctor, so much so it endured the stamping until the point it split. One half pulled back into the room, and the other half remained wrapped firmly around the Doctor's leg.

Then there was silence... Asides from the Doctor whining constantly in pain. She dropped to him immediately, staring at his leg and foot wrapped in vines.

"Help," the Doctor whimpered, his eyes filling up with tears. Rose had never seen him so helpless, and it terrified her. She made to unwrap the vine from his leg but a throaty yell made her stop dead.

"No," the Doctor gasped. "Use the transmat. Medbay."

"Okay," she said quickly, wrapping her aching arms around him again to pull him back to the split in the corridor where he had placed the blue device. She didn't know exactly what to do, but held him close and hedged her bets on pressing the blue bulge in the centre of the device. They disappeared in a whoosh of light.

The weed had been holding most of the Doctor's leg together, and now Rose was pulling it away his leg was slowly falling apart before her very eyes. The weed had absolutely crushed his lower leg, the skin torn and blood everywhere in a massive swelling of red and black, and even his foot was pointing the wrong way – clearly badly dislocated. His knee was clearly the wrong shape too.

"God, I'm gonna throw up..." Rose muttered, and dived for the nearest bowl-shaped object, which happened to be a bedpan.

"Painkiller," the Doctor gasped, ignoring her vomiting and pointing vaguely to his left. "Needle gun. Green liquid. Neck."

Still holding the bedpan to her mouth, she retrieved what he'd asked and pressed it to his neck.

"Left a bit... up... fire," he croaked, and she did. The gun clicked, hissed, and the green liquid disappeared. She recommenced her throwing up.

He just laid still for a few moments, eyes closed as he tried to draw in slow, measured breaths until the pain subsided to a manageable level. He then dared to look at his leg, before wincing and covering it up.

"Rose," he breathed. "Can you get me the hand-held scanner?"

"'Kay," she murmured, retrieving it from the other side of the room and handing it over. He scanned his leg now hidden beneath the covers, and winced at the results.

"Fracture-dislocation of the first, third and fourth toes, fracture of the proximal phalanx, and the proximal interphalangeal joint..." he read out loud. "Ankle dislocation with a lateral malleolus fracture; leg has several fracture types... comminuted, open compounded, malunion and union, plus my kneecap is out of place, and I'm not even going to start on the tendons..."

Rose threw up again.

"Sorry," he muttered, gazing at her pale face.

"S'ok," she breathed, sitting down on the bed next to his, keeping the bedpan close. "What d'you need me to do?"

"I'll do it," the Doctor answered seriously. "Just get me some towels, two bags of my blood, needle and thread, osteo-regenerator, and a whole ton of wet wipes. And if you're doing tea..." A wave of pain hit him and he had to breath out the last of his sentence, "... that would be nice."

She offered him a weak smile. "Hold on."

She left the bedpan on the bed, got up, crossed the medbay and abruptly collapsed, her body flopping to the floor like a ragdoll as her head hit the floor with an uncontrolled thud, bouncing off.

"Rose? Rose!" the Doctor yelled, his eyes widening in alarm at her unconscious form. He panicked, struggling to get off of the bed quick enough. His crushed leg erupted with pain at the movement, so he tried his best to avoid having to move it but it was an inevitability. So he gritted his teeth through the pain, slipping off of the bed and hopping to Rose.

He dropped to sit down next to her, his leg stuck out across the floor, smearing blood all over it. He tried to check her pulse and her eyes, but he barely had a chance before she started shaking uncontrollably...

"No, no, no, no!" he yelled, pillowing her head with his hand. A million thoughts rushed through his head of ways to stop this, but every medicine he had was right across the other side of the infirmary...

He had to get there. With a primal yell he pushed himself up and hopped to the cabinet right across the infirmary. It took a good twenty seconds, all of which was filled by the sound of Rose still in the grip of a seizure. It took a further ten seconds to find the appropriate medicine, and another twenty seconds to hop back again, grabbing the oxygen pack on the way.

She was still convulsing, so he snapped the needle gun into place and shot it straight into her neck. As the movements became slower, the Doctor fumbled to put an oxygen mask on her face, keeping two fingers firmly on her pulse.

She finally relaxed, falling completely limp. Her pulse levelled out and finally he relaxed and checked her over for what could have caused it. He saw it almost immediately – her hand was swollen, a patch of skin turned black.

"Why didn't you tell me!?" he moaned, examining the hand. He didn't need a scan to tell him what this was. She'd been stung by the weed – poisoned. For a human this was unbelievably bad. It was terminal. He did a quick calculation in his head – for a human of her size, her build, her immune system...

He had five hours to get the cure.