AN: Ok I have to write a doctor who fic. I have read sooo many I cant stand the tension any more.

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own any part of doctor who….and I still cant get anywhere near David Tennant to grope him….don't mind me.

He liked to sit by the console at night. It was so quite and peaceful. He also hated it, with a passion. It meant that Rose was asleep down the corridor and he couldn't tinker with the TARDIS because he had been slapped over the head the night before because of his 'antics'.

He sighed loudly and scratched the back of his head, he couldn't face it. He was so bored. Bored, bored, bored and even more BORED!

He got up and decided to take a stroll. Walking always kept boredom away. Though it was always better with Rose.

By chance he came upon Rose's room, actually he had sub-consciencely walked there…but denial is easier to say.

He opened her door a crack and peered inside. She was curled in a ball, sleeping deeply. He couldn't help but smile. She looked so beautiful when she was asleep.

He decided he could read a book till he felt tired. He closed the door silently and walked away.

He stopped when he heard a soft whimpering. It was Rose…something in her dreams was causing her discomfort.

He turned back and returned to his viewing point. Rose was writhing in pain, mumbling to an invisible force.

Suddenly she bolted awake with an un-holy scream. The doctor instinctively ran in and tried to calm her down.

She stared at him and then broke down into tears on his chest. He simply sat there and listened to her tale of Bad Wolf, regeneration and cybermen. He stroked her hair and held her close.

The crying stopped, he looked down to a sleeping Rose. He laid her back down, kissed her gently on the forehead and walked out of the room. He took a last glance at Rose and headed back to the console room.

He found that he felt tired now. Sleeping wasn't his thing. He could grab a nap now and then, then be fine afterwards.

He reached the console room to check on the TARDIS when he heard footsteps from behind him. Rose padded into the console room. Her eyes were bloodshot and she was unsure on her feet.

The Doctor opened his arms to hug Rose. She stumbled forwards and accepted the hug.

The Doctor could tell that in the morning…he would have a very moody Rose.

Prepare for a living hell. He thought to himself as he guided a sleepy Rose to the sofa and sat down with her.

She curled into his body and simply sat there, listening to his double heartbeat, soothing her pained mind.

This was the part of the silent nights that The Doctor liked.