The Doctor's eyes shot open as he arched up into nothingness. His vision of Rose writhing under him, moaning in pleasure had just disappeared.

It took him a few moments to realize that he'd had another dream. He felt so disgusted at himself. His desire and love for Rose had grown exceedingly since his regeneration.

And, just to make his life more difficult, Rose had lost some weight from all of their running around, not that he thought she needed to. She was very comfortable in her trim new shape, so much so that she had started wearing clingier clothing. Gone were the baggy jumpers and jeans, and in their place were plunging tops and hipster jeans that made her legs look like they never ended.

This was a major problem, he decided, because each time it happened, he was finding it harder and harder (quite literally) to calm himself down. He was just thankful that the TARDIS had limitless amounts of water, or in particular, cold water. He'd been having many cold showers a day, and the TARDIS was letting him know what she thought about it!

He'd never told Rose that he could mentally communicate with the TARDIS. It wasn't that he was ashamed of it or anything, it had just never occurred to him to mention it. And right at that moment, she was very much in his head.

'Has it ever occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, Rose might return your feelings?' the TARDIS enquired.

'How could she? I'm a 900 year old alien, and she's… she's beautiful, caring, loving and incredibly SEXY! Why would she ever love me?' the Doctor replied, bitter from embarrassment at being caught…again.

As if reading his mind, which he was quite sure she could do, she replied 'How many more of your dreams do you need to have before you realize that you cannot bury your feelings for eternity Doctor. You didn't even let your own people get close to you, and now they are gone. Are you just going to let your only chance at love and a happier life get flushed away? And you call humans stupid… at least they can accept themselves and their feelings!' And with that she severed their connection.

The Doctor got out of bed and wandered into his ensuite, his head swarmed with thoughts. 'Could Rose love me? No, who are you kidding Theta, she'd never love you. She is beautiful and delicate, like her namesake, but you, you destroy. You leave devastation in your wake. What would happen if you hurt Rose? How would you live with yourself?'

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