AN: Due to popular demand I have agreed to turn this into a fully fledged story. It's going to get very angsty but at the same time still very fluffy. Please review and I hope you like. : D

The TARDIS was quiet and peaceful that night. The lights were dimmed and the gentle hum in the background made it seem like the TARDIS itself was sound asleep. Rose Tyler was lying in her bed staring at the doorway to her bedroom thinking about what had happened earlier.

She really wanted to get up and find the Doctor, but after their little conversation he too had gone off to his room. Rose sighed and turned onto her back, staring at the ceiling and thinking.

In the end she gave up trying to sleep and swung her legs out of bed. She stood up and wandered out of her room, down the corridor and towards the Doctor's room. She paused in the doorway watching his sleeping form and smiled to herself. He had his back to her, but Rose could imagine the look on the Doctor's gorgeous face.

"Are you going to stand there all night?" Rose almost jumped in fright as the Doctor spoke. He turned over and grinned at her, looking slightly ridiculous in his stripy pyjamas. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"S'ok," Rose said stepping into the room. She stopped at the bed nervously a hand outstretched uncertainly. "Can I..?"

"Sure," the Doctor pulled the covers back, allowing Rose to climb in. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close and brushing some of her hair of her face. "What are you still doing up?"

"Just couldn't sleep," Rose replied, snuggling into the Doctor as he moulded against her back.

"Sorry, was that my fault?" He asked worriedly.

"Well… sort of," Rose said turning slightly pink. "Telling someone you love them tends to make their mind kind of explode…"

"Ah, yeah that," the Doctor continued.

"I mean I wouldn't have it any other way," Rose said quickly, turning to look at him. "But-"

The Doctor kissed her before she could continue and she forgot what she was going to say.

"I know what you mean," he said, resting his forehead against hers.

She smiled slightly, wrapping her fingers round one of his hands. He squeezed it reassuringly.

"Love you," Rose said closing her eyes.

"Love you too," the Doctor replied.

The next morning the pair awoke late, still in each others arms. The Doctor stretched and got up, dressing in his usual brown suit and trench coat. Rose watched him sleepily.

"Not gonna lie there all morning are you?" He asked smoothing down his clothes.

"Mmm… no," Rose said finally stretching and turning over in the bed.

"I'll be in the console room when you're done," the Doctor said wandering out into the corridor.

"Ok," Rose nodded watching him go.

She stayed in bed for a few minutes longer before finally deciding to get up and wander to her own room and fetch her clothes.

Rose washed, dressed and tidied up the clutter that had somehow managed to scatter itself everywhere.

When she wandered into the console room grinning she didn't notice the pensive look on the Doctor's face for several seconds. The smile slipped.

"What?" She asked frowning slightly.

"Your Mum just phoned," he said quietly.

"Is she alright?" Rose looked at the Doctor worriedly. "Doctor what's wrong?"

"I don't know, but she sounded upset," the Doctor held out a hand which she took. "She wants us to come home."

"Yeah, of course," Rose nodded. The Doctor pulled a lever glancing at Rose who looked like she was considering every possible option. "She didn't say what it was about? At all?"

"No," the Doctor answered honestly, pulling her into a hug. "I'm sure it's nothing serious."

"Then why did she sound so upset?" Rose asked close to tears.

"Hey, come on," the Doctor said rocking her gently. "It might only be something like a break in. I know it's bad but at least no one's hurt, yeah?"

Rose nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks.

The TARDIS landed and the pair of them went out through the doors, towards the flat and up the stairs.

When her Mum answered the door she threw her arms round Rose and dragged the pair of them in, obviously distraught about something.

"Mum," Rose said wiping her own face. "What is wrong?"

"I couldn't tell you over the phone…" Jackie sobbed, rubbing her face with her hands.

"What happened?" Asked Rose in barely more than a whisper sensing that it was something bad. The Doctor stood behind her hands on her shoulders, holding her steady.

"It's Mickey," Jackie said her voice wobbling dangerously. "He's dead."