Title: Waste the night.

Number of parts: 3/9.

Pairing: Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler.

Synopsis: "Something is definitely wrong with Rose and I can't seem to be able to find out what it is but that's really bothering me, and concerning me."

A/N: The characters and the universe don't belong to me. All rights goes to Russell T. Davies, Phil Collinson, Susie Liggat, Steven Moffat and to the BBC. Everything else belongs to my imagination.

A/N 2: The Doctor is a bit crude in this chapter.


MONTH: 2.

02/13/07

I'm going mad, definitely, irremediably, uncontrollably mad, and that's a very awful situation, a situation I can't seem to be able to escape from. I keep having flashbacks of Rose and me, of Rose under me, of my lips and hands on her body, of me inside of her, of our bodies moving together to the same pace. I keep hearing her moaning my name as I gave her feelings she'd never felt before, hearing her begging me to never let her go, begging me to make her mine. I still feel her soft and fragile skin under my hands, her lips against mine, her teeth gently nibbling my earlobe. And all of this is slowly, irreversibly, dangerously driving me crazy to the point I'm now craving for her so badly that I have to find excuses to have some alone time in order to relieve myself from the intense arousal those memories are giving me. I can't hide it, especially not to Jackie who seemed to notice everything.

MONTH: 3.

03/16/07

Something is definitely wrong with Rose and I can't seem to be able to find out what it is but that's really bothering me, and concerning me. She has mood swings, nothing really serious, except it's really bothering because I don't know where I stand with her, I don't know what to say because I don't want to trigger her into one of those fits of tears, even less into a fits of anger where everything I'm doing is wrong and where she can't stop yelling at me for nothing, which is very, but very annoying, and makes me more uncomfortable than I would admit. I thought spending some time with her mother would help her – and I really did it for her because spending a whole month with Jackie was not resting at all for me, I sometimes had to run away from the Powell Estate, to take the TARDIS and fly away from that damn impolite woman for a few hours – but it seems like nothing has changed after that month. It even seems worse.

Right now, she's furious with me, like really furious. I had the whole screaming insults thing following by the whole throwing things and punches at me for what seemed like an eternity – and as a Time Lord I know what eternity feels like – before running away into her room and slamming the door shut while I stood totally dumbfounded in the console room, hands on my burning cheeks, her screams still resounding into my frozen brain. Oh, well, I deserved that round. I really did, but I'd never have thought she would go that far with her anger. Damn, she hit me so hard I thought she was breaking some of my bones. I never thought she had that strength into her but that's not the worst of it all. There was something more about her, something I didn't expect at all, something far more dangerous, something I thought I'd never see again: the Wolf.

While she was unleashing all her rage against me, I clearly saw her eyes turning gold, I clearly saw the Wolf into her. It was howling into her soul, echoing her yells, taking over her without her noticing it… I was sure I had taken the whole Vortex out of her, but at that precise moment I knew I was wrong about it and it left me so astounded that I took a step back after her last punch, tripped and fell right on my back. The golden eyes faded right before she ran away into her room. I was still down, unable to move, unable to face the reality of what I saw into her eyes. The Wolf is back, and I'm afraid of what that means, because last time I saw it, Rose almost died to save me, and I almost regenerated into my tenth form just to stop her from burning up. The Wolf was just the expression of Rose's wish to protect and save me… Is there something wrong with me? With her?

I won't know it since she refuses to see me, or talk to me and yet, I really need to scan her, to see if the Wolf is still here for real or if I just had an hallucination which would really weird since I'm never sick or drunk enough to have one of those. I am convinced that the Wolf is still in her mind and I don't get how it is still possible, nor why it would show up while she's yelling at me for making an inappropriate observation about her weight, because yes, I've been stupid enough to ask her if she didn't put on some weight. I've noticed that lately she was eating a lot more and a lot of strange things that just don't fit together, and she's also sleeping a lot, always saying that we're running too much – too much! – and that it's my fault – my fault! – if she's so tired and sick because she must have caught some alien virus. Why would it have to be /my fault/if she's like the human she is? Damn it!

So, here I am, with a Rose Tyler in one hell of a state, arguing with me for every little things and crying right after, confusing me with her mood swings and behaviour, and whose body was arousing me more and more. The flashbacks never really left. And right now, I really, really want my hand on her swollen belly. I don't mind her putting on some weight because her curves were literally driving me crazy and…

The Doctor stopped writing when Rose came into his room without a warning. He put his pen down and closed the little black leather notebook he was writing in. He turned to her and noticed the stains of tears on her cheeks, her bloody eyes and her shattered look. He got up and walked to her but before he had the chance to wrap his arms around her – because she came for comfort, didn't she? She wouldn't apologise for something he shouldn't have said, would she? – her hands gripped his leather jacket and her lips collide with his urgently. It didn't take long before his surprise got replaced by the intense arousal he'd tried keeping down for weeks. She pushed him straight onto his bed, tearing off his clothes. He didn't put up any resistance, didn't try to take the lead of what was going to happen between the two of them. No words were spoken, but tonight, they both fulfilled their desires…