AN: I wasn't going to put this up today. I was going to wait until tomorrow but I am so bored at the moment that I'm going to put it up. I've got another hour of waiting to get collected and I've been here for four hours already...so bored. Anyway here's the next chapter. Two in one day...I better get a few reviews because of this... Hint Hint
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Rose wandered through the corridors, no destination in mind. He hadn't returned to her room, knowing it would be the first place the Doctor would look for her so she had instead decided to look around the place.
She had intended to take Mickey on a tour of the place but she had been too worried about the Doctor, the last time he had asked her to.
She realised she had taken Mickey for granted. They had grown together, as best friends. He had been a few years older but they had always gotten on so it wasn't a surprise to any of her other mates when she had started dating him. She had slipped into a routine with him and for a while it was nice. It was safe. It was comfortable.
That was until she had met the Doctor and everything changed. And those comfortable safe things about life had been shown to be what they always were to her…
Boring!
Yet she missed Mickey. When she had travelled with the Doctor, before Mickey had come on board, she had not missed him. She had never thought about him. Never cared about what he was doing. Never gave one iota of attention – proper attention – to him when they were in the same room because most of the time, the Doctor was in the same room.
She had simply forgotten to care anymore about the boyfriend she had left behind. And that was the worst thing. She wished she had spent time become friends with him again but she had been too wrapped up in this life, in the aliens, in the Doctor.
It hadn't been fair on Mickey. No wonder he had left.
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Rose stifled a yawn. She looked down at her watch and saw the time to be 3 AM. She didn't know why she carried a watch. When you live on a time machine, which can go anywhere or anywhen, then keeping time soon stops being important.
She should go to bed. The Doctor would have probably gone back to the console room, too bored from searching for her. He wouldn't bother her anyway, not if she was too tired. He would leave any conversations until morning and she could easily avoid having to discuss the subject of Mickey.
Rose turned a corner, her eyes resting upon a familiar door. Her feet seemed to drag as she made the last few steps, exhaustion finally setting in.
Opening the door, Rose was greeted with the most adorable sight she had ever seen. The Doctor was sound asleep in her bed; the blankets were half hanging up around him. His hair was a mess, his tie was askew, and the hand resting on the pillow –her pillow – scratched against the piece of hair currently resting awkwardly upon his nose.
Rose smiled, forgetting the fact she had been avoiding him. She walked over, pulled back the covers and slid into the bed.
The Doctor murmured in his sleep, and nudged back in an attempt to get more comfortable.
Exhaustion rested heavily on Rose's eyelids but just as she fell into slumber, she felt the Doctor's arm draw around her waist bringing her closer. Rose smiled her first proper smile in ages as sleep finally won over.
To be continued...
AN: Hello me again. Hope you liked it. I was thinking of doing a Doctor dream sequence. Should I do it or should I just skip and have him wake up and realise that he not only fell asleep but Rose is there too? Your choice... :)