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Chapter 4

Rose

The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS, closely followed by Jack. They were in a busy city centre surrounded by people. Far ahead of him the Doctor could see a woman with medium length dyed peroxide blonde hair. Somehow he knew it was Rose. He didn't care how she was there, all he wanted to do was hold her in his arms and tell that he loved her. He started to push is way through the crowd to her but the harder he tried, the further away she moved. He called her name, yelled it, screamed it, but she didn't turn. Suddenly the crowd round him thinned and he was able to run after her. He could see the back of her head getting closer and closer. He reached out, tapped her on the shoulder and she turned

"Rose." he gasped, breaking into the first smile he had worn in what felt like years.

"Do I know you?" asked Rose coldly. She turned on her heel and strode away.

The Doctor woke with a start. Tears were gathered in the corners of his eyes and there was cold sweat on his fore-head. He wiped it away with the back of his hand. He looked around his room, half expecting to see Rose disappearing around the frame of his door but was shocked to see instead, Jack. He was leaning against the Doctor's doorframe watching him with a mixture of concern and pity on his face.

"Jack! What are you doing in here?" asked the Doctor sliding down to the bottom of his bed so that he was next to him.

"I came to check that you're ok." said Jack, a sympathetic smile on his face.

"What do you mean?"

"You were calling her name so loud that you woke me up." explained Jack.

It was then that the Doctor noted that Jack was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts and an old T-shirt. I'm barely wearing more, he reminded himself. He gulped suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

"Well. I'm ok." said the Doctor hastily "You can go back to your room. I'll try not to wake you again."

"Ok. If you're sure you're ok."

The Doctor nodded.

"I'm fine."

"Good. Night then, Doctor." but he seemed reluctant to go.

He took one step back into the corridor but went no further. The Doctor climbed out of bed and moved over to the door.

"Are you ok, Jack?" the Doctor asked.

Jack shook his head, then nodded, then shrugged.

"I don't know." he said "But I'm sure I will be."

The Doctor expected him to leave then but he didn't. Instead Jack took a step closer, back into the room.

"Jack-" the Doctor started but Jack silenced him by leaning forward and pressing his lips firmly to his.

For Jack it felt like he was flying. There was nothing in the world apart from him and the Doctor, entwined, hurtling across the stars. Jack felt the Doctor pull him closer and a shiver ran down his spine. He moved his hand from the Doctor's and started to run it through his hair. The Doctor responded by winding his arms around Jack's back and pulling him even closer. The Doctor wants me. He wants me. He, the Doctor, wants me. Me. Me. Jack thought as he felt himself starting to give in completely to the kiss. No, wait, he thought and nearly pulled away from the Doctor. He doesn't want me. He wants Rose. He's always wanted Rose. This time Jack did pull away. He placed a hand on the Doctor's chest and pushed. The Doctor stumbled and almost fell. He stared at Jack through eyes filled with hurt and confusion.

"I though you wanted-" started the Doctor taking a step forward.

"Yeah well. So did I." said Jack softly and swept from the room.

The Doctor watched him go with a half confused, half relieved expression on his face. What was I thinking? I was kissing Jack. I nearly did more than just kiss him. What is wrong with me? But he knew what was wrong. He wanted Rose. He needed Rose. And thanks to Jack he now knew he'd do anything to find her.


A/N: Please review like you normally do. I love you guys. In a non-lesbian way. Not that theres anythin wrong with lesbians. Ok. lets move on.