A/N: Hi! Sorry again about a long wait.. been travelling home and so jetlagged! Firstly, thank you so much to alaine.105 Imitierte Identiat , xCarolinee, Dreamcatcher49 and Jodieodie for your lovely reviews, it really means a lot. I really hope you enjoy this next bit cause it was super hard to write (I didn't want it to be too angst-y) so I hope I got it right.

Rose wasn't sure how long she sat there, staring into empty air as her future played out behind her eyes. And there was her Mum, clasping her white hand and sobbing as the Doctor clasped his stinging check and watched on with water-logged eyes and a too-calm expression on his sunken face. There was the TARDIS, the lock of her door rusted as her duvet gathered dust. And the Doctor… In her mind's eye she could see him slumped in the captain's chair in the console room, ripped shirt slipping off his shoulders to reveal protruding ribs. The thought brought her back to the present with a jolt. No matter what happened to her, she wouldn't let that happen to him. She could at least give him warning; tell him to find someone else, someone better. Rose leapt to her feet, quickly unraveling herself from the blankets that had she had unconsciously wrapped around her hands.

"Doctor?" she whispered. No answer. He was turned away from her, facing the opposite wall. Probably angry at her earlier dishonesty. Rose winced slightly at the memory. In his own stilted, awkward, wonderful way, he had been trying to reach out to her, and she had pushed him away. 'All the more reason to find someone else,' the malicious voices at the back of her brain whispered. Shaking her head to dislodge such thoughts, she walked over to him, touching him lightly on the shoulder.

"Doctor?" she tried again. "I'm sorry about earlier, yeah? Lot going in up here;" she tapped her head. "Too much for my little brain to handle." He didn't reply. That, Rose decided, was enough of that. Dying was bad enough without having to deal with the Oncoming Sulk. Grasping him firmly by the shoulder, she forced him towards her. And froze. The Doctor stared up at her with unseeing eyes, his mouth open in a silent scream. His face was twisted in terror and horror, and so much pain that Rose flinched away from him. His hands were pale and shaking, and his breathing was shallow. Rose dropped to her knees, clutching at his lapels and pulling him upright

"Doctor!" she yelled. "Doctor it's time to wake up now." She shook him, hard. His head snapped back and his eyes rolled up, but he did not wake. Rose hesitated for a moment, then slapped him across the cheek.

"Doctor! Please!" In a fit of adrenaline, she pulled him up, half-dragging him towards the bathroom. She jumped into the shower stall, holding him under the head as she fumbled for the tap. The water spurted down on him, soaking his jacket and flattening that ridiculous hair into his eyes. Stray droplets splattered her face, mingling with her tears.
"Please don't go," Rose whispered, sinking to the floor, still holding him tightly to her chest. She slumped against a wall, burying her face in her hands, unmindful of her soaking clothes. Slowly, slowly she let herself sink into the dark recesses of her mind, until the sound of running water slowly faded, and all there was was darkness.

Rose woke to a tentative hand on her cheek. She jumped, and her eyes flew open. The Doctor was crouched in front of her.

"Rose?" he asked. "What…" He was abruptly cut off as Rose flung herself into his arms, burying her face in his shoulder. She caught a glimpse of confusion in his face, before his arms tightened around her, holding her firmly to him.

"It's okay," he murmured soothingly. "Whatever happened, it's okay." Rose pulled her head back sharply.

"It's not okay!" she cried. "You wouldn't wake up! You could have died for all I knew."

"Could've, but didn't," said The Doctor, a smiling tightly.

"What happened?" asked Rose. The Doctor regarded her carefully.

"Isn't that what we all want to know?" he asked. Rose took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," she said, as clearly as she could manage. "For lyin', for everything really." She was about to say more, but the Doctor interrupted her.

"You're shivering," he said simply. Rose looked down at her hands. They were white, and indeed trembling. For the first time, she wondered just how long she had sat in that shower. She gave the Doctor a shaky smile.

"Best get out of this wet kit," she said. "You too." The Doctor smiled back, a real genuine smile that warmed her more than dry clothes ever could.

"We'll talk in a second." He stood up, peeling off his wet jacket. Rose stared at the back of his neck. It seemed to sparkle with tiny lights, as if stars had seeped into the skin.
"Oh no," she breathed. The Doctor dropped down, in front of her in an instant, cupping her face with his hands.

"Rose? What is it? What's wrong?" he asked urgently.
"'M seeing things again," she whispered softly. She felt his hands tighten around her jaw.
"What? Rose, what do you see?"
"The back of your neck. S'like it's covered in these strange lights. The Doctor jumped to his feet, craning round to see his neck for himself. When he turned back to her, she could see ill-concealed fear in his face.

"Then we're both seeing the same thing."

A/N: Again, I really hope you liked it and it would mean a lot if you could take the time to review. Thank you so much for reading this far!