The timing couldn't have been more perfect if she'd tried; Rose's eyes snapped open as the door clicked shut and she fumbled for whatever it was the Doctor had dropped on her pillow. Despite now being completely alert, her eyes were still bleary from almost being genuinely asleep, and at first it looked like a shiny lump on a chain.

She rubbed her eyes and the lump formed itself into a tiny, perfectly symmetrical silver rose. It was beautiful. Turning it over, she saw that the back was clear and slightly rounded, and a tiny piece of what looked like glitter tossed around behind the crystal. It took a few seconds to register, but when the penny finally dropped Rose remembered seeing the weird red glow from behind her eyelids, and reached up to pat the now perfectly healthy part of her forehead where the piece of 'star' had hit her. She could have screamed, but settled for a heavy punch to the nearest pillow instead, gaining an almost sick pleasure from imagining the Doctor's face imprinted onto it.

Standing, Rose was pleased to find that the dizziness and headache were completely gone, albeit replaced with an overwhelming urge to march right into that console room and give that stupid, stubborn excuse for a Time Lord a piece of her mind. First things first, though. Running a hand through her hair in exasperation revealed remnants of her healed head wound, and she smelt vaguely of grass from lying out in that field.

Okay, she thought to herself. Shower, clean clothes, make the Doctor wish he'd never been born.

-

"Liar." Rose tried to keep a straight face as the Doctor all but jumped out of his shoes.

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't get this," she waved the chain around her neck at him, "from the wardrobe. If there was stuff as gorgeous as this in there, I'd know."

"Ah."

"And I know us humans are supposed to be stupid, but give us some credit. My room's suddenly tidy and I've miraculously healed?"

"Double ah." The Doctor turned to play with anything on the console he could get his hands on, turning a furious shade of red for the second time that day.

"I think you owe me one. Set that thing to take us to the nearest party you can think of. We're going dancing."