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Making It Count

Chapter Ten

The Doctor had lead Rose away from the corridor and back towards their darkened room, he took her hand and carefully guided her through the corridor as sleep set upon the passengers of the Titanic.

When they reached their room, the Doctor let out a sigh and took of his coat, which was shortly followed by the removal of his jacket which he slung on a stool which stood in the corner of the room. Rose watched him and shifted uncomfortably in her heavy dress, she began to unhook the back and allow the heavy layers to fall off until she was left standing in her stockings and petticoats which more than concealed her.

The Doctor turned around and raised an eyebrow with a smirk as he tugged his tie down and unbuttoned the collar of hit shirt. He then turned so that his hands rested against the window frame as he looked ahead out over the ocean which crashed against them.

Rose pulled the pins out of her hair and shook it out so that the golden curls tumbled over her shoulders, she leant back against the edge of the bed and looked at the Doctor.

'April 13th' he murmured softly as he gently ran his fingers through his hair. Rose frowned as she thought

'We hit the iceberg tomorrow' he told her quietly. Rose bit her lip as she watched his composure, she opened her mouth to speak then paused again.

'What's behind that door?' she finally asked after a moment, breaking the deadly silence of the room. The Doctor shrugged as he turned around to face her

'I don't know' he murmured as he drew in a deep breath, 'but we'll find out soon!' he added cheerily. Rose smiled gently at his forced enthusiasm. He studied her for a moment, his eyes seeing through her fake smile. He walked slowly towards her and placed his arms on the nape of her neck, he looked down into her eyes, his face set in serious lines.

'Rose, I promised I'd get you off of this ship and I will' he told her sternly. Rose looked up at him and smiled

'I believe you' she said with a smile before letting out a sigh. 'A day?' she asked, 'is that really all we have?'. He nodded sadly and she began to chew on her bottom lip. The Doctor moved away from her to look out the window again, the waves lapped hungrily against the side of the ship, and he knew that soon the waves would lap hungrily on the bodies of the dead.

When he turned back around he saw Rose yawning, a small smile fitted his face as he walked over to her

'You, are going to bed' he told her, when she opened her mouth to protest he just shook his head 'A sleepy helper makes a useless helper' he chided her with a smile. She shook her head at him and looked over longingly to the bed. He placed a hand gently on her arm

'Go. Sleep. We'll fix it in the morning. We have all the time in the world' he promised her. Rose nodded sleepily and crawled into the bed, the cloth of the petticoats scratching against her skin. The Doctor watched her as she fell into an innocent sleep, he didn't join her, instead he rested against the water reliving the events in his head.

The Doctor scratched his head and leant back against the wall – he couldn't think. His head was throbbing with worry as he thought of Rose – his Rose drowning on the Titanic.

He sat on the floor of their room, scribbling onto a piece of paper for hours as he tried to figure out a way of overriding the Tardis controls so he could force the ship to be moved. But so far he had come up with nothing. As he frantically scribbled on paper a small voice broke through his thoughts

'Doctor?'. He looked up to see Rose standing against the window, her face pale as the moonlight reflected on her face, her eyes shinning with unshed tears as she bit on her bottom lip. Her petticoats swam around her legs, giving her the appearance of a ghost

'Rose?' he asked softly as he began to stand up. She turned so that her back was to him and her face pressed against the cold window of their room. The Doctor walked up from behind her, placing his hands on her waist. His head rested on her shoulder as he looked out of the window with her

'How cold is it?' she asked quietly. He frowned as he remembered the feeling of the freezing water tearing at his limbs,

'Very' he replied gently. Rose nodded her head slowly

'I'm not a very good swimmer' she murmured. He let a humourless smile rest on his lips as he wrapped his arms around her stomach.

'Why would you need to swim?' he asked her softly, 'You're not going in any water'. She smiled softly then turned her head round to look at him

'I'm not stupid Doctor' she told him

'I know you're not' he replied confidently.

'What are the chances of us making it off this ship alive?' she asked with wide, worried eyes. He let out a sigh and raised his hands to frame her face.

'Rose' he began softly, 'even if worse came to worse, we still have the Tardis. We can sit in her whilst the ship sinks around us' he told her trying to reassure her. Her eyes slightly widened at this idea

'Would the Tardis float or sink?' she asked. He shrugged

'Guess we'll find out' he laughed. Rose shook her head again

'I don't like it. I don't like this. Why do we get to live and everyone else has to die? Why?' she asked as tears formed on the edge of her eyes. The Doctor frowned and looked over her head and out of the little window

'Because we can't save them Rose. We can't change the past.' He told her with a hint of hatred on his voice – hatred for himself. She sucked in a deep breath of air and closed her eyes before slowly nodding – she knew this, but she couldn't accept it.

'Come on, lets get some sleep' he murmured as he pulled her into the bed beside him. She fell asleep quickly, her feet entwined with his and her face resting against the pillows. He tucked his arms around her tummy and pulled her close to him

'I won't let anybody hurt you Rose' he promised as he softly kissed her hair. 'Even if it means drowning. Again'.

Only the sound of the ships engines filled the air as the Doctor made his promises to Rose – soon morning would be upon them and their fate would be known.