A few hours later and the Doctor was still searching for Rose, he checked their bedroom and all the other rooms that Rose favoured but couldn't find her anywhere. Giving up he looked to the ceiling. "A little help please," he begged the TARDIS.

The TARDIS beeped at him in annoyance.

Frowning he questioned. "What did I do wrong, why are you hiding Rose?"

The TARDIS beeped again in annoyance.

"Do you know why Rose pulled her mind from mine?" The Doctor questioned.

The TARDIS beeped in affirmative before going quiet.

Sighing the Doctor realised that she won't talk to him any more and slumping his shoulders he walked back to his and Roses room.

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Six hours later and Rose still hadn't shown up so the Doctor decided enough was enough and pulled out his sonic screwdriver to try and find her. The TARDIS, feeling sorry for her Time Lord decided to lead him directly to Roses old room.

The Doctor frowned as the door to Roses old room appeared in front of him. Opening the door he found Rose curled up in the bed. On closer inspection he noticed tear tracks on her face, confused about her reaction he climbed into the bed and held her close.

An hour later Rose woke up slowly and snuggled into the pillow she was lying on. She frowned thoughtfully as she realised the smell of the Doctor was strong. Her eyes opened wide as her brain finally woke up enough to realise that her pillow was moving. Rose sat up hastily and tried to discreetly wipe her eyes when a pair of manly hairy hands stopped her movements.

She swallowed audibly as she slowly raised her eyes to met his. How was she suppose to explain to him about the way she was acting, it's bad enough that he knows something's wrong but to let him see the evidence of her break down is bad, she doesn't even know what happened, if anything this time.

Her eyes finally met his to find compassion and confusion in them. "I know she was an important figure but she lived a full life, Rose," the Doctor explained. "I didn't think you liked her much?"

"I, I didn't," Rose stuttered. "I just, I know how much you cared for her."

The Doctors eyebrows rose at that statement. "Sure, she was a great person and very accomplished but she was kind of rude," the Doctor pointed out. Now it was Roses turn to look at him questionably. "She pushed her way into my head, that I will never forgive. It's rude to force yourself into another's mind without asking. She tried to snog me and when I tried to tell her I was with you she shrugged it off like it didn't matter. Admittedly a lot of men and most woman in those days had lovers as well as a husband or wife and she was one of the most famous courtesans but it doesn't mean that every male wants her," the Doctors brow furrowed as he thought back. "Come to think of it she seemed more put out that I cared more for someone else rather than her."

The Doctor looked down to see Roses customary smile slowly appear again and it lightened his hearts. "I should get ready for the day," Rose suggested. "I'll met you in the console room and I'll pick up Mickey on my way."

The Doctor pouted at her as she ushered him out of the room or she'd never be ready.