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"But I didn't get my strip tease." He said just as quietly with a childish pout.

"Are you serious?" Rose asked incredulously.

"Fine. Then how about a kiss, and not that peck you gave me. I want an actual kiss."

"I don't think you are in any place to make demands." Rose snickered as the Doctor's face scrunched into a scowl, "O fine." She granted leaning in to kiss him. When she pulled back the Doctor hummed satisfied letting go of her arm. Rose couldn't help but smile at him. Something about how vulnerable the Doctor was right now was charming. She gave him another light kiss on the forehead before leaving the room, so he could sleep.


After putting the Doctor to bed, Rose had finished supper with Mickey and her mom before making herself comfortable on the sofa. She got up once during the night and tip-toed her way to her old bedroom. She looked in quietly at the Doctor to see how he was doing. His eyes were moving rapidly, but he seemed to be in a deep sleep. Part of her wanted to climb in bed with him. The memory of being cuddled up next to him like she had that time on the S.S. Jupiter was almost enough to convince her, but she stayed in her spot. She wrapped her arms around herself trying to remember what it felt like to wake up in his arms. Would they ever have another moment like that? Rose rested her head against the door frame and allowed herself a moment to regard the Doctor. His lithe body flinched under the covers. She hadn't seen the Doctor so deeply in sleep since the night he had had that nightmare. She considered that it was most likely his being sick that was causing him to be so tired, and perhaps that was why he fainted earlier. Rose regarded his face thoughtfully. His eyebrows had scrunched together and a bead of sweat had settled onto his brow. She heard him give out an almost painful breath. Startled she pushed herself off the door frame taking a few steps towards him. Could he be having another nightmare? Did he have these often? The image of the Doctor before her seemed to swirl and her head felt dizzy. Looking around herself again she found she was no longer in her old bedroom, but a room she didn't recognize.

The room around her was rather dark, but the Doctor still lay before her on a large bed made of dark wood etched with Gallifreyan symbols. She scrunched her eyes up trying to survey the room around her, but a painful yelp from the Doctor launched her attention back to the bed. The Doctor was stuck in sleep with his eyes darting rapidly under his eyelids. Rose realized that he was shirtless and drenched in sweat as he thrashed about on the bed. His teeth were gritted so tightly that the tendons in his neck seemed to stick out. Rose took a few steps towards him her hand coming to rest against the etched figures along one of the bedposts.

"Doctor?" She tried gently, but he didn't wake. His hands fisted in the silky blanket that covered him as his entire body seemed to go rigid with pain. His face was twisted with agony like the time she had seen him in the console room. Why was she seeing this?

"Doctor!" She tried again louder, and she watched in fear as a scream emitted from his throat as he awoke. He lurched upwards in his bed his chest heaving with labored breaths. He seemed to look at Rose and right through her at the same time. She watched as the Doctor turned his head about the room, and seeming to recognize where he was his shoulders slumped forward and his breaths began to slow. He ran his hands through his hair that was still damp with sweat and dropped his eyes to the sheets. Rose didn't dare to move. She remained still letting him catch his breath. She thought he was calming down until she heard his breath hitch, and she realized that he was crying.

"Rose... O Rose... I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

"Sorry, what do you mean? What's wrong, Doctor?" Rose said walking to his side. She reached out her hand to grab his shoulder but instead of feeling his smooth skin connect with hers she found herself falling off the side of the couch. Her body thumped on the floor forcing a gasp from her throat. She struggled with the blankets she had used last night tossing them off her and looked around. Somehow she had managed to walk back to the couch in the living room and had gone to sleep. There was already sun light streaming in through the windows. Rose tried to recall when she had gone to bed. It seemed like only moments ago she had been standing in front of the Doctor's bed. And what had she seen? Rose picked herself up off the floor trying to fit together all the unanswered questions in her mind as Jackie walked into the dinning room.

"O good you're up! I'm heading out now to get some groceries and then I'll come back to make us a proper breakfast. Shouldn't take me long." She said before walking out of the apartment the door thudding behind her. Not knowing what to do, Rose made her way to her old bedroom. After what she had seen, she was worried about him. Her feet padded along the soft carpet of the flat as she tried to remember if she had really come to look at the Doctor last night or if that had all been a dream as well. But as her hand came to rest against the door handle of the bedroom, she was sure in her mind that what she saw wasn't a dream. She turned the handle letting the door inch open. She softly padded inside the room. The Doctor had pulled the blankets up around him to the point that Rose couldn't see his face from her position at the door frame. As she got close enough to the bed to look at him, she was startled by the Doctor's arms shooting out from under the blankets. In a blur of motion the Doctor had pulled her down into the bed, rolled on top of her, and tossed the blankets over top of them both. Rose was now looking up at his smirking face from the flat of her back as they lay under the blankets.

"Why good morning?" The Doctor said grinning at her before lowering his lips to hers. He snogged her passionately nipping at her bottom lip before lowering his attention to her neck. Rose gasped as he began to place hot kisses on her neck. She could hardly think but managed to let out a whimper. She felt the Doctor smirk against her skin. Obviously he was feeling better. She gathered herself enough to try to think clearly and began halfheartedly pushing at his shoulders.

"What are you doing?" She managed out in a surprisingly even tone. The Doctor worked his way back up to her lips giving her a quick peck before answering.

"Well, right now I'm making out with my fiance, but if things get more heated... Well," He drawled, "I suppose we'll just see where things go." He smiled again before kissing her.

"We can't!" Rose gasped out as he released his lips from hers.

"Why not? Your mom has gone for groceries hasn't she?"

"How did you hear that?"

"O please, she shouted it half way across the apartment. How could I not hear." The Doctor said rolling his eyes before lowering his mouth back down to her neck. Rose realized that he had moved his hands to unbutton the first two buttons of her top that she had worn to bed before placing a few kisses to the beginning of her cleavage. Rose let out a gasp of surprise as well as pleasure as her hands came to fist in his hair.

"Wait-" She managed tugging at his soft spiky hair. The Doctor slowly slid back up her body, and Rose shivered at the feel of his muscular build against hers.

"What?" He asked raising and eyebrow at her questioningly, "Is there anything wrong with a morning shag?"

"I thought we were just going to make out?!" She hissed back.

"I said we would see where things went." He said giving her a few kisses in-between words.

"I thought we had agreed we wouldn't bond until your memory was completely back?" Rose said trying to grasp any excuse she could find.

"Yes, but you never said we couldn't shag. My memory could take a long time to fully come back. Are you really going to make me hold back for that long." The Doctor said almost pleadingly. He had lowered his mouth to nip at the skin right behind her ear, and a shiver passed over Rose as arousal pooled into her stomach.

"But what if you can't control yourself?"

"Just push my mind away like you normally do. You've done it well enough in the past." The Doctor said with a bit of spite in his voice. Rose couldn't help but notice that during their conversation, the Doctor had slowly been easing his hand up her top, and it was now rubbing teasingly against her side right next to her breasts. As his finger tips grazed against Rose's ribs she couldn't help herself, and she bucked and convulsed underneath him with laughter. The Doctor pulled away from her slightly looking down at her with surprise.

"Rose Tyler, are you ticklish along your ribs?" He said his eyes wide, and Rose managed to subdue her laughter looking up at him with a glint of uncertainty. She watched as his face broke out into a large grin and without warning he dropped his hands to her sides tickling her furiously. Rose bucked and screamed with laughter under him as she tried to break away from his torture. Rose's hips shot up without her thinking, and she came to grind pleasantly along the Doctor's pelvis. The Doctor let out a low groan at the friction she caused, and Rose couldn't help but notice that he was rock hard. The Doctor had forgotten his teasing at the feeling of her rubbing against him, and his head slowly raised up to meet Rose's eyes. Rose had stopped laughing her mouth working itself into an 'O' shape of understanding. The Doctor watched as a slow smile passed along her face.

"So that's it is it. The Time Lord has morning wood just the same as any typical bloke?"

"I am not a typical bloke." The Doctor said suddenly getting defensive with a small growl rumbling in the back of his throat.

"You're a bloke, and you don't know it." Rose said inching her face up to his until their lips were almost grazing.

"O? And are you here to help me realize it?" The Doctor added with a smirk as he ground his hips into hers.

"T-that's not why I'm here.." Rose was able to gasp out despite the feel of him rubbing against her.

"Then why are you here?" He asked his lips sucking at her neck once again.

"I was worried about you..." She answered truthfully. The Doctor pulled away from her once again and regarded her.

"Why?" He asked tonelessly, but Rose could seem to sense the twinge of anxiety behind his words. She had been right. Something had happened last night.

"I came and checked on you last night. You seemed restless like you were having a nightmare. I might have woken you up, but I... Must have fallen asleep."

"You fell asleep while checking on me?"

"Don't change the subject," Rose scolded not wanting him to delve into what happened, "Doctor, did you have a nightmare last night?" She asked. The Doctor huffed rolling off of her. He laid on his back a moment regarding the ceiling before answering.

"Yes... Well, no... I don't really remember it," He said turning his head to her, and Rose could see the look of a small frightened child in his eyes, "I was on Gallifrey, and it was burning, and I... I don't remember. I just remember how it felt, and... I don't ever want to feel like that again." He said his jaw setting in a firm scowl. He refused to look at her. He simply stared at the ceiling, and Rose watched as his adam's apple bob as he tried to swallow the terrors of last night. Without thinking, Rose reached her hand up to cup his face and turned it towards her.

"It's okay... I'm here. I always will be. I promise." She said matching her words with her lips against his. The Doctor grabbed her waist and pulled her against him. He continued to kiss her and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Rose gasped as the feel of his mind as it swiped against hers, but she was relieved that the Doctor didn't push it farther. He was satisfied with the brief glide of him against her consciousness. Rose thought for a moment that she should stop this, but as the Doctor's hand came to massage her breast, she forgot about all the reasons why she should stop. The Doctor had rolled himself on top of her again, and they continued to explore each other's mouths. Unconsciously, Rose had brought her hands up to begin undoing the Doctor's pajama top. She ran her hand over the smooth skin of his chest and was rewarded with a deep rumble from the Doctor's throat. Beginning to get impatient, the Doctor quickly undid Rose's shirt pushing it aside, so he could get at her breasts more directly. He lowered his mouth to place hot kisses to her heaving breasts that were still encased in a black lacy bra. Rose's subconscious was shouting at her to stop him. She couldn't allow her relationship with the Doctor to become anymore skewed, but as the Doctor's fingers expertly tweaked a nipple through the fabric of her bra, Rose kicked her subconscious to the back of her fogged mind. The Doctor pulled the fabric of her bra down stopping in his ministrations long enough to take in the sight of her naked chest.

"You're beautiful." He said in genuine awe before lowering his hot mouth to lavish attention on his newest discovery. Both of them remain lying on the bed absorbed in the feel of one another until the sound of a door shutting startled them apart.

"Rose, I'm home!" They heard Jackie's voice sound out. Rose could have sworn she heard the Doctor cuss in Gallifreyan, and both of them scrambled to make themselves decent. As soon as Rose had straightened her jams, and re-buttoned her shirt, she walked out of the bedroom shutting the door behind her. Little did she expect to find Jackie right outside the door grocery bag in one arm and the other hand on her hip.

"What?" Rose asked startled.

"What?!" Jackie asked back. Just then the Doctor came floundering out of the bedroom running into Rose.

"O Jackie, your back, hi." The Doctor stumbled out in a jumbled mess while wrapping his arms around Rose like she was the one barrier between him and being slapped into his next regeneration.

"Feeling better are you?" Jackie asked mockingly.

"Much yes." The Doctor nodded quickly, "Need help with the groceries?" He asked looking for an excuse. He quickly grabbed the brown grocery bag out of her arms and took it to the kitchen. As he disappeared a stream of meaningless words coming from his mouth, Jackie turned her hard set eyes back to her daughter.

"You know for feeling all guilty about him thinking you are his fiance, it doesn't seem like you are having troubles taking advantage of it." Jackie hissed quietly.

"It's not what you think." Rose pleaded.

"No? Then why do you have a hickey?" Jackie responded pulling the lapel of Rose's pajama top back to expose the small dark mark placed on the beginning of her cleavage by the Doctor. Rose hissed in a breath trying to remember when he had managed that. O he really did deserve a slap for sneaking that in. Rose opened her mouth a few times trying to find words to excuse this to her mom, but of course their were no words to find. Rose ducked her head in embarrassment as the Doctor poked his head around the corner.

"So making breakfast then, Jackie? I'll just get started then." He said ducking back to where he came from. Jackie was still starring at Rose her arms crossed.

"O, it doesn't matter. Just promise me that you'll be smart about it. The last thing I want is some alien getting my daughter pregnant."

"Mom!"

"What? Think about it? How would I go explaining that to anyone! Come on now lets go make breakfast before that man decides to 'improve' something like he did my toaster." She said turning to go join the Doctor in the kitchen. The rest of their day went uneventfully. They sat around watching TV and talking. Luckily, it was a Saturday, so Rose didn't have to worry about her mom having to leave her and the Doctor alone. Even with her mom there, the Doctor was more than attentive to her. Any chance he got, he would find an excuse to touch her. A soft caress of her lower back or a soft squeeze of her hand. The small caresses throughout the day were all but sending her mad. As they sat at the table talking over tea, a sudden shiver seemed to pass over Rose. She looked around the flat uncertainly. It felt like something was there, watching her, just out of the corner of her eye.

"Rose, did you hear me?" Jackie nudged, and Rose snapped her attention back to her mom.

"No sorry must have zoned out. What did you say?" She said still rather absentmindedly. The Doctor looked at her with concern on his face.

"I said that Mickey is coming over later and bringing fish and chips from the diner we used to go to all the time."

"O, that's great, mom." Rose said taking a sip from her tea. She thought about her conversation with Mickey last night. Being able to walk and talk with him like that was a breath of fresh air. As she thought of Mickey, she seemed to get light headed. She set her tea down on the table raising a hand to her head. As she raised her eyes up from the table, she was surprised to find she was no longer in the flat. The brisk autumn air slapped at her skin. She was on the street near the flat. How did she get here? Turning around she saw Mickey crossing the street with a bag in his hands. As he was doing so, a car ran the stop light its horn blaring.

"Mickey!" Rose shouted trying to run to him. Seeing the car just in time, Mickey lurched back. The car just nicking him enough to spin him around. The bag fell from his arms to splatter on the ground, and Mickey yelped in pain holding his arm to his chest. Rose ran towards him, but instead found herself pushing up from her seat at the dining room table. She did so so quickly that it spilled over her tea and her chair fell backwards. Rose's eyes went wide as she looked around the flat.

"Rose, honey, are you okay? What's wrong?" Jackie asked her hands coming to rest on her daughter's shoulders.

"I was... Nothing... Just day dreaming. Just startled me is all." Rose said sitting back down at the table. Jackie had gone to the kitchen to get a towel to clean up the tea, but Rose just stared at it blankly as it spread across the table. First her two visions of the Doctor and now this? What was happening to her... She jumped lightly as she felt a large warm hand come to rest on her cheek. The Doctor gently turned her face to his.

"Rose? What happened." He implored his deep brown eyes begging her to confide in him. Rose wanted to tell him but what would she say? I'm seeing things that aren't really there? The words choked in her throat, and she shook her head.

"Nothing. Just day dreaming like I told mom." She said firmly taking the Doctor's hand and squeezing it. They talked for awhile longer until a knock at the door sounded out. Assuming it was Mickey with dinner. Rose and the Doctor walked into the living room to start up the movie they had agreed on with Jackie earlier. Rose leaned down to pick out the DVD from its place on a low shelf. As she did so, the Doctor placed a quick slap to her bum. Rose jumped straight turning around to reprimand the sparkling dark eyed time traveler, but a gasp of exclamation was heard from the door.

"Mickey! Goodness what happened to you!" They heard Jackie exclaim. Rose sprinted to the entrance of the flat followed by the Doctor. They found Mickey standing there holding his arm to his chest. His Jacket was tattered, and he looked like he was in an extreme amount of pain.

"Damn car buzzed through a stop light. I was lucky I saw it. It just clipped me instead of hitting me head on, but it caught my arm pretty good." He explained, and Rose felt a lump settle into her throat. What she had saw just happened. Mickey got hurt by a car just like she had seen, but what did that mean?

"Rose?" The Doctor asked softly in her ear. He couldn't help but notice how pale she had gone at the sight of Mickey.

"I'm fine." She stuttered out but neither her nor the Doctor were convinced by her statement.

"Well, we should get you to the hospital. Rose, you and the Doctor stay here. No need for us all to go." Jackie said grabbing her jacket.

"But..." Rose tried to protest.

"It's okay, Rose. Really. I'll be fine. Probably just going to tell me not to use it for awhile and prescribe me some painkillers. We'll be back before you know it." Mickey said trying to get her past her worry. Rose nodded taking a few steps backwards. Somewhere deep down she couldn't help but feel like she was responsible for this. She had seen this happen right before it actually happened. And what did that even mean? After Jackie and Mickey had left Rose stood starring at the door. She still wasn't sure what to think about the whole matter. The Doctor shifted from foot to foot behind her until he couldn't take her silence anymore.

"Rose-"

"I'm fine." Rose cut in not letting him get started. The Doctor glared at her back obviously aware that she was hiding something. Without warning, Rose was scooped up from behind as the Doctor picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder, and walked her to the living room. He promptly tossed her onto the couch coming to leer over her.

"What are you doing?!" Rose half scolded angrily pushing against his chest. The Doctor grabbed up her hands pushing them down against the couch beside her.

"What happened earlier?" He asked fiercely his eyes boring into hers.

"Nothing. It was a day dream that's all."

"It was more than that though because when you saw Mickey you looked like you'd be sick."

"Why wouldn't I be concerned about him?" Rose spat back tugging vainly at the grip the Doctor had on her wrists. The Doctor lowered his face to just inches from her own. Rose's breath hitched despite herself. The intensity of his gaze struck her, and she fell still.

"Rose... What happened earlier didn't feel like day dreaming. I could feel your mind if only faintly. It felt like you were..."

"Were what?" Rose asked suddenly interested.

"I've told you before, I can see the time lines. I can see all that is, what was, what could be, and what must not. Sometimes Time Lords can see them in... Flashes. Brief clips of the possible future played out before you like a movie, but that is what it is Rose. A possible future. It doesn't mean it's going to happen."

"But this did." Rose said quietly tears springing to her eyes.

"So you did see something..." The Doctor said breathlessly staring at her with a mix of awe and terror. He released Rose's wrists as a tear slid down her cheek. Quickly he scooped her up into his lap and gently wiped the tears from her eyes. Crushingly he held her to his chest placing kisses softly to the top of her head as she cried.

"Tell me what happened." He persuaded gently.

"I saw Mickey walking, and the car blow through the light. I called out, but it still clipped him."

"What you saw was a piece of a possible future, Rose. He couldn't hear you."

"But it still happened. If I had done something. Gone out to meet him, or I could have called him and told him to walk a different route..." Rose said her shoulders shaking.

"No!" The Doctor said fiercely pulling her head back to look at her closely. He searched her eyes grasping for anyway he could to make her understand, "Rose, time is complicated, and sometimes the thing you think will change it for the better will only make it worse. Plus time has a way of correcting itself. You call Mickey and tell him not to take the normal route, so he takes another one. Instead of getting clipped by a car, he could end up getting hit by a bus. You can't question what happened. Don't dwell on it and never play with what ifs. If you go around trying to change time, you will only hurt yourself. Trust me, I know." He said his last phrase bitterly and with distaste. His face softened then as he continued, "What happened wasn't your fault. You saw a possible future, but there was nothing you could have done." The Doctor's voice was low and soft. His kind reassurances reinforced with the soft feel of his hand stroking her hair. As Rose started to calm down her sobs, he leaned in giving her a chaste but comforting kiss. Rose looked at him as he pulled away a soft smile coming to her lips.

"Look at you being all persuasive." She jested lightly shoving at his shoulder. The Doctor smirked at her.

"While I have the advantage, perhaps I could convince you to come to the TARDIS infirmary with me." He said raising an eyebrow his eyes going dark. Rose stopped then going stiff. She looked up at him stubbornly. She was sure he wanted to run all types of tests to find out why she had seen the 'flash' as he had called it, but she was in no mood to be scanned and pricked at the moment. She stuck out her bottom lip slightly in a pout.

"Rose," The Doctor drawled fiercely, "I have no way of telling how you were able to do what you did. What if there is something seriously wrong."

"Then it can wait until morning." She said grumpily. The Doctor looked at her obviously not moved by her pouting. Rose realized that if she wanted to get out of being stuck in the TARDIS infirmary for the next five hours, she would have to get more clever. Getting up from the sofa quickly she pushed the Doctor back down as he tried to get up after her. The Doctor looked at her questioningly, and in response, Rose pulled her shirt up over her head. The Doctor's eyes suddenly went wide with this sudden change in demeanor. Rose dropped the shirt to the ground swaying her hips deliciously as she took a few steps back towards him. She climbed on top of his lap giving him a few kisses, and the Doctor's hands came to grab at her hips. Rose grabbed the Doctor's hands from her hips forcing them to stay on the couch. She gave him a twinkling devious look that obviously spoke of, 'no touching'. She released her grip on his arms satisfied that they remained where she had placed them. She looked satisfied at the Doctor as his adam's apple bobbed in anticipation. Rose slowly lowered her mouth to his ear. Nipping and licking at it, she was rewarded with a needy gasp from the Doctor. She felt his arms jolt as he tried to keep them on the sofa and resist the urge to wrap them around her. She gave his earlobe another nip before pulling back slightly. The Doctor's entire body had tensed with the stress of trying to stay still under her delicious torture.

"How about," Rose began her breath hot and heavy in his ear, "We save the infirmary till the morning, and as a reward, I'll give you that strip tease you have been begging for." She said this punctuating her words with a hard grind of her hips against his. Her subconscious again screamed at her in anger over her actions, but something about how the Doctor was right now just made her even more bold then she normally would be.

"I think that you may have made yourself a deal." The Doctor said his voice husky with want. Rose leaned down to give his lips a quick peck before tossing back on her shirt, moving to another chair, and turning on the TV.

"But not now. Tomorrow. In the TARDIS." She said delighted in her hold over him. The Doctor was looking at her breathlessly and confused. Rose smirked the corner of her lips turning up. The Doctor caught sight of it realizing how badly he had been teased. If she wanted to play, he could play along. He got up and placed his hands on her shoulders before lowering his mouth to whisper in her ear.

"Very well, Miss Tyler, I believe you just earned yourself a very thorough check up tomorrow morning." He said his voice dripping with lust, and Rose's face turned crimson. Tomorrow was going to be very interesting.


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