Dislcaimer: I don't own doctor who cries hysterically

AN - This is the second last chapter of 'To You I Belong'.

I hope you enjoy it. I kinda skipped the bit where we find out exactly how the doctor saved the day coz its a bit too difficult for me. More of the doctor arguing with himself. Some nice fluff and padding, hope you don't mind. enjoy!

Chapter 14 - Concussed and still beautiful

Blinking slowly through heavy eyelids, Rose came back into consciousness. She raised herself up onto her elbows and stared blearily around the room. The room seemed to be emitting a faint green light that kept it warm and comfortable. It smelt vaguely of antiseptic and plaster of Paris and Rose guessed that she was in a sick bay of sorts. Feeling suddenly very ill, she rolled over and was spectacularly sick into a silver bucket that was strategically placed right next to the sterile white bed. Feeling marginally relieved Rose decided that she was well enough to stand.

She swung her legs clumsily over the edge of the bed and placed her soft feet on the ground. She looked down and realised that she wasn't wearing any shoes. Her feet felt the cold grating of the floor and suddenly memories came flooding back to her. She was clearly in the Tardis. She had been following the doctor's instructions when she fell and lost consciousness. She reached up and felt an almighty lump on her head, just above her left eye. It seemed to be free of congealed blood, in fact it was bandaged most proficiently. Rose couldn't remember doing that, it must've been the doctor.

Oh my god, the doctor! Did it work? Where is he? I hope he's okay. Wait, if he had time to de-shoe me, carry me to the infirmary and tend to this stupid lump on my forehead, he MUST be okay. Wow, Rose you really can be an idiot sometimes. Although, in your defence you have just come out of a concussion. Am I talking to myself in the first or third person? I'm thinking, not talking. What? Oh, so this is how it feels to come out of a concussion; downright confused and befuddled.

Rose decided at that point to put an end to the pointless ramblings of her own mind and go in search of the doctor. However, her body decided differently and as soon as she took a step forward, her legs collapsed right out from under her and she fell to a heap on the ground. She cried out with shock and then sat, dumbfounded, on the cold hard floor. And began to cry.

Rose felt so confused and frustrated, she just let the tears course down her cheeks, dimly noting that all her mascara had already worn off so she needn't worry about getting a streaky face. Then, much to her joy, the door opened and the doctor rushed, concern all over his face.

"Rose, what's wrong? Are you dizzy, nauseous?" he knelt down beside her, wrapping his right arm across her shoulders and grasping her left hand warmly in his own. He swivelled around so that he was examining her face. Even when she suffered concussion she still woke up looking beautiful.

The bandages didn't need changing - he had done a very good job indeed - and there was no bruising to be seen on her delicate features. He gave her the once over, allowing his eyes to linger a little longer on some places than others, coming to rest on her eyes. She looked up at him with those dark brown orbs, her pupils large and dark in the dim green light.

"I'm okay, really," she managed bravely, "just slipped, that's all"

"Are you sure? Concussion can be rather nasty business," he gestured to the silver bucket, "I don't want you to move until you're ready"

"No really, I'm feeling a lot better now that you're here", she blushed, having let the words slip out before she could stop them.

"So, um, what happened? I mean where are we? Did it work?"

"Well, I stabilized the alternate rift and sealed the breach - again, but who knows how long that will last. And now we are in the Tardis, hiding safely in the vortex, waiting for you to get better so that we can get back to the good old days. Shiver n shake and all that", he added grinning.

"So, that's it then? We're back in our universe?", she said, looking around as if expecting to see something indicative of their universe, like her old flat at the Powell Estate or an abandoned Canary Wharf.

"Technically yes, but we're neither here nor there. We're not in the void, don't worry," he added, catching the look of fear that graced Rose's features, "but I just thought I'd take you somewhere special before we went back to 21st century London. What do you say?"

"Sure. I'll just get changed. I saw that you kept my room exactly the same. Thanks" and with that Rose got up and padded slowly out of the room, the doctor's eyes following her every move.

Back in her bedroom, Rose riffled through her drawers trying to find something appropriate to wear. It had to be comfortable and ready for action because, quite frankly, she never knew what was going to happen when she was with the doctor. Last time they had tried to take a joy ride to a concert in the 70's they had encountered a werewolf and inadvertently started Torchwood. Later on they had been aiming for a 50s Elvis appearance when Rose had had her face sucked off by an insanely hungry alien, the Wire. Then, when they had visited the 2012 Olympics, again 'for fun', they had almost been destroyed by a graphite squiggle and an isolus. So really it was no wonder that Rose felt the need to be prepared.

This time, however, she also wanted to look, well, pretty. The doctor had said that he wanted to show her something and this sounded important. Usually he didn't give her warnings, he'd just take her there and impress her on the spot, so this was an unusual occurrence in itself. In fact, if Rose wasn't very much mistaken, the doctor might be preparing to say what she'd needed to hear for a very long time now. And who was she to spoil the moment?

Deciding on a fairly low-cut singlet top made of blue shimmering material with her comfy, hip-hugging black pants and boots, Rose reapplied her make up and brushed out her hair, feeling nervous for the first time about seeing her doctor.

Meanwhile, in the control room, the doctor was pacing back and forth.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! She's recovering from a concussion, she should be resting not gallivanting around the universe with me! Sure, I actually have a set destination this time but that's not the problem. What do I say, what can I say?

You know what to say, said that annoying voice in his head, You're just too chicken.

Am not!

Are too, that's why you're so stressed. Since when do you pace, doctor - usually you just tweak bit of the Tardis when you're bored or nervous, but this is different isn't it?

Shut it! I know what I have to do, I just don't know if I can.

'Course you can. Stop being such a commitment-phobe.

Is this me arguing with myself again?

Yes.

Gee, I must be crazy.

In a word, yes. But don't take it personally.

Thanks, now go away. I have a companion to impress.

And with that, the doctor set the coordinates and the Tardis began to travel towards its destination.

AN - the next chapter is the last one here's a preview:

"Oh wow, that's, that's… oh doctor, it's beautiful!" cried Rose, walking over to him so that she could admire the view. Sorely tempted to say that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, the doctor had to concentrate all his efforts on not falling out the Tardis doors in shock.

It's a tad corny huh? but i hope you like it all the same. Please please review :)