Author Note: ARGH! I keep forgetting to add an Author Note to thanks you guys for all your reviews. Hopefully now that I've got all my mistakes out of the way, and now that its getting onto the most important bit, you'll like it even more! So keep those reviews coming, thankyou and goodnight!

Oh and here's the next chapter too!

Rose didn't sleep much after that. She rose often from her bed and paced all about her room, her headache returning now and then in short, painful intervals. Eventually she wandered down to the kitchen to get a drink, alone with her thoughts - or so she believed.

"Hello," came a voice from the dark, and as soon as Rose got over the initial shock, she recognized the speaker. She turned the light on to see the Doctor sitting at the table, with his own glass of water.

"You can't sleep?" he asked gently, pulling out a chair for her to sit on too.

"No. I have too many things on my mind, I guess," she sighed as he got up and poured another glass for her.

"Are you worried about your Mum and Mikey?" he asked sympathetically as he handed it to her and sat down again.

"No. For once, they're the last things on my mind. Its just, all this business with Margaret...and...well I think Jack was right about us eating all that stuff at my Mum's."

"Yeah...its given me terrible indegestion," the Doctor winced, holding his stomach and Rose grinned. She took a sip of the water, and to her surprise it felt icy cold as it slid down her throat. She dipped a finger into it, but it felt like normal tap water. She took another sip, and again it was icy cold.

Her surprise must have shown on her face because the Doctor grinned. "The TARIDS thought ice cold water might help your head. How is it by the way?"

"It comes and goes," Rose admitted. "Although its not as bad as it was."

"You want something for it? I might have some aspirin somewhere? A little present your Mum gave me when you were showing Jack something."

"Well, that was nice of her," Rose said in surprise. She couldn't imagine Jackie being so generous, but the Doctor was already on his feet, turning out one of the cupboards over the sink.

Not only was the TARDIS bigger on the inside, but so was all it's cupboards. Rose had found that out when she'd played hide and seek with Jack the other day.

She'd run into the kitchen and decided that the cupboards were her only option, so she'd been prepared to squeeze herself in, but found that that hadn't been necessary because there had been pleanty of room. Enough for three people to fit comfortably inside, and still have room to move about too. The Doctor had found her a while later and after giving her a lecture about the kitchen not being a play area, had climbed in with her, and they'd had their own little picnic whilst Jack had run about the TARDIS looking for her...

The Doctor couldn't help but smile at that memory as he hunted now. He heard a thud behind him, and rolled his eyes. Rose must have knocked the magazines off the table again. She had a habit of doing that when she was angry or annoyed. Infact, you could garuantee that if something wound her up, the magazines would shoot across the kitchen in a flurry of pages, thanks to one angry swing of her arm.

"You can pick those up!" he said without turning round. He waited for her usual snappy reply, but when none came, he turned to look at her.

"ROSE!" he cried, dropping down beside her still form. She was lying on the floor, out cold, and when he lifted up her eyelids, her eyes were unfocused, but her pulse was normal, and she was breathing ok. However, she was shivering like mad and he couldn't think why. At first he thought she was faking it and the shivers were actually her attempts to stop herself from laughing. He took her glass of water from the table. "If she's faking this, she's gonna kill me!" he groaned before throwing it over her face. However, Rose didn't stir, and the Doctor quickly ruled out that she was faking.

"Rose, come on, wake up. Come on," he called gently as he lifted her head into his lap to get her a little more comfortable. He slapped her cheek gently and to his relief she groaned and her eyes flickered open. She looked confused at first as she looked up at him, then suddenly realised she was on the floor, scrambled to her feet, grabbed her head in pain and collapsed into her chair, groaning.

"You alright?" the Doctor asked anxiously as he crouched infront of her.

"Yeah. I don't know what came over me. I... Why am I all wet?" she took her hands away from her head and looked at him, frowning. Then she noticed the empty glass in his hand.

"Oh please tell me you didn't," she groaned, knowing full well he had.

"Sorry. I thought you were faking," he appologised, setting the glass on the table. "So what happened?"

"I don't know. The headache came back, and it was really painful...the next thing I know, everything's going dark, and then I wake up on the floor with your goofy face peering over me."

"Hey, I know my ears are a bit on the large side, but there's no need to be mean!" he joked. She allowed herself to smile a little, and relaxed as the headache went away slowly.

"I'm gonna go back to bed," she said at last.

"Good idea. You need to rest. I don't know whats wrong with you Rose, but you're not yourself."

"Thanks. That makes me feel so much better," she snapped, getting to her feet. The Doctor took her hand and led her back to her room.

However, halfway along the corridor, he felt a jerk on his hand. Looking round, he was alarmed to see Rose's knees buckle. She toppled to the floor again, her eyes rolling back inside her head, before closing. And there she lay, out cold again.

"Oh this isn't natural!" the Doctor murmered as he scooped her up gently and carried her back to her room. "What's up with you Rose. Why won't you tell me what's going on."

He layed her on her bed and sat with her until she woke again at least ten minutes later. Now he was deeply concerned. In the space of twenty minutes she had fainted twice. This was no ordinary cold that she had, and he was determined to find out the cause to her illness as soon as he could.

As soon as he was convinced that she was going to be alright, and that she was safely asleep again, he went down to the medical ward and started gathering several pieces of equipment onto a trolley. He was determined to find out what was wrong with Rose, no matter how much she'd protest that she was fine. However, he hoped that her recent blackouts would convince her to at least admit something was wrong, and hopefully get her to stay in her bed and rest.

How wrong he was!