Without a further thought, the Doctor rushed to Rose's room. He barged through the door and ran to her side, sitting on the edge of her bed. Rose was asleep, but she was flinching wildly and moaning pitifully, her breath coming out in irregular gasps.

"Rose," he whispered, shaking her shoulder. "Rose."

Her mouth opened in a loud groan.

"Rose!"

Her eyes flew open as she cried out, her head jerking upward. She saw the Doctor and stared at him, her brown eyes wide as dinner plates, as if she couldn't believe he was actually there.

"Rose…are you all right?" he asked, frightened by Rose's expression. Realizing she was now awake, Rose relaxed, resting her head on her arm.

"Rose?" the Doctor prodded. "What's wrong?"

Silently, Rose shook her head, staring quietly at the floor. The Doctor frowned.

"If something was wrong, you would tell me, wouldn't you?"

Rose glanced at him…then nodded. The Doctor's eyebrows furrowed. Humans, he scoffed. How easily they lie.

"All right," he said instead, chosing to ignore her obvious lie. "I'll see you in the morning." With that, he got up and walked out the room, keeping an eye on her silent figure until he shut the door.

XxXxX

The next morning Rose threw on some clothes and walked out the room, stumbling slightly. She had been awake since the Doctor had come into her room. She'd practically refused to fall back asleep. She wobbled to the kitchen and sat at the table, massaging her temples.

"Eggs?" the Doctor asked. Rose looked up to see him at the stove with an apron over his beloved leather jacket. Rose smiled slightly.

"Sure," she replied.

"How'd you like 'em?"

She shrugged. "Scrambled."

"Scrambled it is."

As silence filled the kitchen save the hissing of the frying pan cooking the eggs, Rose's thoughts drifted to her dream last night…or, more accurately, her nightmare. Goosebumps shot up her spine as the final image filled her mind's eye, but then she remembered the immediate image that had followed: the Doctor's face, caring and worried. Rose smiled. That had calmed her jumping nerves more than anything else could have.

"Your eggs, Madame," the Doctor said, scooping the eggs on a plate in front of Rose. Rose looked up and locked eyes with the Time Lord. The Doctor stopped with the eggs and sat in front of her, not able to look away from her gaze. Rose blushed, looking down at her eggs, then frowned.

"You have ketchup?"

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Ketchup?" he repeated.

"Yeah, for my eggs."

The Doctor smiled, amused. "In the fridge."

Rose got up and retrieved the ketchup, squirting the red flavoring over her bright yellow eggs. Then she sat back down. She stared at her food for a moment before the Doctor spoke.

"Sleep well?"

Rose looked up and glared at him. "I think you know the answer to that."

The Doctor shrugged. "You were having a bad dream," he guessed. "What was it about?"

Rose looked back to her eggs.

"Rose…why don't you trust me?"

Rose looked back up to him, shocked. How could he think that?

"I dotrust you!"

The Doctor frowned. A high pitched beep emitted from a speaker and the Doctor glared at it.

"Stay here," he said, getting up and rushing to the control room. Rose turned back to her still untouched eggs. The mix of neon yellow and bold red didn't seem as appealing as it had earlier. She got up and scooped it into the sink, turning on the drain and watching as the concoction swirled into the sewage pumps.

"Mornin,'" came a low voice from the door. Rose turned to see a half-asleep Jack at the doorway.

"Morning," she replied, not looking him in the eye. Jack frowned.

"You okay?" he asked, coming up behind her. She sighed and turned around.

"I'm fine," she said unconvincingly. Jack rose his eyebrows.

"Bad dream?" he prodded. Rose glared at him. Jack smiled jestingly.

"Was I in it?"

Rose's glare intensified.

"Was the Doctor in it?"

Rose's glare was so harsh, tears were forming in her eyes. Jack noticed and his jesting mood vanished.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, stroking her cheek. Suddenly the Doctor rushed in the room. He glared at how close Jack and Rose were but decided to ignore it for the time being.

"We have a problem," he stated. Jack pulled away from Rose and smiled.

"Since when do we not?"

The Doctor glared at him. "I'm serious. The TARDIS has stalled and landed in prehistoric times. I've tried to get us out, but she's not cooperating."

Rose frowned. "Prehistoric? 'S in…dinosaurs?"

The Doctor sighed. "Yes, Rose. There are dinosaurs outside the TARDIS at this very moment."

Jack looked awed. "Cool."

The Doctor glared at him…again.

"No, Captain Jack, not 'cool.'"

Unexpectedly, the entire TARDIS rocked violently, throwing the three companions various directions. The Doctor looked at Jack with a see-what-I-mean expression and went on,

"In fact, it's quite the opposite of 'cool.'"

A/N: I love reviewers and live for constructive criticism!