A/N: Okay, I know it's been a while since I last updated, but now I've got a week off school and two maybe three days before I leave town. I'm hoping to get the next two instalments up then. Dedicated to rosetylerrox because you're a darl.
When Rose Tyler wanted something, she usually got it. When the Doctor wanted something, he had to grovel, and even then he never really got what he wanted.
When Rose Tyler decided to end her relationship with the Doctor, it was the hardest thing she knew she'd ever have to do. When the Doctor respected her wishes, his hearts shattered, and even huge amounts of duct tape couldn't fix them.
It might be worthwhile to mention that, although their romantic involvement in the other had impeded, the Doctor and Rose still continued on their merry way. Seeing other planets, saving distant worlds. Visiting triumphant times in history. They're friendship hadn't wavered in the slightest and although there were awkward moments, Rose and the Doctor, brushed them off without another thought.
The Doctor went to bed that night, his hearts still heavy. For weeks he'd been trying to think of a way to win Rose back. Now, he understood her reasoning for ending their relationship, but it still didn't make it any easier. Often, in the early hours of the morning, when the Doctor awoke, he would make a pit stop by Rose's bedroom and watch her sleep. She was so peaceful and it took all his might to stop himself from going in there and lying next to her. Still, he persisted in resisting her, even when there were days when he thought the pressure might make him crack. His emotions weren't to get involved in anything anymore.
'Just think what would happen if you lost her?' he kept telling himself.
His enemies had first tried to harm Rose because she was an easy target, but if they knew of their relationship, they would have spared no hesitation in killing her. The constant fear of losing Rose haunted his dreams every night and knew he was doing the right thing.
IOIOIOIOIRose had begun having doubts about ending her relationship with the Doctor. She'd been putting on a brave face and although at first it was an awkward situation, they loosened up again and Rose couldn't help feel lost again. The part of her heart where the Doctor filled it had been hollowed out again the second she'd heard him leave her room that night. Of course there had been times when she wanted to throw herself at the Doctor, and times when she wanted him to tell her it was just a phase and everything would be all right. Except, it wasn't a phase, it was real. Rose had tried to distract herself with pretty boys from different places and times, but nothing cured her. She could see the jealousy in the Doctor's eyes and the envious air about him. Some days, she considered going home, just to ease the pain, but then rebutted that thought with the thought of never seeing the Doctor again, and that was a pain bigger in itself. At the end of the day, Rose still loved the Doctor with all her heart, but knew with dangers out there, threatening the lives of both of them, their vigil would have to remain strong.
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"Doctor, I've been thinking, and I can't keep doing this. I – I want you back. I need you back. Please," Rose's desperate voice wanted. He could hear it. Then, he would take her in his arms and make everything all right. They would go back to their room and any worries they might've had would be whisked away. They would be one again, and nothing could and would break them apart.
The Doctor awoke in a cold sweat. It hadn't been his usual nightmare, however his body must've just grown accustomed to waking at that time. For the first time in weeks, the Doctor had had a good night's sleep. The dream kept replaying in his mind, and he couldn't fight it anymore. '7:30' it wasn't too early then. Before he lost his nerve, the Doctor padded his way down to Rose's room – forgetting to put on his dressing gown.
"Rose," he said gently, "wake up, I need to tell you something."
Rose pulled the covers off her face and grumbled at the Doctor, "What time is it?"
"It's 7:30."
"Mmm, k, what'd you wanna say?" she replied sleepily, rolling over to return to her slumber.
"Rose, it's important," the Doctor said, adjusting his tone ever so slightly, so it sounded almost uptight and impatient. It was one of the many tricks he'd perfected over his life.
"Okay, I'm listening, what is it that couldn't possibly wait until a decent hour?"
For a second, the Doctor contemplated lying about what she wanted for breakfast, but reassured himself, ' you've faced Daleks, Cybermen, Slitheen, and you're afraid of this human girl and your emotions. The worst she can say is no.'
"Rose, I – I can't do this any longer."
"Do what?"
"This, the dancing around the subject, the playing, the flirting, and all the while hating the awkwardness of it. I can't continue."
"Doctor, we separated because it was for the best."
"Yeah, and you know I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you. But, I can't live like this either. You're the first I've given into. There was lust and flirting, but I fought it. I never opened up before like this. Rose, I want you. No, I need you. I'm a mess Rose. Please, don't leave me this way."
Dun Dun Dun! Another cliffhanger. Well, sort of. Will she, won't she? Thanks again guys, you're keeping this story alive! It now has a mind of its own, as do all the other ideas that are popping up at random times… Now, it's feeding time, please feed the review monster and I apologise for not replying as much, it's just I've been flat out what with exams….
