Jackie fussed about them sleeping in the TARDIS that night and the Doctor dreaded to think what she'd say if she knew they were going to sleep in the same bed.
"We'll be fine mum," Rose replied trying to sound casual. "It's just that the TARDIS makes noises and I can't sleep without them now."
The Doctor remembered the first night Rose ever spent in the TARDIS. She'd complained non-stop the next morning that the TARDIS made too many noises and it was only when he made her a cup of tea that she'd shut up. Course within the space of two more nights she'd become accustomed to the noises and when the Doctor suggested making the TARDIS quieter Rose had told him there was no need.
Rose helped the Doctor limp down to the TARDIS, all the while feeling the beady stare of her mother on her neck. The Doctor's bruises were still visible despite the fact that they'd cleaned off the blood and there were still some very nasty cuts.
Rose felt sick every time she looked at him. She couldn't bear to think about the fact that it was her fault he was hurt.
As they entered the TARDIS the Doctor muttered something about changing into his own pyjamas and Rose was left with the Doctor's now clean clothes in the console room.
She put his long coat and pinstriped suit down on the chair that was in the console room and then put a hand on the console itself.
"I don't if there's anything you can do, but please help me get rid of these nanites if you can," Rose whispered to the Time ship. "I can't go on hurting the Doctor."
The TARDIS chattered and Rose knew she'd understood. She stroked the ship fondly.
"Thanks," she smiled to herself.
"Thanks for what?" Asked the Doctor, limping back in, wearing a pair of dark blue pyjama's covered with silver moons. Rose stared at him. He looked even more gorgeous in them even though she could see how badly hurt he was.
"Nothing," she said finally. "I was just talking to the TARDIS."
"Ah yeah," the Doctor patted the console. "She's a good listener."
"I like your pyjama's," Rose said after a moment, turning ever so slightly pink. The Doctor grinned.
"What sort you got?" He asked. Rose pondered for a second, deciding which pyjama's she was going to put on.
"I've got some black ones with gold stars on," she said. "We'll go together then."
The Doctor rolled his eyes.
"You women, always thinking about what goes and what doesn't," he said tutting.
"I don't have to wear them…" Rose said slightly deflated.
"No, Rose, I didn't mean…" he paused. "I'm sure they'll look fantastic."
Rose smiled weakly.
"I'll go get changed then," she said, heading for the door.
"I've got something for you when you get back," he said and she glanced back nodding.
The Doctor sighed once she was gone. He looked up at the TARDIS.
"She asked you for help didn't she?" The Doctor said quietly. The TADIS pinged. "If only it were that easy."
He made some hot chocolate whilst Rose was gone and when she returned handed her a mug with a couple of marshmallows thrown in.
"Thanks," she said grinning properly for the first time that day.
"You know I said I had something for you?" The Doctor began.
"Yeah?" Rose said, blowing on her hot chocolate and looking at him curiously.
"Well…" he paused and pulled out what looked like a red version of the Sonic Screwdriver. "This is in case you find that one day your creations get so powerful that they start to hurt you. It's only a got the basic functions, but one of them is like a mental shield. They can't touch you if you use it."
Rose took it from him, her fingers brushing over his as she did so.
"But…" she swallowed. "You need it more than I do."
"I can't use it," he said. "It's a mental thing, it'll only work on the person who creates them."
Rose looked down at the red sonic screwdriver before pocketing it and throwing her arms round the Doctor, bursting into tears.
"I'm sorry," she said sobbing onto his shoulder.
"Hey," he said, stumbling slightly. "It's fine. Not your fault, yeah?"
"But it is," Rose moaned.
"Rose," he pulled her back slightly so he could look at him. "I know you would never intentionally hurt me, ok?"
She didn't answer, just sobbed.
"Ok?" The Doctor said again. Rose nodded. "I think you're tired. C'mon, bed."
Rose didn't want to go, but didn't protest when the Doctor led her by the hand towards the TARDIS depths. They didn't stop at Rose's room instead they wandered down the corridor until they came to a room with a double bed in it.
"Which side do you wanna sleep on?" The Doctor asked smiling weakly.