Rose sat on the chair in the console room and yawned widely. She and the Doctor had spent all day on the planet from which you could see Gallifrey and though it had been very relaxing and they hadn't done anything strenuous she was still tired out.
The Doctor was tinkering with the TARDIS, fixing things that didn't really need to be fixed and cursing every so often in ancient Gallifreyan. His injuries had all but healed and the Doctor had had to explain to Rose that Time Lords mend much quicker than humans. Of course his hands were still scratched and singed from trying to mess with the TARDIS.
Rose had the feeling the TARDIS was sparking on purpose to try and get the Doctor to stop. She smiled to herself, lost in thought, and was only bought back down to earth by an indignant voice.
"What's that smug grin for?" The Doctor asked rubbing his hand and looking at Rose questioningly.
"Nothing," She said her grin growing as she tried not to laugh.
I think you've been awake too long," the Doctor decided standing up and stretching. Rose watched him shaking her head vigorously.
"Oh no," she said vehemently. "You're not getting rid of me."
"And why's that?" Asked the Doctor packing away the things he'd been using on the TARDIS.
"Because I've got a question for you," Rose said suddenly remembering something she'd meant to ask him earlier. The Doctor looked at her expectantly. "Am I still a were-wolf?"
The Doctor smiled slightly and shook his head.
"No," he said, leaning against the console. "I think you'll find that the Bad Wolf has got rid of that as well."
Rose nodded. It made sense, although part of her still didn't fully trust the Bad Wolf. The Doctor held out his hand to her and Rose looked up confused, but took it.
"You're going to bed," the Doctor said and instantly felt Rose resist.
"Aww, no," she complained as the Doctor pulled her along the TARDIS corridors.
"Yes," the Doctor said firmly, pausing to look at her. "After everything that's happened even I'm going to need a good night's sleep and that's saying something!"
Rose gave in and allowed the Doctor to lead her to her room. He waited whilst she went to the bathroom to change and clean her teeth. He knew he should trust her, but something told him if he left Rose wouldn't go to bed.
She came back out and reluctantly climbed into bed. He smiled at her for a moment and she stuck her tongue out at him.
"I'm not ten," she moaned.
"No, but you do act like one," the Doctor ducked as a pillow flew through the air. He straightened up only to be struck by another pillow. Rose giggled. "Well you can forget it if you think you're getting a good night kiss now!"
Rose knew he was only joking but it made her heart ache to think she might've missed out on a kiss from the Doctor. She smiled a little forcedly and lay down on her remaining pillows.
"Night Doctor," she said.
"Night Rose," the Doctor replied watching her as she fell asleep before finally tearing himself away from her doorway and heading for his own room.
He'd meant it when he said he was going to sleep. Despite giving off the assumption that he never slept, the Doctor did indeed need his sleep. Admittedly it was only about twice a month that he set foot near his bed, but when he did fall asleep not much could wake him.
Rose awoke several hours later. It was still dark and she guessed it must have been about three in the morning, though sometimes it was hard to tell. She sat up and rubbed her face wondering why she'd woken up. Usually she slept right through.
She glanced at the doorway, the last place she'd seen the Doctor and suddenly felt the strong urge to go and find him. He'd said he was going to be in bed as well, but she really needed to make sure the nanites were truly gone.
Swinging her legs out of bed she stood up and stretched, clad in her star covered pyjamas. She glanced at herself in the mirror on her bedside table and smiled slightly. The Doctor had once told her that he'd never met anyone who could look beautiful even if they'd just got up. She didn't have any of her make up on, but the way her hair framed her face made the Doctor stare which in turn made Rose blush.
She padded over to her doorway and wandered down the corridor towards the Doctor's bedroom. She'd only been there a few times, but she remembered exactly where it was.
She paused just outside and tapped on the door. When she got no answer she opened it and poked her head round. She could make out the shape of the Doctor sprawled across the bed, his chest rising and falling gently.
Rose smiled to herself and walked slowly towards the bed, careful not to make any noise. He looked so peaceful sleeping. No worries, no nightmares, nothing to destroy the tranquillity.
"Something wrong Rose?" Rose almost fell over as the Doctor spoke. She whacked him.
"Bloody hell!" She hissed. "There was no need for that!"
"Well you're the one creeping up to me in the middle of the night," the Doctor said opening his eyes to look at Rose. "What's up?"
Rose hesitated, unsure what to say now she was here. She hadn't meant to wake the Doctor up; she'd only wanted to check he was ok. Seeing her uncertainty the Doctor shuffled across the bed and gestured for her to sit down. She sat awkwardly biting her lip.
"I… uhh…" She paused and if it hadn't been dark the Doctor would've been able to see her face turn bright red. Although he could probably feel the heat radiating from her.
"What?" He asked, sitting up and edging closer. Rose took a deep breath.
"I came for my good night kiss," She said, pressing her lips to his before he could do anything. She pulled back after a second awkwardly.
"Oh," the Doctor looked at Rose for a moment, wondering whether she knew his hearts were thumping in his chest.
"Sorry," Rose said hoping that he wouldn't hate her for that. She made to stand up but the Doctor grabbed her wrist. She turned to look at him puzzled but he never saw the look because the next second he was kissing her again. The Doctor paused long enough to grin at her.
"Sorry for what?" He asked, but she didn't reply verbally. She missed the taste of his mouth too much.
The next morning Rose woke again to find that she hadn't left the Doctor's bed. Turning over she smiled at the peaceful look on his face. Closing her eyes again she found that sleeping in the same bed as the Doctor was so much nicer than sleeping on her own. She sought out his hand and squeezed it gently. He returned the gesture and made Rose smile more.
A.N: As you may have guessed this is the end. I was wondering whether I should leave it like this or write a sequel?