Title: Memory.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who property of Russell T Davies.
Summary: The Doctor's memories are haunting him and he's having trouble trying to decide whether or not to stay with Rose as she discovers his past.
Author's note: Erm, mainly fluff at the start. Plot now starting! Continuation from never forget. And in this Doomsday happened but she wasn't pulled from the lever.
The doctor groaned, stirring, his head pounding with an awful headache. He placed a hand to his temples, sitting up slowly, the world spinning around him. Focusing, he looked around. Where was Rose? Glancing at the clock, he winced. 2 PM. He had slept in by quite a bit. "Rose?" HE murmured, looking around him, finding no trace of her. He stood, swaying slightly, and left the room. He headed to Rose's room, fighting the feeling of being sick.
Opening the door quietly, he saw her asleep, facing him, her face tearstained with mascara that had run. His eyes widened. What had he said, when he was drunk? The Doctor sighed softly, closing the door softly and turning away, eyes downcast.
When Rose awoke, she left her room, just wiping her stained makeup away and changing into a dirty jeans and top. She found the Doctor in the tv room, silently peeling a cheesestring into tiny pieces. She looked in at him, and he looked incredibly downcast. His eyes were drooping lower and lower, and he slowly flopped sideways onto the sofa, to all appearances asleep. She sat down on the sofa, stroking his hair off his face as he hadn't curled it up and it was soft and floppy, hanging into his eyes. The Doctor twitched, one eye opening, and saw her.
He snapped it shut. "Too late to pretend to be asleep?" he asked softly. She smiled despite herself. "yes" She murmured, wiping her eye as fresh tears began to form. "Doctor, why didn't you tell me?" She asked softly. He sighed, sitting up and wiping her tears away. She lent into his embrace. "I didn't want you to know. It's all in the past, Rose. I love you, now. That's what matters." He stroked her hair from her face, kissing her softly on her lips.
Several hours passed, Rose curled up, head on the Doctor's chest. He was stroking her hair systematically, feeling sleepier every passing minute. Then, without warning, the TARDIS shook, throwing both of them to the floor. Rose cried out, whacking her head painfully against the metal. The Doctor helped her up and they dashed to the console room, hardly able to stand upright.
The TARDIS juddered again and Rose slipped, her reflexes too slow to catch onto the Doctor and she went down, whacking her head hard against the long metal rail that ran round the console room. She cried out in pain, almost hitting the floor, vision blurred as she felt strong arms around her, lifting her- she saw the Doctor's concerned face in front of her and heard his words through a rushing noise in her ears.
"We're gonna crash!" his words were muffled. She felt a warm trickle down the side of her head, and felt someone wipe it off, wincing at the touch. "Rose?" There was a shudder and they fell down, the Doctor holding her, on his knees. She felt her hands warm in his clasp and then they gripped cold metal. The pole. "Hold on, Rose! I have to control the TARDIS!" He called, leaping up and darting around the console, somehow managing to stay upright. He slid, then scrambled up, trying desperately to control the TARDIS. But it was out of his control.
Then, with a resound smashing noise, the TARDIS hit the floor. Rose was thrown clear, smashing into the wall and the Doctor lifted slightly, feeling one arm ricochet off the pole before a burning pain and the world fading into darkness.
A/N: He isn't dead, don't worry. But what about Rose…? Muahaha. Me luff the evil cliffhangers. Daily updates!