Disclaimer: No I don't! - Storms off in a huff -
Summary: Rose/10.5 mush stuff.
Pairings: Duh! Rose/10.5.
Rating: K
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Chapter Summary: Rose and the Doctor talk about that man who brought them together…
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Rose stared out of their bedroom window; her head slumped on her shoulder. He watched from the bed, book open in front of him but not looking at it. She had a faraway look in her eye.
Quite suddenly, out of nowhere, she asked, "Do you think he's okay?"
The Doctor stared at her. He knew whom she meant, but that didn't mean he was very comfortable talking about it. "I'm sure he's fine," the Doctor told her flatly.
"But…" She stared up at the stars. It was late. "What if he's… what if he's not?"
"He is. I always was, so he was always will be."
Rose looked round at him, watching as he stared down at the book in his hands, though his eyes didn't move across the page. "But you don't know."
The Doctor sighed and looked up at her, meeting her gaze. "He is though. He'll… he'll go on. I always did, and he always will."
Rose nodded numbly and looked back at the stars, even though she knew he wasn't up there… he was in a whole other place. Then again, looking back to the bed, he was also just a few meters away.
The Doctor was watching her. He closed his book, took off his new glasses, and put them on the side. "Come here."
She wondered away from the windowsill and climbed into bed next to her boyfriend. Snuggling in the covers next to him, she rested her head against his chest, hearing the single beat of his heart.
"I'm sorry," she said into his chest.
He looked at her. "Why?"
She peered up at him, eyes slightly wet. "Sometimes… I miss him… and the TARDIS… and things… he had – you had."
The Doctor stared at her, and nodded. He pulled her closer into the hug. "I know… I miss things too."
They held each other. They could miss things together, and they would be okay.
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AN: Yeah, slightly different from the others. But my writing usually ends up reflecting my mood… so; it'll be like that.