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Summary: Rose/10.5 mush stuff.

Pairings: Duh! Rose/10.5.

Rating: K

Genre: Drama

Chapter Summary: Rose has an unfortunate event put on her, but can't find it in her to tell anyone.

Okay, this part one of a two parter. But I should tell you its not the, uh, proposal you heard about in the other chappy. That isn't for a few chapters…

(Re-entered with two chapters merged, coz there seemed no point of four chapters rambling about it. So now this bit's a two parter.)

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Rose walked down the narrow street, humming tunelessly to herself as she swung her bag back and forth beside her. It was a bright, sunny Friday, and she was on her way home from Torchwood, looking forward to spending the weekend with her boyfriend. The street was almost deserted except for herself and a man a little younger than herself walking some meters behind her.

She smiled as she thought of the rather nice day she'd had. The doctor had left a little earlier than usual, but other than that she had completed everything that needed doing and was looking forward to the warm weekend that would be spent with the Doctor… they were going away together to a hotel in Florida. It was going to be brilliant, and all paid for curtsey of Torchwood, as a little thank you for everything.

She couldn't wait… just him, and her. Who knows… they might even leave the bedroom. She grinned at that thought and continued to hum happily. She was so consumed in her own thoughts she didn't notice the lad behind her was closer to her that before until his hand touched her back. She felt a shiver run down her as she turned and met his gaze. His eyes were a dark grey, though the hood of his coat that he had on despite the warm weather mostly covered his features.

She was about to quicken her pace when, without warning, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.

"Hey!" she cried out.

"Give me your bag!" he ordered, his grip tightening.

"You must be joking!" she yelled, struggling away from him. He was getting angry but she didn't care; she had seen werewolf's, and the devil, ghosts and slitheen; there was no way she was giving in to an out-of-control chav, looking for some spare change.

Then he got out the knife.

"Give me it now !" he screamed, grabbing the bag and pulling at it so she would let go. The knife in his hand went threateningly to her throat and she stumbled backwards, letting the bag go in the process.

The rogue took his chance and ran off with the handbag, though not before pushing Rose to the floor.

Rose winced as she felt a sudden pain in her right hand as it hit the ground and turned to see it had landed hard right on some broken glass. She looked up and watched as the man ran up the road and turned the corner out of sight. She swallowed, feeling something grow in the back of throat, whist also feeling slightly numb. Had she just been mugged?

She managed to stand to her feet. Spots of blood dotted the concrete ground and she saw it was from her bleeding hand. She held it in her left hand, but winced as the pain throbbed harder at her touch. Breathing heavily, Rose stood in the deserted street. Tears pricked her eyes, and guilt washed over, as her eyes grew wetter; of all the time and space she had seen, and she was crying, defeated by an angry thief.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and headed home. Not much were in the bag… just her phone, some bits and pieces, and about twenty quid. No point telling anyone what an idiot she was for letting a thief take off with her things and make her cry. No, she decided, she wouldn't tell the Doctor. It would be fine. She was okay…

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Rose went over to the kitchen sink as soon as she was back home, running her bloody hand under the tap. She winced as the freezing liquid hit the wound, stinging her skin. As she stared through the running water at the cut she noticed how it now didn't look as bad as felt. It had melted to a narrow red line across her palm, from the bottom of her forefinger to the start of her wrist. Not so bad, she decided.

Just then she heard footsteps down the hallway, and to her dismay the Doctor appeared in the doorway. "Hello," he chirped. "Didn't hear you come in." He walked toward her, intending to give her a loving hug, only to stop when he saw her hand under the tap. "What's that?" His voice was heavy with concern, as he waltzed forward to look at the cut on her hand.

"Oh." Rose looked up at the Doctor as he took her hand from under the tap. "Nothin', I just…" she hesitated and watched him as he frowned at her hand. Should she tell him? It was stupid, but she almost felt embarrassed; Rose Tyler, defender of the earth, defeated by a little boy hiding behind a blade. Rose looked away. "…I tripped," she finished lamely.

"Tripped?" he repeated questioningly, as he held her hand.

"Yeah," she muttered, her eyes looking anywhere but his face. She had never realised how difficult lying to the Doctor was. But then, she'd never had to lie to him before. This was stupid; he was the Doctor, he loved her – had so said so – she loved him, and yet here she was lying to him like a silly child.

"Well, hold on a second, it's still bleeding, I think there's a first aid kit upstairs," the Doctor said quickly. He led her to sit at the kitchen table, before he was off in search of the first aid kit. Rose placed her hand on the table as he left. He was right; it was still bleeding, her hand was getting quickly covered in the sticky red stuff again.

The Doctor returned less than thirty seconds later with a heavy first aid box in his hands. He placed it on the table and sat beside her, opening it up and taking out bandages. He took her hand and cleaned the wound before placing bandage over it, blood seeped through immediately, but then he wrapped it around tightly, locking up the gash. Rose watched him all the while he did this. His face was deep in concentration, as well as etched with concern.

He leaned back when done, shooting Rose a grin. "You are clumsy, aren't you? What did you do, just fall right onto some glass?"

She looked down at the table. "Yeah, something like that."

He grinned, "Anywho, are you all packed and ready. Leaving in a few hours aren't we."

At first Rose simply stared at him in confusion. Then epiphany hit when she remembered; …Florida… romantic getaway… him and her… this weekend. "Oh! Yeah, uh… yeah, just about," she said, smiling a smile that couldn't quite reach her eyes as she tried and failed to share his enthusiasm.

Needless to say, he noticed. "You okay Rose you seem a little…"

"What?" Rose looked up, startled by his suspicions.

"Distracted," he admitted.

"I'm fine," she muttered.

"You sure?" He pressed his hand to her belly. "This little guy or girl doing alright?"

"Yeah, fine. We're both fine," Rose nodded solemnly. She looked up to see him staring at her and before she could quickly look away again his gaze caught hers. She found herself staring into his eyes, and the urge to tell him everything had suddenly never been so strong. "Doctor?" she began.

"Yes Rose?" he leaned closer, his gaze intense... too intense. She looked away.

"Nothing." Rose stood up. "I'm gonna get the rest of my stuff packed." And she left without another word.