Disclaimer: Afraid not... not yet, anyway. Mwahaha.

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.

(Edited and re-entered. Sorry, wanted two chapters on this, instead of four)

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"Where are you going?"

The Doctor spun round and frowned at her. "Well, I thought we were going to Florida, or was that just something that spun into my head from my own imagination?"

Rose rolled her eyes. "Well, if you wanna get there, we might wanna go that way. You know, towards the plane." She tried to point through the airport, towards their leaving gate, but a throbbing pain in her bandaged hand stopped her. She winced.

"You okay?" the Doctor asked concerned.

"Yeah," she muttered, and grabbed his arm with the hand that was in no pain. "C'mon, I'll show you where we go. You'd think, after nine hundred years you'd know how to board a plane wouldn't you?"

The Doctor nodded as he was dragged through the crowds of tourists. "You'd think," he agreed mockingly. He rolled his eyes in her direction as they added themselves to a long queue. "Honestly, do you think I've never been to an airport after living for over nine hundred years?"

"Seems like it," Rose said, deciding not to put in that really he'd only been living for about three months. He probably wouldn't take it well, and actually she didn't like thinking about it either to be honest.

"Well I have Miss Tyler, and I know exactly what I'm doing. I'll show you, as soon as we reach the front of the queue..."

Rose wasn't really listening though, her eyes were scattered down to her bandaged hand, deep in thought. She hadn't told him... and the guilt was starting to eat at her. The longer she left it, the harder it got.

"Rose?"

She looked up, the sound of her name startling her. "What?"

His brow crinkled, under annoyance to the fact that she hadn't been listening to him. "I said, where's your hand luggage?"

"It's right here," said Rose, holding up an old bag with a few of her necessities in it.

The Doctor frowned, "I thought you were bringing that other bag? The new one?"

Rose's eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know that?"

"You may not pay attention to me when I'm talking about things unimportant Rose, but I pay attention to you when you do the same."

"Oh, well, I, uh, forgot it," Rose stumbled, peeping her head around the crowd to check the front of the queue.

The Doctor sighed, "You wolly." He rolled his eyes over dramatically, but still grinned at her, clearly excited for their trip. She gave a tiny smile back, a little half hearted. But he didn't notice, he suddenly gasped, "Oh damn it! Can you pass your phone, I forgot to tell Pete the coordinates on that alien tech he wanted me to de-code. I said I would before we left."

"Why can't you use yours?"

"I forgot it," he admitted sheepishly.

Rose looked down at the floor; she didn't have her mobile phone of course, the thief had probably sold it for twenty quid and some cigarettes by now.

"Where is it then?" the Doctor persisted.

"I don't have mine either," she admitted.

The Doctor sighed. " What are we meant to do without a phone?" He shook his head, but then Rose's face caught his eye and he frowned. She was staring at him, biting her lip. "Rose?" he said, hesitantly. "What is it?"

Rose sighed; she was going to tell him. Not now, of course, not in the middle of a queue to the leaving gate on the way to Florida. But the softness of his eyes would drive her mad if she didn't day something soon. She gave him a small smile. "On the plane," she said quietly. "I need to tell you something."

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"What was it you wanted to tell me?" His voice wasn't pushing, but Rose could tell how curious he was.

She stared out of the plane window and swallowed before turning to look at him. She held her bandaged hand close to her chest, her eyes meeting his in a bid to make it easier to get it out. "I didn't…" she hesitated, and swallowed again.

"It's okay," the Doctor said quickly, as he brought his arm around her. "I won't be mad, whatever it is."

Rose gave a small laugh, "I think you're more likely to just be disappointed."

The Doctor held her closer. "Why would you think that?"

She looked away, down at the littered plane floor, as she spoke. "I… haven't been completely honest with you."

He frowned. "Oh?" he said softly.

She held up her injured hand, "I didn't trip up." There was a pause and she bit her lip, as the Doctor waited patiently. "I didn't wanna tell you coz its stupid, and shouldn't mater that much, and you'll think less of me," she said in a rush.

The Doctor looked shocked, "I could never think less of you."

Rose stared at the seat in front. "When I was walkin' home from work, this guy… in a hoody, jumped me, and told me to give him my bag. I didn't at first… but then he got a knife…" she stopped, and swallowed the lump in her throat. "He pushed me to the floor, and ran off with it," she said plainly.

She could feel the Doctor's eyes boring into her, but she didn't look his way until she heard him speak quietly, "Why didn't you tell me?" His voice was full of some emotion he was trying to hide, and she hoped to dear god it wasn't anger at her. She looked at his eyes, and they softened at her glance.

"'Cause I thought you'd think less of me. Rose Tyler, defeated by a little boy with a sharp blade." She looked away. "'It's embarrassin'," she finally admitted, blinking her eyes furiously, as, to her horror, she found tears threatening to overflow.

"Rose," he said softly, and she turned, the power of his voice bringing her eyes to his. "I could never think any less of you." He took her injured hand in his, "You should have told me."

"I know," she whispered. "I'm sorry."

He shook his head and brushed her cheek with his lips, "It's okay." His brow furred, "What did he look like?" The Doctor's voice was stern, and with forced calm when he thought about the thief.

"Dunno, little bigger than me," she admitted. "Couldn't really see much of his face 'cause of the hoody, I think his hair was black though. Why?" She looked up at him through hazy brown eyes.

He looked back at her, jaw tight, and eyes black but softening on her. "Let's just say the idiot is lucky there's hundreds of miles between us both," he muttered darkly.

"Doctor," Rose put her uninjured hand to his jaw line. "Don't you go scarin' bad kids for me."

He smiled gently and kissed the tip of her finger as it ran over his lips. "Rose, I'd do anything for you."

She smiled at him. "In that case don't be angry for me, eh?"

He smiled back. "Okay, as long as you promise to be honest about absolutely everything with me in future."

She brought her hand further up, through his hair. "Promise," she whispered.