AN: Thanks for the story follows! Already up to 6 and it's only the fourth chapter :) I'll try to update this every day, for as long as I can until I start school again in a few weeks. Anyways, this is right after the events of chapter three, and is John and Rose.

Chapter 4-Insides

Rose was awoken by a low moan from the room next to hers. She frowned and pushed the covers off her. It had sounded like John, but she thought the man had gone to bed. She knocked on the door a couple times, but no one said anything.

Maybe I'm just hearing things, she thought to herself. Rose was about to turn around and go back to bed when she heard a yell. Terrified that something was wrong with John, she pushed open the door and ran to the side of the bed.

John's eyes were closed, but he was kicking and screaming, the blankets tangled in his legs and clawing at his arms. "Burning, burning, all of them," he was muttering over and over again. Rose pushed his hair back from his face and found he was drenched in sweat.

"John!" she exclaimed. "Wake up, it's only a dream."

John jolted awake and looked around quickly, like he was sure he was still burning. He rubbed his eyes a few times and smiled sleepily at Rose. "I'm sorry I woke you."

"I'm not," she assured him softly. She carefully untangled the blankets from around his legs and sat on the edge of the bed to stroke his hair. "Would you like to tell me what your dream was about?"

John sighed. "It was his memories again. I dreamt of the time you guys were in the underground museum and you met a Dalek for the first time. The Dalek told him he would make a good Dalek. And then I pictured Gallifrey burning, all the men, women, and children, and then me on fire, stumbling towards the TARDIS. There was a bright light and I saw you, but before I could reach you, the doors closed and I was forced to leave you and I had to hear you scream. Oh, Rose, it was so awful." He buried his head into her shoulder like a little kid getting comforted by his mother.

Rose planted a kiss to forehead. "The Dalek was wrong. You are more, so much more than a Dalek. You feel things, and you are kind so incredibly kind. Why, I remember this time I was cryin' in my room. I guess I was pretty loud, 'cause you came in and looked at me like I was the most amusing thing on the planet and you asked, 'Rose Tyler, what's wrong? Why are you cryin'?' and I blubbered on for two hours about what Jimmy Stone had done to me and why Mickey had gotten to me so much, and you just pulled me into your arms and stroked my hair the entire time. And when I fell asleep, you covered me with your coat and shut the door quietly. You even had a cuppa waiting for me in the mornin'. And all you said was 'You're better now, yeah? 'Cause I've been readin' about those human practices of kissing somethin' to make it better, and I don't know if I could do that.' I thought you were serious, but you grinned at me, with that wide silly grin of yours that always makes me smile, and you know what? No Dalek would have done somethin' like that. So don't you worry your head about it, John, yeah?"

John nodded against her shoulder. "You know, I jabber on so much I never noticed you're a pretty good storyteller, Rose Tyler."

"Yeah, I noticed," she teased him. "I told your ninth form that if he didn't shut up for two secon's I was gonna duck tape his mouth so he could use those big ears of his."

John looked up at Rose and grinned. "Did you really?"

"You don't remember that?" she asked.

"Nah, I only have the other Doctor's memories."

"Oh. Then you don't remember what you said to me when you regenerated into the form you are now." Rose got quiet for a moment and frowned.

John pulled her face down to meet his. "Why don't you tell me?"

"Maybe some other time," she smiled. "I'm sleepy." She moved to get up, but John tugged on her arm.

"Can you stay? Please? I want you close in case I have bad dreams again." This was one of the things Rose liked about this Doctor Donna. He admitted when he needed her, a human characteristic.

Rose nodded and laid down next to John. He tentatively held out an arm for her and she snuggled against his chest.

"Hey, Rose?" John asked.

"Hmmm?"

"What do you think the new Doctor looks like?"

Rose thought for a moment. "Well, probably something more energetic, if that's even possible. Great hair still. He probably stuck with the nice looking clothes. I wonder if he wears a tie still, or if it's a bow tie?"

"Oi! He better not wear a bow tie. And he better like bananas. As long as it's not fish fingers and custard," he mumbled sleepily against Rose's head.

She giggled and settled into her thoughts. Their insides are so much the same, but yet so different. They are both so broken, and yet they cover it up by making jokes.