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Chapter 5
Rose woke slowly, feeling as if she had slept for ages. She needed it, that was for sure. She didn't sleep well at all these days. Well, not just these days but the last two-and-a-half years, to be honest. She almost never slept and when she did she dreamed of him and woke screaming. The nightmares never stopped.
That daft man in the box still held her heart, even after all this time.
He had hurt her time and time again, first with the misleading gestures then the unfinished sentence and then leaving her on a beach in bloody Norway, of all places, with the other Doctor. Thinking that would be good enough. It wasn't that she had kissed the other Doctor in the heat of the moment, the joy of thinking he loved her and could say it. Though the real Doctor- her true Doctor- could only say things like quite right too and does it need saying? This emotional other doctor told her just what she needed to hear, giving time for the other one to escape back to the TARDIS and away from her.
Running, always running from everybody and everything. Leaving her standing there with a man who looked like him and talked like him but was not him in the ways that mattered. Then this new Doctor had to go and die, taking away the only friend she had to talk to about these things.
These thoughts went through her head quickly enough- it was what she thought about every morning as she was waking up.
Her throat was raw and burning and her eyes were puffy from the tears she had cried in her sleep. She slowly opened her eyes and rubbed the sleep from them.
And gasped.
This was not her room at home. She blinked a few times, thinking that maybe she was still asleep and dreaming. But no, this was not her room. Maybe she had finally gone around the bend and her parents had put her away. But she had remembered going to bed last night in her blue bedroom, and remembered waking up screaming in the same room and crying herself back to sleep.
"Where the hell am I?" slipped out of her mouth before she realized it. Her hand slapped over her lips. What if she was not alone?
Come on, Rose thought to herself. That's incredibly stupid. Oh well, too late now. The words were already in the air.
She sat up slowly and glanced at her surroundings. White walls, no pictures. Simple desk in a corner. Nightstand next to the bed. A chair in the darkened corner of the room.
A chair where someone sat still as a statue looking at her in rapt attention as if waiting for her next move.
Her training took over. All those years with the Doctor and then with Torchwood had left their mark on her. She stood quickly and ran to the door, yanking it open. It wasn't locked. Some kidnapping this is, she briefly thought as she dashed out the door and into the hallway, not really looking at her surroundings as she ran, just trying to get away from that room as quickly as possible. She would find a weapon first, and then evaluate the situation further.
She hurtled down a ramp and stopped suddenly. There was no way on this Earth or any other Earth that she was seeing what she was seeing. She rubbed her eyes hard and looked again. Her mind must be playing tricks on her, what else could it be? There was no way she was standing in the console room of the TARDIS. The TARDIS which was supposed to be in another world.
She walked the rest of the way down the ramp and up to the platform, running her hands around the equipment and stroking bits of the coral with her other hand. It was real. The TARDIS was real and if the TARDIS was real, then…
…then the Doctor had to be here as well, because, well, one went with the other. Her mind flashed back to the person who had been in her room when she woke up. It had been the Doctor, she was sure of it now. She looked up from where she was standing and scanned the room.
There he was, standing at the bottom of the platform. Looking the same as ever- brown pinstriped suit, great hair and brown eyes that met hers with a look of apprehension.
The Doctor stared back into Rose's eyes. They were open now and definitely trying to figure this out. He could see her brain working behind those eyes. She had been up and out of that room faster than he could process. But he had followed just as quickly, and had stopped when she had reached the platform, allowing her to see where she was. He had watched the pieces snap into place. When she looked up at him, his hearts had stopped for a moment before picking back up again.
He needed to speak, he had to speak, but what to say?
So he started off with the one word that they had always said first after they had been reunited, whenever something had kept them apart.
"Hello," he said carefully and quietly, gauging her response. She blinked at him.
"Hi," she responded, equally as quietly, and promptly passed out.
