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Rose's smiles lingered in The Doctor's mind long after the chips had been eaten. They were both back on the TARDIS now. She had long since retired to her room for the evening, but his thoughts stayed centered on the women asleep in her bed.

He could not rest. Too much had happened in the last day so instead he paced. The trip had worked. She had joked with him, grinned at him and, well, cursed at him. But the old Rose was still there. He had seen glimpses of it now. It gave him hope. Even if he could not win her heart again he could win back her hand in friendship, and that would be enough. He would hurt inside, but he could hold back those feelings. He had done it already for years.

The Doctor sighed just a little; his wanderings around the ship had led him right to her door. He brushed his fingers along her name with the faintest of touches. A longing to open the door just to make sure she was still there engulfed every fiber of his being. His hand was on the knob before he knew it. Somehow he restrained from throwing it open to check.

Instead, he let the hand drop and forced himself to take a step away and then another until he found the media room.

Another idea lit his head as he entered. He could not take her back to all the places they had gone to many chances of creating a paradox. But the memories were still stored in his head. He could show her, at least, his point of view and maybe with time she might want to show him the way she had seen it.

It would be like watching old home movies with a memory twist! He just had to make some adjustments to the TV and dig around in the attic for the memory storage balls. He had no idea why he had picked them up, he thought, scratching the side of his head. He preferred to keep his memories safe in his own head where they could not be used against him. But it would do for this task.

He set about preparing the TV. How should he go about this? Well, a movie night would be a good idea. Sit her down, explain it. Get her to talk again. It would work. It was a brilliant idea.

Tomorrow they would go to a leisure planet, one that hosted some of the best rides in the galaxies. It'd hopefully loosen her up some; help her relax. Give her a healthy way to scream and the games would help too. She could whack away her anger on Whack-a-Dalek. Instead of his face again.

The Doctor thought some good old fashioned fun would go a long way to help one Miss. Rose Tyler. Once they were done for the day, he would talk her into dinner in front of the telly and show her his memory. It was a good plan. He hummed loudly to himself as he stood and went toward the attic.

Rose laid in her room the darkness surrounding her. She stared at the swirling stars that covered her ceiling, cradling a leather jacket she had nicked from the ship's massive wardrobe before she had called it a night.

She brought it up to her nose for a long sniff. It still smelled like him. Her old Doctor. A hint of time, tea, and the faintest traces of banana. Rose could feel the tears prickling behind her eyes but managed to hold them at bay. She wrapped the jacket around her, imagining it was his arms and sighed in contentment.

It had been a strange day. First, waking up in the Tardis, which was impossible. The Time Lord was hiding something from her about that, but she was ignoring that for now. She beat the crap out of said Time Lord, visited her own past with him, and had chips, she could still taste them. But the strangest thing of all was the fact that he wanted to help her.

Rose was broken and they both knew it. She had felt glimpses of her old self emerge today even if they were brief. It had felt so right and yet so terribly wrong. Every time a part of her old self would show up her mind would shut down and press against that person. She guessed she was just not meant to be happy.

Rose had been happy once, maybe that was all she got. She sat up and pulled the jacket over her arms, letting the heavy weight of it settle over her shoulders as she lay back down. Her fingers absently traced the three letters above her heart softly. Her finger ran up and down the R-U-N over and over.

She loved this little piece of ink. The first words of the man's jacket she now wore. The word that had changed her life for the better and then for the worse. Rose got up from the floor and went to lie in her bed, removing the jacket as she did so, tossing it across the room to land in a chair. She would put it back in the morning. No sense dwelling on her old Doctor. He was gone.

The new Time Lord had taken his place, The man was a right old nutter, wanting to help her. She was beyond help. Just a dismal women who would never be happy again. How had her mother put it? A cold hearted bitch! And then slapped her. She had deserved it she knew she had but it had hurt more than physically.

Her mum had tried every approach to get her back. Tender, coddling. She had listened, she had raged, she had threatened but in the end she had enough and started to act just as cruelly towards Rose as she had been to herself. If her own mum could not stand her he would not last two weeks before he was dropping her off, weary from the domestics of it all. She sank further in the bed. But she would let the Time Lord try. It would be fun to see him lose for a change.

Her eyes were heavy now. The day's strangeness now pressing against her, urging her to close her eyes and sleep. Maybe the nightmares would leave her alone for the night She glanced over at the jacket laying in the chair.

No one but her would know.

She threw back her covers and strode over to the chair, picking up the jacket and carried it with her to lie back down. Maybe it would help keep her safe from the dreams, just for tonight.