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Rose sat there, unmoving, his question bouncing around her head. Did she trust him? She knew she loved him, knew she believed in him- but trust? That was a concept she could not grasp. She had trusted him once with everything that she had been. But that trust had ebbed over time until the breaking point on Bad Wolf Bay when it disappeared completely- when the wanderer's blue box had wheezed out of existence.

When had her trust in the Doctor start to disappear? Sarah Jane- when he had not told her about others who had travelled with him. That was when it had started, she realized with clarity. Then the French tart he had kissed. Who cared that she was a French mistress? Then he had gone jumping through a mirror on a horse with nary a second thought of her. Then when she had started to slowly trust him again, Canary Wharf had happened and he had sent her away- even though he had promised he would not do that to her. How could she trust a man that sent her away every time he got the chance? He had said he would not do it again, and she believed him. But trusting him was a different story. But could she continue becoming better if she did not trust him? Could they figure out what was wrong with her if she did not trust him? He needed answers. His eyes begged her to let him in- to trust him.

She began to speak carefully. "I want to trust you, Doctor, I do- I really do. But I can't. Not yet." She could see the pain in his eyes and hurried on. "I believe in you- can't that be enough for now? We're friends and I promise I won't lie and I won't run. I can handle this, Doctor. I can be strong for this. I can do this, if you trust that I won't lie to you. I'm a crap liar anyway and we both know it." It was asking a lot of him to trust her, when she did not trust him. But she just wasn't ready to trust him yet. He had to prove to her that she could trust him again. She really hoped he understood.

He sat there, unable to move from his spot next to her, even though he itched to get up and pace. He had nobody to blame but himself for her lack of trust. He had caused it and cursed himself now for every shallow, dumb move he had made. She believed in him- that was going to have to be enough for now. After all, belief was a form of trust. And if that was all she could give him- well, then he would have to accept that.

Rose was worrying that bottom lip again. He realized it was very distracting from the task at hand. She was worried about his response. It still stung that she did not trust him, even a little. But he needed to push his own feelings aside at the moment- all of his feelings. The stirrings of lust needed to go, along with his guilty conscience.

He reached over, took her hand in his own, and squeezed it reassuringly. He quickly let go. "That will have to do for now. You may not trust me, Rose Tyler, but I trust you." She graced him with a small smile and a sigh of relief. Her eyes brightened considerably and he found himself in a sudden but heartfelt hug. He drew back reluctantly- her touching him was not helping keep the passionate thoughts at bay.

He smiled back at her in order for her to know he had liked the embrace before speaking slowly. "Rose, are you ready?"

Her reply was about what he expected it would be. "Not really, but I don't think waiting is going to help." He smiled a little- his Rose was so very strong. "Okay. When was the first time you noticed yourself healing faster?"

Her reply was quick and emotionless. "After my second jump."

"What happened?"

She could hear the worry in his tone and rushed to reassure him. "Nothing, Doctor. It was after the jump. Me and Micky decided to get ourselves some tattoos. I got up the next morning and it was all healed like I had it my whole life."

Rose had a tattoo. Oh, that was hot- very sexy. Stop, he added to himself firmly but could not help the way his eyes skimmed her body, wondering where it was hiding. Or what it was. He would love to unearth it and caress it and kiss-

STOP, he screamed in his mind. This was not a direction his thoughts could go to as of yet.

Rose could see the fascination that her tattoo had invoked and had not missed the way his eyes had darkened as he ran them up and down her body. He was curious- very curious- about that piece of ink. And if she was not wrong, which she did not think she was in this, he very much wanted to find it.

She wondered what he would say if he knew what it was. How he would react to those three letters that spelled the word right over her heart. Would he trace it like she had? Or maybe he'd stand there in shock that her feelings for him were so intense that she had basically marked herself as his. All he had to do was claim it.

His gaze had fallen from her face. She followed it down and was slightly amused at what held his rapt attention. Though it really shouldn't have. Nine hundred-year-old alien or not, he was still a block at the end of the day, month, year, or century and at this moment it was very clear that he was definitely a man underneath it all.

Because the Doctor- her Doctor- was staring very hard at her chest. "Doctor,"she said, and cleared her throat, but got no response. "Doctor…"

"Doctor!" she finally shouted. He made a little humming sound but was still staring openly at her chest, "My eyes are up here, Spock." That made him look up quickly and the blush started at his neck and worked its way up his face. She grinned at him and teasingly asked, "like what you see?" He grew even redder before nodding his head yes.

"Very much so."

Which made her grow rosy as well.

They sat there, staring at each other for a few minutes, he said, a bit squeakily- "Questions."

He cleared his throat. "I was supposed to be asking you questions, Rose." She smiled at him and he quickly started talking again before he fell back into the trance he had been in. "Okay. Fine. Tattoo was when you first noticed. Then what?"

He saw her tense and raise herself. She was going to run, but to his surprise she just started to pace around the room, a lot like he did when he was trying to figure out a problem before things got worse. Just how much did she pick up from me? he wondered absently, grinning at her. She stopped and turned to face him. The look of determination on her face spoke volumes- he had a strange feeling he was not going to like whatever she had to tell him.

"The fourth jump was when we figured out something odd was going on with me. I was so close that time. So close to finding you just a couple of blocks away." Her voice caught slightly before she continued. "I'd just met Donna- I didn't know who she was, though. They pulled me back but something went wrong- instead of pulling me back to base, it jumped me to the middle of a street in the old estate. A car hit me. They pulled me back quickly enough that the person driving must have thought they were going around the bend. But I was pretty hurt. Broke my leg, arm and collarbone. Couple of ribs too," she added offhandedly, before going on. "Hurt like bloody hell and I passed out. Next thing I know I was in the medbay at Torchwood, with Doctors all around me. They were setting my leg and fixing me up. I passed out again. When I woke again, the pain was less and I could feel my bones healing. The bruises and scrapes were already gone. Within a month I was all healed- not even a scar to show for it. They ran test after test but couldn't figure out what was going on with me. We all put it down to prolonged use of the cannon." She stopped to take a breath and looked at him. She was unaware that she had started to pace again as she explained. He was looking at her like he had never seen her before, and he was angry the storm clouds raged in his eyes. When she looked past that, she also saw fear a deep fear.

She crossed the room and settled next to him again. He was shaking slightly- though whether it was from the anger or the fear she did not know. She reached over and clasped his hand, entwining her own with his, and used her other hand to force his face towards hers. She felt him shudder and pulled him in for a hug. "I'm fine, Doctor," she whispered in his ear as she held him close- his body was rigid as stone. She ran her hands up and down his back, repeating over and over that she was here and fine and felt his arms move and encircle her waist. They stayed like that for a while before he pulled back.

She sat there, as he silently searched her eyes, looking for something- of what she was not sure. But then she felt him exhale slowly and lean in and the rest of the world fell away.


I am going to go hide under my bed. I promise I am not a tease but I did say the moment was coming soon you just have to wait till I post the next chapter. which I will do after 10 Reviews and when my beta gets it back to me. And i promise it was worth the wait.