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For Disclaimer see chapter 2Chapter 6:
"Rose, please wake up."
The Doctor gazed down at her pale, expressionless face, pleading with her to open her eyes. Maybe if he just begged hard enough she would.
Hour after hour he sat there, watching her eyes flicker wildly beneath her lids. She seemed distressed, but, with another telepathic being in the mixture, he really didn't want to risk peeking into her mind.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he noticed a little flicker of movement in her face, a tiny trace of an expression. That was all he needed for his hope to surge.
"Rose. Rose?"
Suddenly Rose's eyes flew open, shining bright and brown against the clinical whiteness of the room. She sat bolt upright, her breathing harsh and ragged, her eyes searching the room with a look of terror as her hair fell messily over her face.
The Doctor was almost thrown back of the edge of the bed, but he managed to grab hold of her hand again, trying to get her to look at him and calm down.
"Rose, it's okay, I'm here. Look, right here."
Rose stopped flailing and looked at the Doctor, straight in the eye, and seemed to calm down. Her breathing slowed and her body relaxed.
The Doctor was so relieved. He couldn't stop himself grinning, that big cheesy grin that enchanted everyone who ever met him.
"Hello! Welcome back!"
Rose looked at him one more time, and the images from her dream came flooding back into her head. And she blushed furiously.
The Doctor frowned at her, wondering what was wrong. "Is everything okay?"
Rose nodded, and turned slowly to hang her legs over the edge of the bed, all the while avoiding his gaze.
At that moment a nurse hurried over, dressed in outrageously patterned scrubs, and checked Rose's vitals on the monitor. Rose looked up at the screen for the first time, and noticed a bag of pink solution hanging down next to it, which was being slowly fed into her arm. She felt a lump of panic form in her throat, and started to shake slightly. What's happened to me?
The Doctor saw her panicking and quickly reassured her. "It's okay, it's just an energy drip. You passed out, you've been unconscious for hours."
Rose's head felt like a messed up toy box, and she couldn't make sense of much. She tried sorting through the random strings of thought one at a time.
"The… Dreamcaster," she said slowly.
The Doctor nodded encouragingly, as the nurse removed the drip from Rose's arm, making her wince. "Yes you were contacted by a Dreamcaster. But don't worry: we'll get to the bottom of it."
"I don't think there'll be any need for that," came a familiar icy voice. The hostess had come up behind them. "I just came to check on Miss Tyler's condition. I'm on my way to inform the Shadow Proclamation and alert the Judoon now. So there will be no need for you to get to the bottom of anything, Mr Doctor. But thank you for your concern."
The Doctor smirked with disbelief. She couldn't have cared less about Rose's condition, she just wanted to make sure they wouldn't go badmouthing her station.
Well, there's one way to sort that out…"No need to inform anyone, Ms Hightj." He produced the psychic paper and held it under her nose like it were a sheriff's badge. "Detective John Smith, under the command of the Shadow Proclamation to protect and serve. I will be taking charge of this investigation."
The hostess took a step back in surprise at his sudden show of authority. She nodded politely, her words failing her.
"Well… if-if there's… anything I can do to… help-"
"I'll be sure to let you know. For now Miss Tyler needs rest."
This seemed to brighten the hostess slightly. "Oh, of course. I'll bring you the keys for a room. The best suite, of course. With complements form Gambit Junction."
The Doctor merely nodded his thanks in her general direction before turning back to Rose, who had sat quietly all through the conversation. He was concerned about her.
Her eyes were staring at nothing but obviously troubled by something, and it made his hearts mourn in sympathy.
"What did you see, Rose? While you were asleep?"
Rose shook her head, not wanting to reveal the extent of her dream. She looked up into his eyes.
"Nothing."
Those eyes. She had seen from behind them how he looks at her, how she must seem to him. She made him so happy, she knew that now. But what's that unspoken emotion that he's hiding from me? The glowing spark in all the stolen glances I've seen him take? Could it be… love?
The Doctor gazed back at her with similar intensity. He knew she was lying, hiding something from him. But why would she do that? She never hides things from me. That's what our relat- he corrected himself, friendship is based on: trust. So what is so terrible that she can't tell me?
He felt hurt, but he tried not to show it. For now, the important thing was that she was okay. She was regaining colour in her skin, which made him a bit happier.
As long as the Dreamcaster doesn't rear its head again, she should be okay. Should.
At that moment a pale blue humanoid in an embarrassingly orange Gambit Junction uniform came over to them and handed the Doctor a set of plastic card keys.
"Your suite is ready for Miss Tyler. The hostess says you can stay as long as you like, both of you. All expenses taken care of."
The Doctor thanked the nervous steward and looked back at Rose, who was starting to regain some life in her eyes again. That was a good sign.
"Let's get you out of here, to a proper bed so you can rest."
Rose stood up gingerly, and took the Doctor's arm when he offered it. They made their way out of the Medical Bay and out onto the balcony, where they were greeted by an amalgamation of lights, sounds and smells. Rose's confidence had taken a knock, and she unconsciously his behind the Doctor's shoulder. He tensed with anger as he felt her cower: whoever had done thins to her was going to pay.
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They eventually found their way to their suite, and the Doctor unlocked the door. Inside was a beautiful, spacious room, with large twin beds and a window to view the stars outside. The suite consisted of several rooms, including a bathroom, wardrobe, miniature gym and spa, all leading off from the bedroom.
Rose sat down and grumbled.
"S'nice, but why can't we just go back to the TARDIS?"
The Doctor shook his head vigorously.
"This Dreamcaster is telepathic, remember? I don't want it finding out there's a TARDIS on board."
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The next hour or so was spent in silence. Gambit Junction ran to a thirty-hour day, and the night shift was setting in, making the lights dim automatically. The Doctor came back from exploring the suite to find Rose sat on her bed, dressed in a pair of pyjamas she'd found in the wardrobe. She was brushing her hair, focusing on it so intently she didn't see him come in.
The Doctor sighed. Something really wasn't right. He sat down on his own bed opposite her and gazed at her, trying to get her to open up to him.
"You sure you're okay, Rose?"
Rose looked up from her task for a moment, and nodded, barely recognising his voice against the one that still whispered in her mind:
Follow your path, Rose Tyler. Come to me, and I will show you how…"----
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