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Rose woke up at the crack of dawn; her sleep had been shallow and uneasy. Sat on a chair in the corner of the room was the Doctor, his head resting on his chest, his breathing slow and rhythmic, he was evidently asleep.
Rose decided to take a shower to try and clear her head. She let the hot water pour down her washing her worries away. She glanced at her reflection, dark shadows sat beneath her eyes, a mixture of yesterday's make up and fatigue. After quickly redressing and wrapping a towel around her hair she headed back into the bedroom. A gasp came from the corner she turned to see the Doctor, his eyes were wide as he tried to calm his breathing
"You alright?" Rose asked the terrified looking teenager
"Fine" he croaked jumping up quickly straightening his shirt and running his fingers through his mass of crazy hair. "Just a bad dream. It's fine, I mean I'm fine…Doesn't matter" he spoke quickly and frantically obviously wanting to get off the subject
"What do you want for breakfast?"
He shrugged absently, his dream still bothering him
"I had a bad dream as well" she offered
"Right" the frown on his face suggested that he didn't see why she was saying this to him "I'll have coffee. For breakfast" he raised one eyebrow at Rose's confused glare
"Humans" he muttered turning towards the window "Slow doesn't cover it"
Rose sighed "So any ideas to find out what happened to you?"
"Nothing has happened to me"
Rose banged her head against the wall, then, pulled back again with realisation
"Doctor?"
"Umhum?" his gaze remained on the rising suns
"If you were just 54 like you say wouldn't you still be in your first regeneration?"
He frowned at her
"From where I'm standing you look like a teenage version of whatever number regeneration I know of you"
He turned to look at his reflection "Oh" he murmured
"I'm right?"
"I should be blonde" he said pulling his brown fringe down in front of his eyes
"Believe me now?"
"Why didn't I notice earlier?" he asked his reflection
"So any ideas to find out what happened to you?"
"Daleks?" he asked turning to her
"There aren't any Daleks here" Rose told him
"But my dream…." He trailed off
"What dream?"
"There were Daleks in my dream every Time Lord's afraid of Daleks it's a natural thing to dream about. I just assumed that Daleks could've done what ever's happened to me but I'm wrong because they just kill don't they" he snapped slightly
"I'm sorry" Rose told him
"No you're not" he laughed humourlessly
"I am"
"You don't even know why I hate them"
"I know why future you hates them" Rose told him "But this is different? That hasn't happened to you yet. Why do you hate the Daleks now?"
He stormed out the door slamming it behind him. She'd seen unshed tears in his eyes as he'd barged past her. Rose realised she struck a nerve, one the future Doctor, her Doctor, must've buried very deep down