She had left the room when the Doctor had flinched from her touch. He had been being so kind and patient with her since he had come to Pete's world and all she had done is continue to hurt him. She leaned against the door frame and watched him sink to the floor his body shaking with the sobs that filled the room. He curled into the fetal position and hid his head in his arms. As his shirt lifted she saw how skinny he was becoming and wondered when the last time he ate was. She closed the door softly behind her as she left not wanting to disturb him.

Three days later as she sat in the kitchen drinking her morning coffee she realized she hadn't seen him since she had left him on the ground. She had thought she would see him coming up for work but as Pete left to go warm the car, he still wasn't in sight. She slowly crept down the stairs and looked into his room to see him laying on his bed staring at the ceiling, unaware of his surroundings and that scared her. She crept quietly back up the stairs and was thankful to see her mom in the kitchen.

"Mum, I think the Doctor is depressed, can you talk to him."

"Why can't you do it sweetie?"

"Cause I am the one who hurt him," She admitted looking down at the floor

"Then you should be the one to apologize." Jackie said sitting down at the table.

"Mum, please. He doesn't want me too."

"Don't be daft, of course he does. Now I will get him out of bed, but you have to talk to him. I've seen the way you have been avoiding him, and if you don't want to be with him, you have to let him know. I raised you better than this Rose Tyler."

The car horn filled the air. "I will mum, I promise, after work I will talk to him." She grabbed her coat and rushed out the door. All day at work she could barely concentrate. She was suppose to be finishing reports on the recent rift activity but instead all her thoughts were on the Doctor. Her mum was right it was best to let him go if she didn't want to be with him. But the thought of not seeing him and him going on without her, hurt her heart. She knew she was being selfish. She was so afraid of him touching her that she would take a sip of whiskey, just to make it seem like she had been drinking, so that she would have the courage to sleep in his room. And not once had he tried anything. He would just look at her with those disappointed eyes and help her lay down and wait for her to drift off to sleep.

After work she headed home and straight down into his room to talk to him but he wasn't there. She sat down and waited for his return, she was nervous but she was going to do what was right so that he could move on. As he entered the room she walked over to him and put her arms around him pulling him tightly to her. She felt his arms wrap around her and he kissed the top of her head

"I'm sorry." She mumbled in his chest. She couldn't do it, as she lifted her head to look him in the eye and tell him how she felt, she instead found herself with her lips pressed against his. He returned the kiss, making her legs feel weak and she ran her hands down his back and around to the front. She felt how skinny he was but she had to see it. She unbuttoned his shirt and releasing the kiss, helped him take it off. She gently reached out and stroked his ribs and he snickered softly.

"What?"

"Tickles," He responded and she pressed herself back to him. He rubbed her back and she sighed against him and started to shake as she fought of the feelings of fear that she had hurt him worse than he had ever hurt her. He held her tighter. "What's wrong?"

"Can I stay with you tonight?" She asked him not wanting to be alone.

"Rose if you're not ready, you don't have to do anything, just because I am upset." He replied softly.

"I know, I just need you to hold me." She told him.

"Now that I can do." He replied and led her to the bed. She slipped under the covers and waited for him as he took of his shoes and climbed into bed. He slid under the covers and she rolled over to face the wall. He pressed his body against hers and wrapped his arm around her waist holding her close to him. She lay there relaxing and felt her breath even out as he fell asleep. She turned her head slightly to make sure he was asleep before letting the tears that had been fighting to get out, fall from her eyes.

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