Final part of this (extremely long) prompt. I must say I've had fun with this one. Originally, I had no ideas about it. Then one thing led to another, and inspiration came to me as I wrote it. So now we're gonna be wrapping up here with the final part, and then I can move onto other requests and prompts and stories that I should be updating (that I haven't updated in forever).

Thanks again, Lovemuffin, for giving me such an awesome prompt!

On a brief sidenote, I met someone who is also on fanfiction. I can't remember his username for the life of me, though. Something with "Kai" in it. ANYhoo, he writes pokemon, anime, and X-over stories. Since I don't watch and/or read that stuff, I wasn't really able to read any of his material. However, for those of you who might be into that stuff, you could go looking for him. I'm sorry I can't remember his username, for those of you who might be interested.

AND GUESS WHO WATCHED THE NEWEST TRAILER FOR MARVEL'S JESSICA JONES NETFLIX SERIES?!

OH MY GOSH, YOU GUYS. If you haven't seen it, look it up. "Jessica Jones official trailer". Seriously. You don't need extensive knowledge about the Marvel universe to watch it. Just go see it. There is a scene between a guy and a girl which has me on-edge, but hopefully the show won't have too much of that stuff in the actual episodes when it comes out.

But I need to say right now that Kilgrave (aka Purple Man) looks like such an awesome villain. If the show is too explicit/violent/inappropriate to watch, I will be so disappointed.

God bless and have a great day (or night)!
ThePro-LifeCatholic

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, or this prompt idea. I own the story behind it, yada yada, two-car garage, and all that jazz. And I own the planet that appears in one sentence of this prompt.

Writing Prompt #22: Falsely Accused

Characters: 10th Doctor, Rose Tyler

Shippings: 10/Rose

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Friendship/Slight Romance

Rating: K

Prompted by: Lovemuffin

Summary: The 10th Doctor becomes angry with Rose, and accidently does something that makes her run into the depths of the TARDIS- where she gets lost! Can the Doctor find her and make things right?

Note: This is going to be Part 3 of 3.

When Rose came to, the first thing she realized was that she was lying on a bed. The second thing she became aware of was that there was something sticking to her face. A momentary panic attack took hold of her, and she sat bolt upright. She scrabbled at the unknown object.

"Hey, hey! Whoa there, Miss Tyler."

The Doctor.

Rose froze, relief flooding her at the familiar sound of her friend's voice. She allowed herself to calm down, taking deep breaths and looking at her surroundings. She was in her TARDIS bedroom, she discovered; in fact, she was lying on her bed right now. A chair had been placed right next to the headboard, and the Doctor was sitting in it at that moment, looking at her with those beautiful, chocolate-brown eyes.

"You've had a bit of a rough day, Rose Tyler. Take it easy." A flicker of concern flashed across the Doctor's face as he reached over, pulling the device away from her mouth. "Feeling better?"

Rose looked at him, puzzled. Then the memories came crashing down on her. Going into the "forbidden room". The Doctor finding her and yelling at her to leave. Rushing down the hallways, getting lost, and finding the room with the garden. Struggling to breathe and remain conscious as everything slipped away around her. She glanced at the object in the Doctor's hands, and saw that it was an oxygen mask. Rose chewed on her lip, processing the information. Finally, she nodded.

"Yeah," she murmured. "I'm feelin' a lot better. Thanks."

The Doctor's face cleared and he visibly relaxed and brightened. "That's a relief," he sighed, smiling. Rose smiled back, but the grin faded quickly. Silence settled between them. The Doctor shifted on his chair. Rose twisted a lock of hair around her finger and fiddled with the blanket. Then, as if by an unspoken queue, both of them made eye contact and opened their mouths.

"I'm sorry I went-" Rose began.

"Rose, I meant to tell you-" the Doctor started at the exact same time. Rose broke off into giggles. The Doctor cracked a goofy grin and looked down at his shoes.

"Me first," Rose said. The Doctor shook his head.

"No, Rose. It was my fault." He paused and sniffed. "If I hadn't gotten so angry, you wouldn't have run off, and wouldn't have gone into that room…" he trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished. Rose stretched her hands out, gripping his arm and giving it a friendly squeeze.

"You didn't make me go in there," she said. "I shoulda known better than to go in. And I wasn't supposed to go in that room. It's your ship; you've got private stuff that no one else has a right to see."

"But you didn't know that," the Doctor broke in, pulling his arms away. Rose didn't know how to respond, so she decided to change the subject.

"So…was it something in the plants? Was that poisoning me?"

"Huh?" The Doctor frowned. "No, not the plants. Carbon monoxide poisoning, Rose. A gas that exists in Earth's air naturally, but in very low concentrations. That atmosphere in the room you went into was modeled after the atmosphere of Girgula, a planet with a much higher concentration of carbon monoxide. It's deadly to humans; the symptoms manifesting themselves as nausea, dizziness, shortness of breath, things like that. Enough exposure leads to coma and death." He shuddered at the final phrase, grimacing as if he had eaten a rotten banana. Rose was quick to reassure him, entwining her hand in his own.

"But I'm alright now, yeah?" she asked. The Doctor looked her up and down and grinned.

"Yep!" he popped the 'p' at the end. "Gave you some oxygen-rich formula," here he gestured at the mask, "And you've been resting for…oh…about two hours now. We-e-ell, more like two hours and fourteen minutes. We-e-ell, two hours, fourteen minutes, and thirty-nine seconds, to be completely exact." He tapped the side of his head. "Time Lord brain equals impeccable sense of time."

Rose laughed. It was good to hear the Doctor acting like his normal self again. She sobered up again almost immediately, looking him dead in the eye.

"I'm sorry, Doctor."

He smiled fondly, leaning forward and taking both of her hands in his own. "I know you are, Rose. And I forgive you. Can you forgive me?"

"Yeah, course," she responded. The Doctor stood up, brushing his hair back and adjusting his tie.

"Well, then. All's well that ends well." He started for the door. "Rest all you want, Rose."

"Doctor!"

The Time Lord faced his companion. "What?"

Rose twisted the blanket in her fingers and bit her lip. Should she ask? Did she have a right to?

"That room…" she faltered. "What…what are all those words?"

The Doctor's face hardened. He seemed to retreat back and down into himself, leaving a stony façade in his place. Rose flinched, expecting another outburst of ice-cold fury. But when he opened his mouth to speak, his words were so quiet that she had to lean forward in order to catch them.

"They're names."

"Whose names?" she ventured. He turned his gaze to the floor and swallowed several times. "Are they people from your planet?" she whispered. The Doctor nodded.

"Yeah. Were."

Rose pushed back the covers and slipped out of the bed. With a few steps, she closed the distance between herself and the Doctor.

"Did you carve 'em all yourself?" Now that she was right in front of the Doctor, Rose could see that his eyes were glistening with unshed tears. The corners of his mouth twitched, his lip quivered. Still trying to keep up a brave face, focusing only on Rose and her needs. He nodded, a quick, jerky movement that seemed to take a lot of effort.

"Yeah," he said again, sliding his eyes away from hers. "A billion, billion carved names." His voice broke then, shattering as the word "billion" slipped out of his mouth. Rose leaned forward then, opening her arms wide and inviting him in. For once he came forward willingly, allowing himself to be enveloped in her embrace.

He didn't cry, didn't sob out his life story, didn't reveal a single dark secret from his hidden past. They simply stood together, wrapped in each other's warmth, protection, and comfort.

Rose rubbed circles on his back, burying her face in his suit. They'd always be alright, her and the Doctor. Always there for each other, no matter what happened. Forever; they would be forever. But she pushed thoughts like these away from her mind. Why worry about tomorrow? This moment, now, was something to be treasured. Forever would take care of itself.

And here we go, gang! Hope you all enjoyed. This is (really and truly) the last part of the prompt, requested by the amazing Lovemuffin.

Again, thank you so much for the prompt idea, and feel free to request another prompt anytime!

And yes, I actually did do research on carbon monoxide poisoning. Those are actual symptoms. It sounds like a creepy experience; I for one would certainly not want to have that as a personal adventure.