Jack watched the security footage of Rose with a deep frown. She was running – not away from Owen, thank god – but running with urgency that he didn't like. Especially given her condition. He watched as she stopped, looking around for the Doctor. She was clearly trying to seem calmer than she actually was... And she was more puffed out than she was showing. Jack couldn't help but smile at that. But then again, there were only two people here who knew her well enough to notice.

"You better go downstairs," he said to the Doctor, who was leaning against the wall. "You two, Gwen," he added, looking at the woman sitting on the edge of his desk.

Gwen left quickly, giving Jack an understanding smile as she did, but the Doctor lingered for a moment.

"She's going to have some questions. I'm surprised she hasn't asked them yet," Jack said.

"What about your questions?" the Doctor asked.

Jack looked back up at the man with a serious expression. "Don't be a tease," he said.

"I'm not trying to be," the Doctor said, laughing.

"Answer hers first then," Jack said.

The Doctor nodded, smile fading, and went downstairs to find Rose.

By the time he found her she was already with Gwen, sitting back on the couch she had woken up on. Neither woman noticed him approaching, so he held back for a moment, curious.

"How long did you know him for?" Rose asked Gwen, putting her thumbnail between her teeth. It wasn't like her to be so openly nervous about something, the Doctor observed.

"Oh," Gwen pretended to consider, "not very long. He was more a friend of a friend, really. But I owe him a few favors. And now we're stuck looking after you," she joked, elbowing Rose lightly.

Rose smiled. "So he still looks the same, as when you last saw him?"

Gwen frowned. "What do you mean?"

The Doctor cleared his throat. "Hello," he said.

"Doctor," Rose went to stand up, but Gwen held on to her.

"Best not rush about too much more," the older woman said, Welsh accent coming through thickly. Rose nodded, suddenly much more conscious of the throbbing in her chest.

"Would you give us moment alone, Gwen?" she asked, with a smile.

"Sure, of course. I'll be with Tosh if you need me, okay?" she said, and left them alone.

As she walked away from the two strangers she couldn't help feeling bad about lying to Rose. She liked her. She seemed sweet, and brave. Not the kind of person she liked to mislead. Not that she really liked misleading anyone, but that was this job. And she trusted Jack. Didn't she? She shot back a quick look in time to see the Doctor walking closer to Rose, and then went to find Tosh.

"She's nice," Rose said, as the Doctor sat down next to her.

"Mmm," the Doctor said, clearly without any thought. He was busing looking at the bruising on one of Rose's hands, which he just picked up.

"Doctor," Rose said, taking a deep breath in. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

"Of course not," the Doctor said, not looking away from the bruise.

"Then why haven't you said what happened," she said.

The Doctor looked up.

"I've been waiting for you to say something, and you haven't. You just keep running off. It's like your avoiding me, and it's not fair," Rose's eyes were wide, clearly upset.

"I want to know what happened. The last thing I remember is running… from… from… argh!" she cut herself off in frustration.

"See! I can't even remember that properly! And then suddenly we're here and you just expect me to trust these people I've never met, and of course I do because you know them, and you and I - but it's still not right of you to just…" she stopped, taking a deep breath. "Is there something you can't say here? Because it's not like you to keep things from me… not like this. I wanna know what's going on, Doctor. Especially when I'm in danger. Or was in danger, or… Just tell me. Please."

The Doctor was silent for a moment.

"Go on!" Rose said, sounding even more annoyed now. "Tell me!"

The Doctor took another moment, and then, after swallowing, said: "You're right."

He exhaled. "You're right," he said again, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to keep you in the dark, Rose. I didn't realise how little you remembered – I thought you knew, I'm sorry."

Rose's face softened a little. "Just tell me what happened," she said.

"We were running from the Luions, remember?"

A sudden flash of memory ran through her mind. "You stole that watch," she said, nodding.

"I didn't steal it!" the Doctor protested. "They borrowed it from me in the first place! But anyway… you remember that, don't you?"

"Yeah, yeah I do now," Rose said. "Not your shining moment I've gotta say…"

The Doctor ignored her last comment. "And then you fell, and you twisted your ankle."

"Yeah! Yeah I remembered that before, but it was… I remember now," she nodded again. She frowned. "It doesn't hurt anymore," she said.

"Owen took care of it for you," the Doctor said.

"Thank you Owen," Rose muttered. He smiled at her. "What happened next?" she said.

"Then," the Doctor stopping, cringing a little. "I'm sorry, Rose, but you got shot."

"Oh."

"I tried to… I tried to cover you but it didn't… I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Fine now, aren't I?" she paused, putting her hand back in his. "I'm sorry I snapped at you."

"I'm sorry I didn't explain everything straight away," the Doctor said.

They pulled each other into a hug. Rose smiled into his shoulder, feeling a little silly, even if it had been justified, about her previous anger. Then another thought came into her mind, and she pulled away.

The Doctor gave her a questioning look, raising one eyebrow.

"Owen," she said, "Owen said I was healing too fast." She frowned. "He seemed worried."

She thought she saw panic flash across the Doctor's face, only for a second, but then his calm smile told her she'd imagined it.

"Yeah, well, didn't want an Earth doctor knowing everything about the wonders of time lord medical technology, did I?" he said.

"Right," Rose said, rolling her eyes. "Well tell him that, would you? I think he's pretty creeped out."

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to mention it…" the Doctor said, his expression changing slightly.

Rose yawned.

"You should rest," the Doctor said seriously. "I don't want to leave here until I'm sure you're better, but I can carry you into your room on the TARDIS if you want."

Rose almost laughed at his sincerity. It was cute. "I think I can walk," she said.

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure. But you can walk me there?" she added, giving him a smile she knew he loved, leaning against his arm.

"I'd be happy too," he smiled back.

It wasn't until she was alone in her room that Rose realized she was still missing her shirt. She sighed. May as well go get it now, while she remembered. She grimaced slightly as she stood back up again, regretting the run she'd made out of Owen's medical room before.

She ignored the pain, walking quickly back out of the TARDIS and back to the room she had run out of. Owen was looking through some files when she came in.

"Do you have my shirt?" she asked.

"Ianto's cleaning it for you," Owen replied.

"Oh," Rose said, "that's nice of him."

Owen gave her a non-committed smile before looking at her seriously. "Did you ask him?" he said.

"Yeah," Rose replied, "nothing to worry about."

Owen raised his eyebrows, but didn't ask her any more questions. He clearly wanted to, but he was holding back. Well, she wasn't saying anything more if he wasn't. Rose went to leave, but stopped, and said: "Oh by the way, thanks for fixing my ankle."

Owen looked at her with a confused expression. "Your ankle?"

"Yeah. It was broken when I came in."

Owen laughed. "Actually, it was one of the few things that was in perfect shape," he told her. "And you've already thanked me for all of that," he continued, before turning back to his files.

Rose frowned. She remembered breaking her ankle. It was one of the few things she did remember…. Why did the Doctor tell her Owen had fixed it?

He probably fixed it himself, she told herself, and just didn't want to take the credit for it.

Yeah, that was it, she thought.

But her stomach was still sinking as she opened the TARDIS door.