The Doctor would walk into the TARDIS to see a violently sobbing Rose, her shoulders quivering as she used the console for support to hold herself up, the projection of his old self still flickering. What else could he do but walk over and envelope her in his protective arms? Arms he knew she didn't want. Even if they were quite literally made to hold her. To comfort her.
Rated: K - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,474 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 18 - Follows: 1 - Published: 3/24/2013 - 10th Doctor, 10th Doctor Duplicate, 9th Doctor, Rose T. - Complete