Hey babes! Back with a new one for you! The prompt I used for this fic was: "We need you, I need you". Took me a minute to figure out who to do with the prompt, but I quickly came to this conclusion...so now begins the fics with TwelveRose!

Enjoy!

Wandering closer to the window, Rose heaves out a heavy breath and leans closer to try and get a better view of the distant shoreline through the darkness of Victorian London. She certainly hasn't missed certain aspects of the time period and its people, and is praying to whatever high power exists that this is only a temporary stopover while her husband recovers. It wouldn't be as big of a deal for her and the Doctor, of course, given that they've both lived in this time period before for several years individually and then another couple together before leaving to travel again. But they have Clara along with them this time around and they can't very well ask the young woman to spend a significant chunk of her life in the wrong time period. It's not what she signed up for.

Clara had been upset and confused, naturally, when the Doctor had regenerated after the events on Trenzalore. Rose felt for the girl, she really did, considering what she herself went through when she first witnessed a regeneration without knowing about it ahead of time. It didn't take much coaxing to have Clara leave the room with Jenny and Vastra, allowing her some time to process while Rose stays by her husband's bedside.

She can't help the way her mind wanders so vividly back to that first regeneration, how completely helpless she'd felt watching the man who would become her husband twice over be so still. Only his chest had been moving, slowly up and down, indicating that he was still alive and breathing on his own. She'd been so much younger back then, didn't have as much life experience as she does now, hadn't really figured out who she was.

But despite having way much more life under her belt and knowing exactly who she is, she still feels a little bit like that terrified nineteen-year-old experiencing regeneration for the first time. She knows he'll be fine eventually, that he'll wake up and have a whole new personality for the both of them to get used to, but it doesn't stop her from worrying and wondering what she can do to help him.

Of course, there isn't actually much for her to do right now except to wait. She'd briefly considered dragging him back into the TARDIS and dumping some tea on the floor like the last time but quickly realized that it might not work again. During one of their many conversations upon reuniting, the Doctor had explained that not every regeneration works the same way. So she pushed the thought aside and focused on simply being present. If that's all she can do, she's going to do it the best she can.

"It's too bad I can't speak dinosaur too," she mutters, her eyes catching on the large, out-of-her-time creature on the banks of the Thames. "Might make this whole thing a bit easier to deal with."

"I am alone."

Rose spins around quickly, hope springing in her chest, only to be tramped down immediately when she finds that her husband is still sound asleep.

"The world which shook at my feet, and the trees and the sky, have gone," he speaks in that same heavy Scottish accent that threw her for a loop when she first heard it, though his eyes remain closed. "And I am alone now. Alone."

Her eyes go wide in realization. "Are you translating?" A small smile tugs at her lips as she moves closer to his bed. "'Course you are."

"The wind bites now, and the world is grey, and I am alone here. Can't see me. Doesn't see me. Can't see me."

Rose's brows furrow slightly as she sits on the edge of the bed. "Who can't see it, love? I think all of London can see it."

She waits in the quiet of the room, hoping for more words from the dinosaur through her husband, but there's nothing. It's simply quiet. And not the comfortable kind of quiet when they're curled up together in the library, each of them reading their own book. She hates this kind of quiet.

Sighing, Rose scoots up a bit on the bed and grabs one of her husband's hands, sliding her own into it and holding on tightly. She's no stranger to the wrinkles on her husband's hand, after spending so long together on Trenzalore, though these ones are certainly different. But she still loves them, because they're her husband's. She is pleased that her hand still fits perfectly in his. And that his wedding ring has managed to stay in place despite being on a completely different hand.

Breathing deeply, she finally looks up into his face, working to memorize every line and wrinkle that belongs to the man she loves. "I know you're gonna wake up," she says, "I just wish I knew when that would be. There's not exactly a manual for this kind of thing. Though, I suppose you know that more than anyone. Never gets any easier, though, having to see you like this, any version of you. John was bedridden toward the end, I never left his side. And I'm not leaving yours either."

She wipes away a few stray tears that had fallen, swallowing thickly. "I'm worried about Clara. Don't think she quite understands what's happening, even though I tried explaining it to her. Think she's in denial. Suppose we all go through that if we see you through a regeneration, don't we? Don't want things to change. I think Clara's afraid everything's gonna change now, that you aren't gonna want her around anymore. Can't say I don't know that feeling."

Leaning forward, she cups his cheek in her free hand, gently rubbing her thumb against his skin. "I'm gonna be right here when you wake up, love, alright? I'm not going anywhere. Neither is Clara, considering we're her ride. Just…please wake up soon. We need you, I need you."

There's a soft knock on the door, pulling Rose's attention for half a moment. She calls out in acknowledgment and then turns back to her husband's unconscious form. She leans over to press a lingering kiss to his cheek. "I love you," she whispers. "Please don't take too long to come back to me."

Hesitating, Rose stands and forces herself to leave her husband's side, no matter how much she wants to stay. She won't be doing anything for either of them if she just sits and waits. She needs something to do so she doesn't lose her mind. Something other than worrying about her husband.

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