The Doctor was already busy in the control room by the time Rose stumbled in, her face bright red and her fingers fidgeting nervously. She hadn't bothered to brush her hair yet, nor change out of her pyjamas.

"Goooood morning, Rose!" He said joyfully, flicking a switch. The TARDIS shook. "Whoops! I got no sleep last night, because someone was refusing to stay within the time vortex!" He flipped it back and ran around the console, giving the controls a slap for good measure. Even in his tired state, he was still full of relentless energy. He looked at Rose from his side and seemed to notice her condition for the first time. The smile fell. "What's wrong?"

"Um..." Rose's fists clenched around her arms until her knuckles turned white. She blushed so hard the tips of her ears could have caught fire. She didn't think it was possible to get so embarrassed, but this was something that hadn't even occurred to her. Why hadn't it even popped into her mind? She had no clue. Perhaps saving the universe had pushed the thought aside.

The Doctor was growing increasingly worried at her expression. He walked back towards her so they were just feet apart. "Are you alright? And why… why is your face red?"

Rose bit her lip and looked down. "I, um...I started my… lady time."

He blinked, completely unaffected. "Hm?"

"Shark week."

Nothing.

"Menstruation."

The Doctor shrugged innocently. "Is it an Earth thing?"

"I guess? I never considered..."

"What is it?" He seemed honestly intrigued. Rose face somehow turned even redder as she shrugged helplessly. She didn't think she would be physically able to explain a period to the Doctor. Not without falling into a blubbering mess, anyways.

Despite her doubts, she opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Multiple times, she tried, until she was sure she looked like a gaping fish. Eventually Rose gave a frustrated sigh, grabbed his hands, and slapped them to her temples. He understood immediately, all the while confused, and with a shrug, laid his forehead against her own.

Rose felt him enter her mind, walking through her memories and exploring her thoughts. With ease, she closed the doors she didn't want him looking into and concentrated on one single thought.

After a moment, the Doctor pulled away from her and smiled. "Okay. Go up that hall, take a left, left, right, and left. Second door on your right."

Now it was Rose's turn to be confused. "Why do you-"

"Rose, you're not my first female companion."

A tiny feeling of jealousy coursed through her body, but she pushed it aside. Why should she think that she was the first? And in a way, she was grateful that she didn't have to ask the Doctor for specifics. That would get way to complicated.

"And you're not.. grossed out or anything?"

He gave a confused look that made him look like a puppy. "And why would I be?"

It was her turn to shrug. "Guys on Earth aren't commonly so kind about it."

"I see no reason for that. It's not as if it's your fault."

Rose finally smiled shyly, tugging at her unruly hair. With a short laugh, the Doctor gave her a pat on the shoulder. "Go. I'll be here."

By the time Rose got back to the control room, she was facing another problem. Her lower abdomen felt like she was being stabbed. Constantly. With a serrated knife.

The Doctor had set the TARDIS to drift and was sitting in the pilot's seat, surveying the console with a look of pride. When he heard Rose enter, he looked up and gestured for her to sit down next to him. She took the offer and pulled her knees up to her chin, trying to ignore the pain in her stomach.

"Better?" he asked, squeezing her shoulder. She groaned quietly and leaned her head against him, surprising the Timelord. "I'll take that as a no. What's wrong?"

"You don't have any Feminax by any chance, do you?"

"Huh?"

Rose pulled back and looked at him with wide eyes. "Have none of your companions never had cramps?"

"Erhm..." The Doctor scratched the back of his neck, "No."

She groaned again, nearly a wail, so loudly that the Doctor almost jumped out of his seat. "That bad?" He asked.

"Uh-huh." She squirmed, struggling to find a comfortable position, but to no avail.

"C'mon." He said with a sigh. He scooped her up in a wedding carry and walked out of the control room, entering the living room and laying her on the couch. "You want me to turn on the telly?"

Rose shook her head weakly and squeezed herself into the crook of the couch, trying to soothe the pain. The alien watched her helplessly, not knowing how to help her. Uncertainly, he sat down next to her head and stroked her hair. Seeing her in pain broke both of his hearts.

"I'm sorry." He muttered, leaning his head against the back of the couch, "Do you want anything?"

"Do you have a heating pad? Or something like that?"

He thought about it a moment before answering, "I might be able to find something in the medbay. Hold on."

The Doctor walked back minutes later tossing a dark blue heat pack between his hands. Rose's eyes were clenched shut, and her arms were wrapped tightly around her abdomen. He hated to see her hurting.

"Here ya go, sweetie." He knelt on the floor in front of her and gently pulled her hands away, pressing it against her stomach gingerly. "Better?"

"Yeah." She opened her eyes slowly, taking the pack from him and shifting onto her back. "And to think I have to go through this for a week." For a long time, he stayed in the same spot, stroking her hair, until she fell asleep.

The Doctor sat next to Rose's sleeping form for nearly half an hour, hoping she wasn't feeling pain. Honestly, he didn't know how it could hurt so badly, but anything to put Rose in such a state must be serious.

While he sat, he began to feel his stomach gnawing. He pushed himself to his feet with ease, placed a kiss on Rose's forehead, and headed to the kitchen. As he lazily opened the fridge, he heard footsteps echoing down the ramp towards him. The Doctor turned and watched Rose stumble into the kitchen, heat pack still in hand.

"I'm sorry if I woke you."

She shook her head and ran a hand through her hair with one hand, still clutching the heat pack.

"I'm hungry. I want crisps."

"You want me to get them?"

"No. I've got it." She stood on her tiptoes and reached for the top cupboard. Her fingers were short a couple inches.

"Are you sure?"

"I said 'I'VE GOT IT'! Leave me alone!" She yelled in frustration. The Doctor raised his hands in defense and re-opened the fridge, scanning the contents. Behind him, there was a thump as the bag of crisps hit the ground, spilling a couple onto the ground. Rose stood, her face emotionless, inspecting the mess.

Then she burst into tears, making the Doctor jump a good foot into the air. For a moment he stood there, surveying the scene with wide eyes. He had no clue why Rose was crying. In fact, it was starting to worry him.

He edged forward and wrapped his arms around her cautiously. "What's wrong, Rose?"

"I spilled the crisps. And yelled at you." She sobbed.

"Oh, it's all okay. It's fine. Shh." He kissed the top of her head. Rose clung to his jacket for all she was worth and dug her tear-stained face into the Doctor's chest, releasing all her pent up emotions. "Oh, Rose."

Her legs were shaking so hard, caused by a mix of pain, nausea, and the relentless sobbing, that they threatened to completely give way. Realizing this, the Doctor gently lowered both of them to the ground, where they sat in a jumbled heap. Rose continued to cry into his jacket for a good, long time before her tears dried up. Even then, her sniffles continued.

"Better?" he asked cautiously, not wishing to start over again. She nodded and looked up into his eyes. Though her eyes were red and puffy, and her cheeks were blotchy, and her hair was a raggedy mess, he couldn't help but think about how beautiful she was.

"I'm just real tired now." She punctuated the sentence with a deep yawn. The Doctor smiled and placed another kiss on her head before helping her up. With his arm around her shoulder and hers around his waist, they made their way to Rose's room. The sheets were stripped from the bed, but Rose dropped onto the bare mattress and pulled the blanket tightly around her shoulders. Her weary eyes stayed on the Doctor while he walked to the door. It was as he turned into the hall that Rose realized she didn't want him to go.

"Doctor?"

His head popped back into the doorframe. "Yes?"

"Can you stay?"

At first he was taken aback by the question. But the more he thought about it, he knew he couldn't leave Rose all by herself. How could he possibly say no when she was like this?

"Of course."

He pulled a chair up to the edge of her bed and sat down. She murmured a thank-you and let her eyes drop shut. As the worry lines disappeared from her face, his own eyes grew heavy, and he remembered how his night was spent tinkering. He gladly let his head drop onto the blanket next to Rose's sleeping form, and just as he drifted away, he whispered,

"I love you, Rose Tyler. No matter what."

Thanks for reading my one-shot! It's my first 10xRose, or Doctor Who fic all together, so sorry if it's rubbish. I'm probably gonna end up posting more in the future, so hold on for that!

So I'm gonna do something for the first time and that is to do a story recommendation. It's called "The Perils of Clams" by DarcieLeeds. It's amaaaziiinggg! Lot's of 10xRose.

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Yours from Canada,

~~Nightfury153