The next morning the Doctor was standing in front of the large mirror in his bedroom, studying himself. He left eye had swollen shut and there was a good-sized gash in his lower lip. Tenderly, he fingered it, wincing at the sting of pain. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the door open behind him, admitting Rose in. He turned and smiled warmly.
"Mornin'," he greeted. She smiled.
"You haven't made breakfast yet," she told him. He pursed his lips.
"Well I didn't figure you'd be awake this early," he replied. "Why are you anyway?"
She shrugged, closing the door behind her. "Couldn't sleep."
The Doctor panicked and rushed to her side. "Why? What's wrong? It's not the zom-"
"I'm fine," Rose said, smiling at his concern. "I was just…thinkin'."
The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at her sternly. "Don't you ever do that to me again."
Rose only grinned. The Doctor smiled at her, relishing her presence. After a moment, he spoke.
"What were you thinking about?"
Rose smiled, punching his forearm gently. "How you still need to explain to me everythin' I missed."
The Doctor smiled and sat her down on the foot of his bed, starting to dive into the story. After he finished, he looked to meet her gaze, which was quiet and thoughtful. He frowned.
"What is it?" he asked softly. Rose met his eyes.
"Doctor…" she started, "how did you…revive me?"
The Doctor's breath caught and he looked away, his ears turning pink.
"Doesn't matter," he muttered. Rose frowned, standing up, and grabbed his elbow, forcing him to look her in the eye.
"It matters to me," she said firmly. The corner of his mouth twitched as he stared into her eyes, captivated. Oh Rose…he pleaded silently.
He thought for a moment longer, making his decision. Without a word, he placed his hand on the back of her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair. Slowly, he closed his eyes and leaned his head forward, brushing her lips with his. He stayed there for a second, scared to see her reaction. Then he pulled away, disappointed, but not surprised, to see her staring at him, mouth open slightly. He scowled and turned his back on her.
A/N: Thank you to Toni Cox, who stuck with this story from the beginning.
laced-with-fire, who became my amazing beta a little ways into the story.
My mom, for tolerating all the time I spent on the computer.
My sisters, for being totally cute and awesome as I explained to them, dramatically, the events.
And thank you to everyone who has or will read and/or review!
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