A/N: This is the product of watching "The Shakespeare Code" at 1 in the morning, and then discussing the questionable Companionship of Martha on this first adventure. After seeing the emotion play through the Doctor's eyes in that brief second that they show (the one where he's lying awake, thinking in the Inn, and Martha is asleep on the other side of the bed next to him) I had to sit down at my computer (at 2am, mind you) and write this out. Feel free to remind me why I don't normally write fan fiction after midnight!

Rose Would Know

Lying on his back, head propped against the beautiful tapestry that adorned the wall, the Doctor thought

Lying on his back, head propped against the beautiful tapestry that adorned the wall, the Doctor thought. He was trying to think about the so-called witchcraft, and the fact that an innocent man had just died due to it. He kept trying to keep his brain focused on the situation at hand… and yet all he could think about was her.

Oh, not the 'her' lying on the scrawny mattress next to him. No, the other 'her'. The Rose 'her'… he missed her so much, but especially at times like this, when he could use her clever mind and 'never miss a beat' attitude.

Rose would know what to do. That's what he told Martha, and that's what he truly believed. Rose was clever and quick, even when she didn't realize it. In fact, those were always his favorite moments. When she was showing her true genius, and was completely oblivious to the fact that she was solving problems.

He smirked a little, remembering the pleased little grin she would wear when he would declare her clever. He'd give her the biggest smile, and he'd say something like "Rose Tyler, you're brilliant!" and she would blush an adorable pink, and her eyes would brighten, and she would tip her head just so…

The Doctor bolted upright at the scream, and was off the bed and out of the room faster than a blink… there was something going on down the hall, and the Doctor was the first one on the scene to find out what it was…

Fin