Title: White Paint
Author: sinecure
Character/Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: All ages
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: Rose can't stand it anymore.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
Author's Notes: to JennyLD for the beta and the prompt, joke though it was.

White paint stuck on knuckles

Picking at the white paint stuck to her knuckles, Rose took a step back and looked at the wall, paint roller dangling from her tired fingers. The blue was completely gone now and she felt a weight lift off her shoulders. Sighing, she dropped the roller to the pan and stretched her aching muscles.

With a last look around, she started out of the room, leaving behind the fumes and the memories, but she tripped over one of the boxes by the door, tipping it on its side, spilling the contents at her feet.

A tan teddy bear landed facing her, its big, blue and white polka dot tie crooked, tilted up over its cheek. Her heart clenched, eyes filling with tears as she wrapped her arms loosely around her now flat stomach.

The small bear smiled up at her and she knelt down, picking it up, playing a finger over its soft, furry nose before straightening the tie. A watery smile teased her lips.

"Oi, Rose! Are you planning on-- oh." The Doctor stopped just on the threshold, hands in his pockets, eyes darting around the freshly painted walls and boxed-up toys.

He never came in here anymore.

Their room was connected to this one, but he never even glanced at the door between them. It was as if it didn't exist.

He surprised her by moving quietly toward her, taking the bear from her hands. "You shouldn't be in here."

"I couldn't stand it anymore." Her eyes dropped with him as he knelt and righted the box, placing the bear and other baby toys inside it.

After a last touch of the bear's arm, he stood up and gently cupped her cheek. "I'm sorry."

She sniffed and wiped the tears spilling down her cheeks with the back of her paint-encrusted knuckles. "You said the TARDIS would take care of it, but she hasn't."

He pressed a kiss to her temple, holding his lips there for what seemed like an eternity, comforting her, soothing her. But then he pulled back to smooth his hand down her hair, eyes sliding away from hers. "I..." he swallowed thickly before continuing, "I come in here. Sometimes. While you sleep."

Tears falling faster, Rose rested her head on his chest, and wrapped her arms around his waist, seeking his comfort as much as he was seeking hers.