Ten X Rose one shots

Pour Toujours

He'd wanted to make it up to her. Their trip to France was... eventful to say the least. And he knew Rose had been hurt by that trip, why, he didn't know. Of course he'd asked, whether it was him being gone for five and a half hours or if was getting captured by the clockwork droids, but each answer he gave was denied. The early hours after the events in France had left them all feeling raw, however the Doctor had hoped they could seek comfort in each other, like they always do; this time, Rose had distanced herself and was only being passive. Whatever had happened, he gathered, was probably his doing so he decided to make it up to her.

Mickey had chosen to return back home, so it was the just the two of them now. They hadn't talked in a while, not properly at least, he hoped that taking her on this trip would fix that. He wondered through the corridors to her room and found it empty, then wondered some more to the library. He'd found that there were really only four rooms that Rose Tyler could be found in: her bedroom, the library or the kitchen or the console room.

"Rose?" He called out, pushing one of the grand oak doors open.

"Hm?" Her eyes snapped up immediately.

"We're going somewhere." He hinted with a grin.

She matched his grin, but it didn't meet her eyes, "Where?"

"France."

Her face fell a little, her grin no longer meeting her eyes. "Oh." Was all she could manage to breathe.

"You loved the idea of going to France when I first mentioned it."

"That was before we ended up there," Rose scoffed, snapping her book shut, "Before everything that happened, or have you forgotten, Doctor?"

Taken slightly aback by her sudden outburst, he gaped at her before answering. "I can assure you I didn't mean for anything that day to happen," Rose was standing her ground. He sighed. "Why are you acting like this?"

Misinterpreting his concern for harshness, she threw a cold glare at him before roughly shoving her book back onto the shelf. "Men." She muttered bitterly as she then shoved past him and out of the library.

Feeling helpless, the Doctor tried to ask the TARDIS for help, but soon found her closed off. Guess it was obvious who's 'side' she was picking. Slumping into an armchair, he scrubbed his palm over his face and rubbed his forehead. 1700s France was an eventful trip for them all, but why had it affected Rose this much? Even during the early hours in which he had regenerated, she hadn't been this cold to him, so why the sudden outburst now? Or maybe it had affected her more than she let on, and this was the way she was coping? This led him to sigh again, she was so brave all the time, never letting anymore on than necessary. This was his fault, in more ways than one.

***

A few hours later, Rose wiped the remaining tears from her red rimmed eyes and rolled onto her back. All she wanted was to forget France, she had hated it, so what did the Doctor think he was doing, saying they were going back?

Just the mere thought of it set off fresh tears in her eyes and she mentally scolded herself for being so childish about it all. He was right, what happened in France wasn't his fault, she couldn't blame him for that. And today he'd only wanted to make up for it by taking her again - properly this time. However, a traitorous part of her mind reminded her, the social aspects regarding Madam de Pompadour was his fault.

She let out and anguished groan, then decided to take a bath to try and relax herself.

When she came out of the bathroom, she noticed a sheet of paper being slipped under her door, followed by the distinct squeak from the soles of his shoes.