TenRose One-Shots/ Doctor X-Reader (REQUESTS OPEN)

Time is No Healer

This will be short, but there will be fluff. Like a tiny throw pillow.

Is that a fanfiction category? It should be. Anyways, here's your TenRose fix.

(Okay so I got a little carried away and it's 4,228 words long so that's not short, but I still like the idea of calling short fluffy fics throw pillows. Anyways, enjoy)

3rd POV, following Rose:

     "Where's the Doctor gone of to now?" Rose thought to herself, peeking her head into his room. He'd disappeared some time ago to do repairs, but he wasn't in the console room and she was bored. She needed her Time Lord to pay attention to her and she knew that he more than likely had about a million thoughts he'd be ready to share by now. 

     She checked his room and it was empty, no use hanging around there. As much as Rose wanted to, she resisted the urge to go lay in his bed and inhale his scent. Instead, she was a big girl and she walked off, going back to the library to search for him. 

     Ten minutes later, nothing. At this point, she was getting alarmed. A lightbulb went off in her head, and she pulled out her mobile and speed dialed him. Since they both kept getting separated all the time on their travels, she thought it best they both have a phone. He didn't like the idea, he said it was "too domestic" and he whined so much about it that she almost gave up. But she was persistent, and he caved.

     He wasn't caving now, though. His phone rang, and rang, and rang.....and went to voicemail. His dorky voicemail came on and she resisted the urge to smile, instead she groaned and clacked her phone shut. She put it back in her pocket, and started heading to the console room.

     "Where's he gone of to, girl?" Rose asked the TARDIS. The machine hummed back at her quietly, giving off the vibe that she knew where he was. 

     "Well, where is he?" The TARDIS hummed again and gave Rose a feeling like he didn't want to be found.

     "Is he alright?" The TARDIS was now silent.

     "Is he alright, I asked!" Nothing. Rose broke out into a full sprint, heading towards the doors. Once she reached the doors, she tried to open them, but they wouldn't budge. She glared at no one in particular.

"Why won't you let me out? If he's not alright, why won't you let me help him? Where are we that's so bad that I can't go to him?" She spat angrily at the TARDIS. As a reply, she received a sharp pain in her head that brought her to her knees, crying out in pain.

The TARDIS put a thought in Rose's mind that they were no where dangerous, that the Doctor was not in life threatening conditions, and he only wanted to be left alone. Rose accepted this in her mind, and the pain stopped abruptly.

Rose stayed crumpled on the floor for several minutes, still reeling a bit from the assault that her mind had faced. She uncurled from her ball eventually, and laid down fully on the grating just in front of the door.

"I have one question for you, and if you think the answer is good, I promise I'll quit bothering you." The TARDIS hummed, saying "I'm listening" in her own way.

"When has the Doctor ever asked to be left alone when he's in pain and it's worked out well?" Rose asked her question, and pure silence followed. The normal noises from the TARDIS stopped. No clanking, no humming, no whirring, no thoughts or pains in Rose's head. The usually noisy and filled with life machine was dead silent, as if she was holding her breath. The silence lasted only a few seconds, but to Rose, it was the most unnerving small eternity she'd felt so far.

To break the silence, Rose heard the door click above her. She shot to her feet just as the door opened a hair. Rose took a deep breath and steeled herself to open the door to a fleet of some kind of hostile alien, holding the Doctor captive.