Rose and Ten one shots.

The insecurities of the Great Rose Tyler.

I'm so bad at titles...

(Author's note) First of all, happy Easter! I wrote this while I was supposed to be socialising with relatives. (Ah, everyone's saying hello to each other, how /wonderful/) This one shot is set near the beginning of the middle of season one, (if that makes any sense) and so is with Nine and Rose. The ending is a bit weak, but I couldn't think of another way to stop it. If I think of something better then I will change it. Also, if you are reading this when I first posted it, then just pretend that the words like /this/ are supposed to be italicised. I am typing this on my iPad, and don't know how to do that. I will fix them when I get home to my dear computer, but until then you'll just have to use your imagination, or get creative, as I suppose you could say. (Sigh) I'm a bit messed up. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fic, thanks for reading!

A brisk, chilly wind nips at the exposed ears of a young woman walking down a lonely street, tossing her hair in the current. She drifts closer to the older gentleman walking beside her, leaning into the warmth of his leather jacket. His mouth pulls into a small frown as he debates moving away. Deciding to let her stay as she is, he speaks with a subtle northern accent. "Rose, don't you think we should be getting back to the T.A.R.D.I.S now?" She looks up at him, the newly risen moon sparkling in her hazel eyes.

"Probably, can we stay a bit longer though? Something about watching your planet get blown to pieces kind of makes you want to visit it more often." Shooting her a sideways grin, the Doctor sighs quietly and nods.

"Fine. Just a few more minutes though, it looks like going to start raining soon." Rose nods, and presses closer to him. Looking down at her, he realises that his companion is shivering, presumably from the icy breeze that has begun to blow. After rolling his eyes and muttering something derogatory about the human race, he shrugs off his jacket and hands it to the girl. "Here, don't just stand there shivering..." Lowering her eyes to the glistering pavement, she pulls it on over her own jacket, but keeps her close proximity to the Time Lord as they walk along.

"Thanks." She slips a small hand into his, and they stroll along together, lost in wishes and wonderings. The Doctor's mind has just wandered into a pleasant daydream when the first raindrop hits. Pulling himself away from his reverie, he squeezes his companion's fingers gently.

"Rose, it's raining, let's go." She blinks, bringing herself back to reality, and nods. The Doctor turns, and begins to walk back to the old blue box, with Rose following along beside. They've only gone a few blocks however, when what had been a few droplets here and there turns suddenly into an outpour of the heavens. Quickening his pace into a brisk jog, he pulls his sodden companion under the awning of a small shop. "We can wait out the rain here."

They stand in silence, staring out at a dreary world. After a few minutes pass without the rain giving any sign of letting up, the Doctor sighs and leans against the brick exterior. "Well Rose, it looks like we're going to be here for a while." She nods grimly.

"Yeah, it looks that way." She then walks over to him and presses her face lightly into his chest. The frown on his face is more pronounced now as he fingers her hair absently. He's noticed over the past few weeks that Rose has become rather more touchy than before. Nothing really, just an increase on hand-holding and hugging and the like. Not that he particularly /minds/ of course, it's just rather odd. Well, I suppose now's as good a time as any to make sure she's ok. Not like there's anything else I could be doing.

Mind set, he pulls Rose away and tucks a loose wet strand of hair behind her ear. "Rose, is something wrong?" She blinks and steps back to a comfortable distance.

"No, everything's fine."

"Are you sure? Is something bothering you?" A gust of wind blows the falling rain up under the awning, drenching the two yet again. Blinking the rain out of her eyes, she pushes the sleeves of the leather jacket up off of her hands and rubs them together.