A picked Rose TenRose Doctor Who.

A long day

Rose's POV

The Doctor held my hand tightly, as he pulled me into his lap. The Master, what does he want with me?

He said he has very different motives than the Doctor which was obvious by his demeanor. I buried my head deeply into the Doctor's chest.

"What does he want with me?" I whimpered. The Doctor's grip held me tightly as if to hide me from the world.

"I don't know; but I don't intend of letting him get to you." He announced.

I squeezed his hand tightly as my hands shook. He held my hand still as his thumb stroked the back of my wrist.

"Rose, look at me." He commanded. I scarcely looked up, as he held the bottom of my chin.

His eyes so intimidating, and old, but they held so many emotions.

"I won't let him take you away from me, I've lost you to many times." He stated.

His lips gained mine as he held me closer and kissed me, making sure I knew I was his and his only. He picked up my limp body and placed me on my bed.

"Sleep you still are recovering." He reasoned.

"And you?" I stuttered not wanting him to leave.

"I'm not going anywhere." He smirked as he climbed next to me. I lay coddled into his chest.

His arms hiding my body. His head buried into my hair, as his hearts thumped against my head. As I moved with every heartbeat.

I wonder what he was thinking. He knew the Master, and seemed very angered at the man's return. But what was his intentions with me? Is it because of who and what I am?

What will he do to me if he does get his hands on me? I was still tangled up with emotions but I couldn't let the Doctor find out. I'm pretty sure he knew already.

My hair tucked under his chin making him fidget a little at the tingling sensation. He didn't seem to mind though.

His body was on high alert. This so-called Master must have done very bad things to get the Doctor to act this way.

Was it because he threatened to take me? My body tensed as I realized he will most likely hurt the Doctor to get to me. Possibly vice-versa.

The Doctor noticed how tense my body now was. His arms caressed my sides, and he rubbed my back causing me to let out a light moan at his touch.

He seemed pleased as he started to massage my back and torso holding me closer. I held back my slight moans, but some slipped causing him to get closer wanting me all to himself.

He was a selfish TimeLord when I was the subject. My body calmed as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up wearily.

The Doctor was no longer there, I walked through the empty corridors. The TARDIS was a blood-red tint. There in the console room stood the Master, and laying on the floor dead and soaking with blood was the Doctor.

I fell to my knees, I couldn't make a sound. Then the Master started walking towards me. "I told you, you would be mine." He mused with a Cheshire cat smile.

His arms grabbed me forcefully as he and the TARDIS disappeared and I was back at the auction. My ankles and wrist seeping with blood.

I screamed loudly and jolted up.

I was in bed, with the Doctor as he held me as I screamed.

"Rose, its alright it was just a dream, Rose I'm here, I got you." He cooed.

It was a dream, and nothing more. I jumped into his arms sobbing. His tux was now wet with my tears,as I kay trembling.

"it's over, it's over." He encouraged as he held me, his fingers ran through my hair.

"I'm here, it was nothing but a dream, you're safe, you're safe." The Doctor repeated several times. Why are these nightmares just now occurring? What if he does kill the Doctor?