Breaking Point

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He was fully aware that this was the second time in just a few hours that he was Snogging Rose Tyler, but that was all he was aware of outside of the actual act. She had grabbed the lapels of his blue suit jacket and kissed him. The kiss was meant to be quick and gentle, but after a moment, there was nothing gentle about this kiss, it was all passion. Tongue, teeth, hands, lips. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist so that he could pull her closer against him. One of her hands was on the back of his neck. The other was plunged into his hair. His hands ran under the hem of her pajama top to touch the flesh on the small of her back.

Suddenly, he became aware that they had been moving backwards, so that she was now against the wall. He marveled at this human-ish body. That's twice in one day that he had moved without realizing he had done so. Other things were different than his old self, like how he was getting a bit uncomfortable. At the moment, he was cursing himself for his tendency to wear very tight trousers. He felt himself press against her, and she made a moaning sound in his mouth. He wanted to hear her make that sound aga... what?

Rose had frozen. She was pulling back as much as she could when pressed against the wall like she was. He backed off quickly, worried that he had pushed her too far too fast. Just as he was about to open his mouth to apologize, when she breathlessly spoke.

"You- your.." She couldn't get her words out, so she tapped her temple, indicating telepathy. What about telepathy? He wasn't using his right then. Wait, was he? His brain had recently somewhat shorted out. He checked his memory, nope, no telepathy use.

"What about my telepathy? I wasn't going in to your head, if you're wondering. Well, not that I know of, I guess it's possible to not notice, it's happened before. One time in-" he cut himself off this time, fully aware he was about to go into rambling and that this wasn't the time to do so. "Well, you get the drift. Sorry." He put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked sheepish.

While he was going into ramble mode, Rose seemed to have found her speech again. "No, no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have." He was starting to get worried now. "I didn't think. Your telepathic connection. Could he... you know?"

Oh, she was worried his other self would know what they were up to.

"Oh! No, we have to actively send information to one another." A disturbing thought came to him. "Except with very strong emo- oh...um."

"What, Doctor?" she asked with wide eyes.

Suddenly, there was a very familiar, strong warmth in the back of his mind, accompanied by a soft musical sound. The TARDIS was trying to communicate with him. He opened his mind fully to let her in, and was shown a box, with two people inside of it, a circle around the box, and a second box next to it, with it's own circle, and one person inside of that box. What looked like waves was coming from the heads of the person alone and one of the two people inside of the other box hit the circles around the boxes and stopped, not getting to the other person.

"Oh, so she's shielding the two of you from one another while you're in here." Rose said in relief. Interpreting the image the same way he did.

"Yeah. Wait, you got that too?" he questioned her, suddenly remembering the reason they were in the infirmary in the first place.

"Well, yeah, I'm sure she wanted to allay my fears," Rose guessed.

The pair have an awkward moment, that the Doctor broke with a yawn. "Not used to being tired this easily," he complained. "I would have been in bed by now, but, well, I remembered your shoulder."

His yawn triggered one in Rose as well. "Yeah, I was going to go to sleep soon, too. Was jus'...avoiding it," Rose admitted.

"Why's that, then?"