What It Is And Isn't

Chapter 6

I honestly don't know what I'm doing wrong to make people not read my stories on here :/ I'm sorry if I'm disappointing any of you, I don't know what else to do.

She woke up feeling uneasy. She had dreamed about what Phillip had been talking about, what had happened to him.  She looked around and realized it was the middle of the night.  For a moment she forgot that she wasn't alone, until she heard a gentle little sigh from next to her. 

He was curled around her, his nose pressed to her forehead.  Rose's hand was on his waist, his arms wrapped around her back, pulling her so tight against him she had to wonder why she even thought she was alone for just a moment.  The warmth from his skin radiated off of him onto her.  

After a few moments, his hand skimmed up her back and he sighed softly.  He swam up from sleep, and his voice rumbled against her, "Why are you awake?"

"Why are you awake?" She countered softly. 

"You were awake," he said softly, "And besides, you're squeezing me so tight, how could I not wake up?"

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. What's wrong?"

"I don't know," She admitted, long past hiding anything  from the Doctor when she knew that he was going to find out anyway.  "I just woke up feeling uneasy."

He shifted down, closer to her, and pulled the covers tighter around them.  He was clearly still half asleep, judging by the slur in his voice and the lethargy in his movements.  "You're safe with me, okay?"

"I know," she insisted, "But something feels wrong."

The Doctor shifted around for a moment, and pulled his sonic screwdriver out from God knew where and held it so it was against her hip.  "If anything comes, I'll kill them."

She lifted her head and looked down at him. "That's out of character for you," she said, only half teasing.  He blinked blearily up at her and closed his eyes again before tugging her back down to her former position.

"If something was going to kill you, Rose, I'd kill them."

Rose felt her heart swell happily in her chest at the very thought and she snuggled closer to him.  It was warm in the house, but she couldn't be bothered to move.  She felt too safe, wrapped up in his arms, in this bed.  She let her eyes fall shut and it only took a few minutes before she fell back asleep, to the gentle thudding of his hearts against her cheek. 

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When she woke up for the second time, it was daylight and the Doctor was prancing about, tying his tie when she looked up.  He grinned at her, as though they hadn't cuddled all night and murmured about safety in the dark.  She had to swallow and close her eyes for a moment at just that memory.  

"You're awake," she said when she felt safe to open her eyes again without them staring at him in a rather lewd fashion.  

"Oh, yes!" he said, "Fully energized for the week, me!  Then I can watch after you all night."

So he did remember.  "You won't get bored?"

He furrowed his brows.  "No."

"Oh," She shifted uncomfortably and then rolled out of bed, walking towards her suitcase. "I'll go ahead and get ready, then. What are we gonna do?"

"Today?" He asked. She nodded and he scrunched up his nose.  "I think we should go into the woods today, to look around."

"Search for prints?" She asked teasingly, tongue in teeth.