PART ONE ~ PART TWO
Rose woke up in an otherwise empty bed. This was not panic-inducing, not like the Doctor’s absence yesterday. This was a familiar behavior, one that had started after New New Earth and their second encounter with Cassandra. Once they finished with clones and cat nuns, once they were back onboard the TARDIS, the Doctor came to her bedroom – a novel behavior at the time. Rose had felt relieved by this development; Cassandra’s violation of her mind and body left her more shaken than she wanted to admit, and she was comforted by his presence, holding his hand and leaning on his shoulder.
After listening to two hours of chatter about nebulae and the movement of interstellar dust, she’d fallen asleep in the Doctor’s arms. It became something of a routine, him sitting on the edge of the bathtub in her ensuite while she washed her face and brushed her teeth; stripping off his jacket and button down; and joining her in bed. He always slipped away sometime before she woke – his Time Lord body didn’t need much sleep, so off he’d go to tinker in the depths of the TARDIS and wait for her to finish resting.
At the time she’d thought it must mean something, the fact that he spent hours of his life just being with her while he slept. Of course it had: I love you.
Now, in this half-human incarnation, he did sleep every night. For how long, she wasn’t certain, but she’d stood in the door of her bedroom on more than one occasion over the last few weeks, watching him on the couch. His head tipped back and mouth open, a bit of drool on his lip, twitching and occasionally calling out in his native language.
This morning, she heard him in the next room, murmuring to himself and occasionally using his sonic screwdriver.
If the Doctor was having a go at the stove again, the landlord would probably evict them.