A/N: This one is totally Taylor's fault. She wrote DM so I had to write Drose. Apparently that's only fair. R&R.

Cared for

"Rose what is it? What's wrong?" there was no mistaking the panic in the Doctor's voice when Rose came through to the kitchen wearing pyjamas with a blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders. She barely looked awake, her slippers scuffing across the floor rather than her making proper steps.

She looked at him when he spoke, looking as though she was trying to make sense of what he said. "Nothing's… wrong…" she said and as she pulled the blanket even tighter around her the Doctor realised she was shivering slightly.

He moved from his seat at the kitchen table and wrapped his arms around her, "Rose you're freezing. What is it? Are you ill?"

Rose lent against him, letting him just hold her there, her eyelids drooping, barely registering his words. After too long a pause she said, "M'fine, Doctor."

"No. No, you're not," he pulled out of the hug and led her to a chair, making her sit down before going and flicking the kettle on. He darted around the kitchen grabbing a teabag, a cup, milk and a spoon while the kettle rose to a boil. By the time the tea was made and he placed it on the table in front of her, Rose had her arms folded on the table and her head resting on them. Gently he shook her shoulder to wake her up. "Rosie."

Rose blinked at him, "S'not my name," she complained through a yawn.

The Doctor smiled, "Come on, you're going back to bed."

"Doctor, it's day time," Rose pointed out.

"Yes and you're clearly either just very tired or ill, so you're going back to bed. Doctor's orders," he replied, smirking slightly.

Rose rolled her eyes and yawned again, "M'kay," she agreed and got to her feet, almost falling in the process. The Doctor quickly wrapped an arm around her and kept her upright, Rose moved just enough to cling to him, holding on to him as though for dear life.

"Can you walk?" the Doctor asked gently and Rose made no reply except to bury her head in his shoulder. "I'm going to take that as a no, right Miss Tyler, hold on," he moved her arms to around his neck and scooped her into his arms. Rose yelped slightly in surprise but otherwise didn't complain. She only cuddled close to him as he carried her through to her bedroom, it was only when he put her down that she complained.

"Stay," she whispered, reluctant to let go of him.

He prised her arms away from his neck and replied, "Give me a couple of minutes and I'll be back."

Rose nodded sleepily and lay down properly, curling up slightly and pulling the duvet tight around her. The Doctor left her room, grabbed her tea from the kitchen and a DVD from the living room before returning to her. When he got back to her room Rose was asleep again but shivering despite the duvet.

"Rose," he whispered gently and she blinked at him. "Sit up, you need to drink this tea."

Rose stared at him for a moment before sitting up and taking the cup off him. "S'hot," she muttered after taking a sip.

"It's tea, it's meant be hot," he said with a small laugh.

He left her to drink the tea and crossed the room and placed the DVD in the DVD player. Once it was in and he grabbed the remote he joined her in the bed, wrapping an arm around her.

"Any warmer?" he asked.

Rose snuggled against him and nodded in agreement. "If this DVD is one of you crappy docu-" she broke off when the titles started and it was one of her favourite films. A Jennifer Aniston chick-flick. "You hate this film."

"But you love it," he replied.

Rose grinned and put her now empty cup down, "I should get ill more often," she said, cuddling close to the Doctor, feeling him wrap his arms around her tightly. "If this is the treatment I get."

The Doctor laughed, "Just get yourself better," he told her and Rose nodded, watching the film quietly.