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Rose sank to the floor of her bedroom, curling her arms around her knees and rocking back against the door. Head resting there, she listened to her mum and Mickey arguing good naturedly, squabbling over what was going in the hastily prepared gift box for the… for the man who had saved them. Her mum had decided, annoying daughter stealing alien or not, anyone who saved Christmas deserved a gift and she’d emptied out an old shoe box and was packing it with things he’d like from her kitchen cupboards. Tea, bananas and marmalade so far and, unless Mickey could stop her, two jars of jam. It was sweet, and more than she had ever thought her mum capable of, which just seemed to cement even more firmly how much this man was not the Doctor. Because her mum didn’t like the Doctor, and yet here she was, making him a Christmas gift, laying a place for him at the table, making a special effort for him.

Hi hi! Looking for a fic that's only a chapter long. Rose, Mickey, and Shareen are at a pub celebrating something and the Doctor is eventually coaxed to join them eventually. He gets drunk and tries to fight Mickey, then dances with Rose. They have to take him home to the TARDIS and as they're stumbling along he's singing "Shes Like the Wind" quietly to himself.

He deserved more, Rose's Doctor; he deserved to be missed, mourned, lamented. He deserved people to bloody well notice he had gone.

It was cold and windy on the roof but Rose didn’t feel it. She was wearing her Doctor's armour now and it protected her from everything. Her bit of London lay beneath her, so different than she had thought, all because of him. He’d shown her things, things that made the world look different. Not better, not worse, just different. And you couldn’t take that back, take it away. He’d left, but it was still there, the new way of seeing things. So small, so insignificant, and so very very important. Ordinary people, ordinary lives, the most powerful things, the most important things in the Universe. He’d taught her that. He’d taught her so much. He’d taught her to see. But it had never felt so difficult, because now the thing she needed to see was him. And she wasn’t sure she could. So she pulled the jacket tighter around her and simply watched.

Because Rose was starting to believe, really believe, that this new man was the Doctor and she liked him and she wanted to go with him, and that felt like betrayal. And how did you move forward, when moving forward meant betraying the memory of someone who was still with you?

Thanks so much for this service. I am looking for a Ten/Rose fic where an entity gets in the tardis and preys on Rose when she sleeps. It feeds on her energy and progressively creates more horrifying dreams causing her to avoid sleep and get progressively more exhausted. The Doctor takes her to a planet to a fair and while there they stay in a shelter during a seismic event and the entity cannot get to Rose in this shelter and she is able to sleep. I think the Doctor later refers to this entity as a void or maybe a vortex wraith. Thanks again.