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Time Lords Don't Need Sleep?Rose often wondered if the Doctor ever actually slept. He always was running around with seemingly boundless energy like a child who had too many E-numbers.Time Lords Don't Need Sleep? by Shantella
It didn’t get much better after his regeneration. In fact, his energy levels seemed to increase! So it was real surprise when she heard him let out a jaw-cracking yawn earlier in the console room. He denied it, of course. Time Lords didn’t do such things he assured her. Rose just smiled and nodded.
Of course they didn’t.
But this one did!
It had been a long couple of days. Another civilisation saved all thanks to the Doctor’s quick wit and a lot of running, so they thought they’d just take some down time in the TARDIS library.
His favourite reading chair had long since been replaced with a slightly larger sofa that they would often lounge about on, usually until Rose fell asleep and the Doctor would have to prod her awake and te
DW: After France“I’m always alright.”DW: After France by Shantella
Rose knew it was a lie. The Doctor was once again burying his feelings under a forced smile and placations. But she saw the pain in his eyes and knew that he was no where near alright.
Mickey must have sensed this too, and asked Rose for a tour of the TARDIS to give the Doctor some room to deal with the events of the day and because he was absolutely livid at the Time Lord.
“He promised that he would never abandon you, Rose, and what did he do the very next day? He bloody rode off on horseback to save a pretty French Aristocrat! He was Madame de Pompadour’s knight in shinin’ pinstripes! I saw how the Doctor looked at her. He’s just like every other bloke after all. I tried to tell you, but oh no, you just wouldn’t listen!” Mickey was ranting as soon as he was out of the range of the Doctor’s hearing.
“But he came back!” R