Jaysandra

A/N: PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION FIRST, thank you very much :). Rose Tyler was curled up under two layers of warm blankets. Yellow strands of hair hung over her face as she slept. Her breathing was quick and her mouth twitched as she spoke in her sleep. Beads of sweat were trickling down her forehead. Her fingers would move slightly every now and then. Her dreams had been very strange lately, and she was having another one right now. Rose stood in a boiler room. She was covered in sweat from the heat. The air was so hot it made it difficult for Rose to breathe. Hot gases leaked out from pipes all around her. She was staring at a face on th

"Will you marry me?" Short, simple and, hopefully, effective. Only four words to tell her something so important. Maybe he could add a little. "Rose Tyler, I love you so much. Will you marry me?" A bit too long? If he was even more nervous than he already was, then perhaps he should make it a bit shorter. "Rose Tyler, will you marry me? Please? Pretty, pretty please?" Nope. Nuh-uh. Absolutely no way. Way too much begging. He may only be half time lord, but he still had his pride, and he would not beg her to marry him… nope, definitely not. "Rose Tyler, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" Nah, too formal. She would prefer i