This is just a short little story to accompany this set I made on Tumblr. You can check my profile if you'd like to see it. If I get some general feedback I might write more collections of Eleven going back to visit Rose, being that I do have a few half-written stories in progress of that sort. So I may add chapters to this in the future of Eleven and Rose, so follow if you'd like to read them. Anyway, enjoy!

Folding back on your own personal time line was dangerous most times, though the Doctor had encountered the situation more times than not. He tried his hardest not to do so, he did hate reliving some things though it was just something he had to do. Jumping up from the seat in the console room, the Doctor began piloting the TARDIS; he let out a scoff pressing the stabilizers as to make a quiet landing. It wasn't often that the Doctor felt nervous, though there it was in the form of butterflies in his stomach. Amy and Rory could wait a little while longer, and he was sure that River had already told him that he was indeed not dead; there was something he needed to do first.

With a long breath, he opened the door and peaked outside at the destination, the Powell Estate. It was Christmas, and it just didn't feel right spending the holiday without even seeing her at passing glance. From his last regeneration he remembered her being absent for a few moments; Jackie had sent her out to see if her friend Shareen had wanted to join them for dinner. He'd timed it perfectly, she'd be returning by now. And sure enough as he turned to step out of the TARDIS there she was. He couldn't even speak and both his hearts had increased at the mere sight of her, he wasn't anticipating her actually seeing him, let alone them talking to one another. She looked just as beautiful as he remembered, hair golden as a smile as bright as the sun.

"I can't think of anything to say," he pointed out sheepishly, giving a small wave to her as she looked at him in awe. "Which is weird for me, usually I can talk for hours and hours, even without anyone listening." With an almost mesmerized smile, she stepped towards him as her eyes looked him over. She'd know his face anywhere, and it wasn't hard to assume when he stepped out of the familiar blue box wearing suspenders and a bow tie.

Rose reached out and touched his cheek, momentarily fingering his hair as she smiled. "You've changed again…" He nodded, raising his hand to hold it over hers. "This is so weird, you're in there but you're out here too." Just as she did so long ago, Rose grabbed his hand, her fingers intertwined with his own.

"You can't tell me this happens, well the me in there, of course I know I'm doing this."

"Our little secret then, yeah?" She laughed, holding her tongue between her teeth with a grin and swinging their hands slightly. The Doctor laughed too before pulling her in for a tight hug, burying his face into her shoulder.

And he held her tightly, something he should have done a long time ago. She was so warm, always warm and kind, and everything that was good within the world. "Oh Rose Tyler, I am an old fool, but you've got to listen carefully. Something happens, and I just need you to know that I meant to say it." The Doctor pulled her away to take her face in his hands, seeing her surprise when there were tears in his eyes. "I know you trust me, so just trust me on this." She nodded, closing her own eyes to lean against his touch.

"I don't understand, Doctor…"

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he held his lips there for a second longer than he should have. "Just believe me," he asked, his voice sounding much like a plea. "You should go back before I come looking for you, because it gets quite odd when I meet myself and not to mention the possible paradox that could occur and then proceed to tear a hole in the universe. I've done that before and it's very nasty to fi—"

He was interrupted with a short kiss to the corner of his lips, the odd sensation of butterflies in his stomach again. "Merry Christmas, Doctor." She then smiled as he leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Rose Tyler."