This story is dedicated to Grrarrggh who posted this prompt in the "Doctor Who Fanfiction Challenges" forum. If you want to see the prompt, visit topic/116791/126371113/1/Rose-10-and-Rose-11-reunion.

Updated AN March 3, 2015: Hi! Thank you to the overwhelming response to this story! I'm going to continue it and make it into a series of sorts, but for continuity purposes, I'm posting them all as one document: mainly because my ending of the first story flows very naturally into the second, and like a true Doctor Who storyline, there really is no ending, but the story continues. But the main plot line will change, which is why I'm dividing the story into "books". The first book is now complete, consisting of chapters 1 - 18. The story continues with a new plot in 19!

I do not own Doctor Who.

BOOK I: Fixing the Doctor's Mistake

CHAPTER 1: An Unexpected Reunion

Amy couldn't sleep. She didn't know how Rory could. After all, they had slept through the entirety of their last adventure. The Dream Lord kept them thinking that they were dreaming and waking up over and over as they had to decide which reality was real, and which was a dream. Amy realized that the one reality was a dream when Rory died, but she was shocked to discover that both realities were dreams. Of course, the Doctor had figured it out. He was so clever!

But now it was midway through the night cycle on the TARDIS, and Amy was wide awake. So she wandered down to the console room to see what the Doctor was up to. The Time Lord never slept, or at least Amy had never seen him sleep before today. It was an unusual sight, to be sure. She was not surprised in the least, therefore, to find him underneath the console, tinkering.

"Whatcha doing, Raggedy Man?" She asked.

The Doctor was startled and dropped his screwdriver. "Amy! Don't sneak up on me like that! You almost gave me a hearts attack! What are you doing awake, anyway?"

"Couldn't sleep. Too much sleep earlier today, though I can't exactly say that it was restful."

"Suppose it wasn't. Well, since you're there, do you think you can hand me the quantum droid mechanical stabilizer?"

"The what?"

"Oh, never mind. I'll get it."

Amy sat down on the floor and watched him work. They continued in companionable silence for awhile. Amy let her mind wander. It had been a good day, all in all. They were never really in danger, and she was finally able to make up her mind about the men in her life. Her Raggedy Man was clever, funny, and even at times adorable, but her fondness for him really was more of a childhood crush that had matured into a solid friendship. And she was okay with that. Her relationship with Rory had also matured, but into something so much deeper. She was in love with Rory Williams! She wanted to shout it from the rooftops! How had she ever doubted her feelings for him before?

The Doctor watched her out of the corner of his eye with a knowing smile. His Amelia Pond finally knew where her heart belonged. He envied her. The love of her life was by her side and would be for the rest of her life. Indeed, Rory and Amy would get their forever. The Doctor marveled again at humans and their capacity to love.

Amy broke out of her daydream to ask him a question. "Doctor, have you ever been in love?"

He immediately plunged his head deep under the console. "Sorry, Amy! Can't understand you!"

"Doctor!" She scolded. "Fine, if you don't want to talk about it..."

"I don't!" Came the reply.

"Well, that's about as good as answering the question, then!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"You're avoiding the question, which means the answer is 'yes', and you don't want to talk about it, which means that it didn't end well. So, spill it! Who was she?"

He didn't answer.

"I'm waiting!" The Doctor didn't have to look at her to know that her arms were folded across her chest, and her foot was tapping impatiently. Still, he didn't answer.

"Doctor, I'm not going to let this drop!"

"Amy, there's a reason that I don't talk about the past," he finally offered. He paused. "It hurts too much. You don't live as long as I have without losing people you care about. Now go get some rest, Amy. I don't want Rory and I to have to carry you tomorrow because you fell asleep midday."

She complied, but the conversation was by no means over. The Doctor sighed. As she walked out, the TARDIS console started beeping. "That's really, really bad, as in not good," he said to himself. "That's a Void alarm! Something has crossed into this universe from another! It'd better not be a Dalek. If it is, call me a Monkey's Uncle! Wait, no that's rubbish. Never saying that again!" He muttered to himself as he plugged in the coordinates of the alarm and sent his amazing time ship on her way.

She had jumped into no fewer than fifty different universes, perhaps even more. She had stopped counting long ago. None of them were the right one. None of them had the Doctor. Who knew there were so many? But unlike the others, this one felt right. She couldn't really explain it, but those other worlds felt wrong, somehow. Almost as if the air itself was hostile to her. But as she stood on that beach in Norway that was oh so achingly familiar, the breeze felt warm and welcoming, despite the chill in the air. Of course, she'd have to find the Doctor to know for sure, but she was 99.9% sure that this was the right universe. She had struggled and fought and received quite a bit since Canary Wharf, but it had finally paid off. Rose Tyler was finally home! She smiled, fiddled with a few buttons on the contraption on her wrist, and vanished. Five scant seconds later, the TARDIS materialized on Bad Wolf Bay.

The Doctor did a full scan of the area. The beach seemed oddly familiar to him, though he was sure that he'd never been there before. Well, at any rate, there was no sign of anything that had come through the Void - in fact, the beach itself seemed void of all life of any kind. Assuming that the TARDIS just had a faulty signal, he once again sent her spiraling off into the time vortex.

Rose had teleported herself to 21st century London, and almost squealed in delight as she beheld the sky that was empty of zepplins. But, rule number one of using a teleport was not to draw attention to yourself, and squealing would have done just that. That didn't stop her from grinning a humongous grin and doing a little happy dance, though. She had no doubts that this was the right place! "Now to find the Doctor!" She said to herself, as her stomach let out a loud growl. She supposed that lunch had just made itself a priority, and made her way to a chippy. As she munched on her favorite comfort food (and the chips were "gorgeous!". Chips never tasted quite right in Pete's World.), the reality of her situation began to sink in. She had been so focused on getting back to this universe, she realized, that she'd not stopped to consider how she would find the Doctor. How do you find a man who can literally be anywhere and at any time?

The shop was mostly empty except for a group of four in the corner booth. Rose couldn't help but smile at them. There was a young woman about her age with ginger hair that shimmered like gold in the sunlight that streaked in through the window. With hair like that, she understood why the Doctor wanted to be ginger. You can't bottle that color! To her left was a young man who would have been very good looking, except that his nose was rather large. It gave him character, though. Across from the gorgeous red head was a woman who appeared to be in her forties with long blonde hair that was so curly that it stuck out from her head like a lion's mane. The woman exuded confidence and charm. Rose instantly decided that she wanted to be like her. Next to the blond was a very odd looking young man. He looked to be in his late twenties or maybe early thirties with a mop of brown hair that dangled in his face. It was his outfit that was a bit odd, however. He was wearing a tweed jacket, and was that a red bowtie? He smiled at his friends at the table, but Rose noticed that the smile didn't reach the young man's eyes. It was wrong for a man so young to have eyes so old. It was almost as if he... No. It couldn't be, could it?

She quietly paid for her check and adopted out the door, unnoticed by the foursome. She walked around the corner and ducked into an alley. That was when he saw her: the TARDIS in all her blue box glory. "Hello, Old Girl!" She whispered.

She was dismayed to discover, however, to find that her key didn't fit the lock. Perhaps this wasn't the TARDIS after all? Perhaps it was just a blue police box. Or perhaps she didn't have the correct universe after all. It never occurred to her that she had the right universe and that blue box was indeed the TARDIS piloted by a Time Lord known as the Doctor, but she had the wrong Doctor!

As the Doctor, River, and the Ponds left the shop and rounded the corner to where they'd pushed the TARDIS, the Doctor thought he heard someone crying. "You all go on ahead. I'll be on shortly," he said. He followed the sound of the tears further down the alley. As he got closer, the young blonde looked up at him as she heard his footsteps approaching. He was stunned.

"You alright, there, mate?" She asked. "You look as if you've seen a ghost!"

"I'm not so sure that I haven't!" The Doctor replied, stunned. Then his voice broke, raw with emotion add he said her name. "Rose Tyler!"

"Doctor?" She asked, hesitantly. He nodded, and she ran into his arms.