Alright, here we go. I am going to try my luck at writing Rose/Ten II. All from Rose's point of view, that way you can get her thoughts and such.

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We are standing on Bad Wolf Bay once again. I look at the Doctor to protest, but he explains his reasons for leaving me here. I just wanted the answer to the unfinished sentence that had haunted me. "Does it need saying," the Doctor asked. I could see the tears threatening to spill over as I turned to his metacrisis, "And you?" He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "I love you." Before I know what I'm doing, I pull the clone by his lapels and kiss him. Suddenly, I hear the TARDIS dematerializing. "I didn't even get to say good bye," I whisper as the metacrisis grabs my hand firmly. "I only have one life Rose Tyler. I could spend it with you, if you like." I glance up at him and without saying a word, I lead him to the vehicle.

6 Months Later

"John? John it is time to get up. You're gonna be late," I call up the stairs. We had recently been given a home from Torchwood. A few minutes later, I hear John coming down the stairs. "Good morning Rose," he says as he places a kiss on my cheek. He hadn't given me a real kiss since the day on the beach. "You know Rose, when Donna and I first started travelling, she asked me about you. Saw your sweater on the railing," he said as he poured his coffee. Luckily, his back was to me, because my face flushed. "Yeah? What did ya say," I ask off-handedly. He turns around as I busy myself with the morning paper. "I told her, we were together Rose." My guard is torn down as I nearly drop my coffee. He cracks a smile. "Do you think, maybe, we could try being more than friends again Rose," he nervously asked as he took my hand. Slowly, I nod, and his lips crash onto mine. My watch beeps, signaling It's 7:30. "Alright, off to work with you. Domestics, remember," I ask as I pull away. "Dinner is at 6, try to be home around then. Don't want to have to eat with mum alone again." John waved at me as he walked out the door.

Once I was sure he was gone, I climbed the stairs to my room. John and I had decided to not share a room, not yet. His anger was not something to cross. We had already had our fair share of fights. About a month after arriving back into the parallel world, a package had been delivered to Torchwood for me. The Doctor must have found a crack in the universe that hadn't closed. He had sent my photos I had taken of us to me, and a small note saying that he would forever keep the framed photos of the two of us in his room and that my room would remain untouched, just in case. Ever since the package, I hadn't heard from him. Sighing, I pull the box I had put everything in from underneath my bed. John didn't know what it was. I flipped through the photographs, in some, the Doctor looked smug about me photographing him, but I told him over and over, "If something happens, and we get separated, I want your memories. What if one day I have kids, and want to tell them about you?" I shake my head at the memory.

"Mum? It's me. Do ya have an empty photo album? I'm makin' somethin' for John and I," I ask into my mobile. She starts rambling about how the two of us should put our differences aside. "Mum! We did, John and I are going to give it a try." For the first time in a long time, she is silent. "I'll be right over with the album sweetie." About 20 minutes pass before there is a knock on the door. "I don't get why you quit Torchwood sweetie," she says as she places the TARDIS blue album on the island. "I didn't quit. I'm a consultant. They only call me if they really need help. But John is doin' alright." She rolls her eyes at me. "Your father found this on one of their digs, he was hoping you might know what it is," she holds out a green piece of coral. I take it and start examining it. Suddenly, the key around my neck glows hot. "Ouch," I yell. I rip the chain from my neck and drop it and the coral to the ground. The two both start glowing with what appears to be regeneration energy. When it clears, there is a very small cylinder in their place, steadily pulsating.

"What is it," mum asks as she leans over my shoulder. I shrug and reply, "I dunno, but I'll ask John about it." I snap a photo of it with my mobile and quickly send it to John. A few minutes later, my mobile rings, "Rose? Where did you get that?" I roll my eyes, "Hullo to you too. Pete found some strange looking coral, and when it got near the key, they made that." I listen patiently as he rambles to himself. "Rose. That is a baby TARDIS," he finally confirms. I nearly drop the phone, "Are ya sure?" "Positive. They take thousands of years to grow though, that one is growing way too fast," he said, a pang of excitement in his voice. "I'll see ya tonight Rose." I close my phone and glance to my mum, "That, is a growing TARDIS." She looks at me in surprise. "Really?" I nod and start putting together the album.

Mum left around lunch time to pick up Pete. I sat cross-legged on my bed. "Oh Doctor, what would ya wan' me to do," I mumbled running my fingers over a photograph of us on Christmas shortly after his regeneration. Gently, there is a knock on my door. I hide the picture away quickly, my psychologist said that until I stopped the panic attacks I shouldn't I have them around, "Come in," I say softly. "Hey Rose, thought I would come home for lunch. Didn't know if a growing TARDIS would be a trigger," John said as he opened my door. I clasped my hands together and shoved them between my knees, looking down at them. "You were on a mission, you didn' 'ave to come home," I whisper through tears. "Mission is being handled. Come outside with me," he said as he held out his hand. I grasped it tightly and walked with him down the stairs and out the back door onto our deck. The tiny TARDIS was growing off to the side, in the flower garden. "You know, give it another, mmmmm I'd say 6 to 8 months and she will be ready to fly," John said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

We stood there in silence for a while, before John broke the silence, "Do you think Gallifrey is out there? Alternate universe and all, maybe Daleks and Time Lords are friends." I snuggle into his shoulder, "Maybe once the TARDIS is ready, we can try and find them. Someone must be using TARDISes, where else would the coral have come from?" He kissed the top of my head gently, "You miss him, don't you?" I pulled away from him abruptly, "John.." Quickly he grabbed me back to him and sat cross-legged on the ground with my head against his chest. My breathing and heart had quickened. "John," I gasped, the fear resounding in my voice, "Make it stop." I felt John hold my head against his chest, "Listen to my heart Rose. It always helps. Close your eyes, and listen." He rocked me gently.

"Rose, Rose wake up, please," I heard John saying. His voice sounded so far away. My eyes flutter open. "What happened," I ask groggily sitting up. "It was a bad attack this time. Already called Pete. I'll be home for a while with you. Good thing you are his daughter and he loves you," John said as he ran a hand through my hair. "You know, I used to think that him coming back someday would help you, but I now hope he stays far away. I don't think you could handle him." With this, I gingerly stood up. "Don't say that. He still might visit. Don't you dare say that," I whisper angrily. "Inside Rose. We need to talk about what we aren't going to talk about anymore," John said as he opened the sliding door.

A few minutes later, my hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and John was sitting across the table from me. "I think, for your sake, we won't mention the Doctor unless necessary. You did fine with the TARDIS, and you do fine with me," he says, I can hear the regret in his voice. "You are, basically him, yeah," I question with my eyebrows raised. He nods and puts on his glasses. "Wait here then." I race upstairs and get the photo album. "This is for you," I say, holding out the album. I lean against the counter while he flips through the photographs. Finally, he says, "Where did you get all these?" "I'm assumin' from you, well, him. Dunno. The package and a note just appeared one day," I say shrugging my shoulders. "Thought it would be a good way for us to start out. Ya aren't him, I get that, but with his memories, I'm sure you remember the night you pushed me up against the console?" John's face turns bright red and I can't help but giggle. "Rose Tyler. I most certainly remember that night," he whispers as he kisses me just below my earlobe.

This causes me to let out a fit of giggles, "Alright, stop tha'," I say getting up from the table. "Should we finally unpack, get some of these photos up on the walls, maybe get your office sorted," I ask, my tongue between my teeth. John flashes me his trademark toothy grin, his head swaying slightly. "I have an office? Never had an office before, with a desk too," he asks, his eyes lighting up like a child's. "We can get ya a desk, yeah," I say shrugging as I grab my keys off the counter. "Gonna take a few trips ta get everythin' out of storage. All we have is a single dimensional human car. Wanna drive?" I toss the keys to John lightly and he catches them with ease. "We will have this house looking like a home in no time Rose Tyler. Allons-y!"

Six trips and an hour and a half later we finally had all the boxes stacked up in the living room. "Well, any idea where to begin," John asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "None. Grab a box, figure out what room it goes in I suppose," I sighed as I grabbed the nearest box. "See? Dishes. So this will be the kitchen pile," I said with a voice full of hope.

Before we knew it, 5:30 had rolled around. The living room is a mess, with boxes scattered haphazardly across the entirety of the room. I run my hand through my hair and pout as I hear the doorbell ring. "You, can answer that one," John whispered as he grabbed a few boxes from the "office" pile and slipped into the room that was just off the living room. He chose that one because of the "cool doors" as he put it. Stopping by the mirror we have in the hallway leading to the door I wipe some dust off my shirt and slap on a smile. Mum won't be happy to see the disarray. Living in the mansion has really changed her ideals on living.

"Mum! Dad! You're early! John has been home all afternoon. We actually haven't had a chance to start dinner, been busy ya know," I rattle off as dad chuckles. "Can we at least come in sweetheart? Bit nippy out here tonight," mum says as she pushed by, not waiting for an answer. I hold up a hand as Pete follows, "Jus' wait," I whisper. "What the bloody hell have you two been doing to this house," I hear her shout from the living room. "John an' I are trying to unpack. Been here six months, and we still are only using the minimum amoun' of stuff," I shout back as I head to the kitchen. To my surprise, John is already in there preparing supper. I sneak up behind him and place a kiss on his cheek. "Do ya like your office John," I ask as I snake my hands under his dress shirt. It takes me moment to realize he was no longer in a suit, but jeans. Still wearing converse though. "John….what are you wearing," I stammer as he turns around. "Do you not like it? I thought, maybe I would change things up." I take in his entire look. Black dress shirt, untucked with a dark pair of blue jeans, red trainers, his brainy specs, and the hair sticking up in every direction. "I love it," I whisper placing a kiss to his cheek. "I'm gonna go stop mum from unpacking those boxes." As I leave the kitchen, Pete walks in. I struggle calling him dad, but it is getting easier.

"Mum? C'mon, let's go check on the boys," I quietly say as I lean on the door frame leading to the living room. Just as she looks up, my mobile rings. Rolling her eyes she returns to digging through a box. I glance at the caller id, "Amy Williams." Sighing I accept the call, "Hey Amy, everythin' alright?" Her Scottish voice rings through the speaker, "Rory and I are wondering if you would like to come over for an end of the season barbeque." I glance in the direction of the kitchen, "Ya know, I'm gonna 'ave to take a rain check. John and I are having mum and Pete over tonight." I roll my eyes as she goes on about how we never hang out anymore before she hangs up. "Who was that Rose," John inquires from behind me. I turn and face him, "Rory and Amy Williams. Wantin' us to pop over there for supper. Told 'em we 'ave company tonight." He gives me smile before brushing a stray hair behind my ear and returning to the kitchen.

John had dinner finished and on the table around 6:30. For most of it, we all talked about Torchwood. As I stood up to clear away some dishes, I felt a rush and flopped back down. "Rose, are you alright," a nervous John asks as he kneels by my side. "Yeah. Jus', had a really weird feelin'. I'm alrigh' though. Sorta had that Bad Wolf feeling to it. Ya don' think it's still in there, do ya?" John shook his head, "That's impossible. My ninth form took it all out. I'll get the dishes tonight." I sat there rubbing my temples as everyone else cleared the able and got all the dishes into the dishwasher. Suddenly, Pete was at my side, "I've given John some leave from Torchwood. Since it has been cleared by, well, me, you'll still receive his salary. I figure he needs to be home with you. I think we are going to have an early night sweetie. You aren't feeling well." I nod and a few minutes later, I hear the door open and close. "C'mon Rose. To bed," John says as I take his hand.

Standing in the doorway to my room I shake my head. "This won't do." John looks at me puzzled, "It's your room Rose." I look at him sleepily. "Yeah, but that is a twin sized bed. You got the king size in your room, since it's bigger. We can't both sleep here." I head off to his room down the hall. I can feel his smile burning into my back, "C'mon then!" I slip my jeans off and grab one of his shirts from his closet. Blushing, I ask, "Do ya mind?" Understanding what I meant, John turned his back to me and didn't turn back around until I gave him the all clear. He quickly changed into a pair of pajama pants and removed his shirt. I watch as he pulls the covers back and flops down. Motioning to lay next him, I shyly crawl into his bed. In all our travels, we had never shared a bed. I curl into his side and lay my head on his chest. Now, at 25, all I want is a family. As I open my mouth to share this thought with John, he starts rambling about building a new sonic screwdriver. Sleepily I respond, "We can start tomorrow."

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This is actually turning out rather well.