Summary -AU about Rose and the Meta-Crisis Doctor after Journey's End. Enjoy
Rating- M
Rose had finally gotten back to him. After seeing him die in another parallel world and building a dimension cannon, just to get to him. Then the meta-crisis happened. The Doctor, her Doctor, gave her something he thought was a gift where as it seemed more like a burden to her. The Doctor was once more stranding her in a place where she didn't want to be. The last time she had been to Darlig Ulv Strandan, her Doctor had almost said the three words that meant the world to her. The Doctor again, couldn't say the words to her. As much as he wanted to, the Universe and his life needed him more. But this meta-crisis, Doctor 2.0, let the words slide from his tongue like honey and pepper. Sweet and spicy all at the same time. It didn't make sense to her. How could this new man just say those words so easily to her? In all honestly, Rose didn't care. Those simple words, which held all the meaning, had convinced Rose that this man, who held all the memories of the other Doctor and loved her just as much that he was very much her Doctor . So she kissed him. Snogging the Doctor was possibly the best thing Rose had ever done besides saying yes when asked to journey the stars.
The kiss was everything and more than the Doctor imagined. It was sweet and passionate, though burdened with the time they spent apart. The Doctor could finally say the words he always wanted to Rose. Those three words, simple as they are, with all the meaning in the world. Those three words that came so hard to him when he was a mad man with a blue box, always running. All of this went through the meta-crisis's mind while kissing his Rose. His Rose. The Doctor liked the sound of that.
The kiss ended abruptly though when the sounds of the TARDIS dematerializing came to their ears. The Doctor had once more left without a goodbye, without looking back. Rose just stood there; watching what once her life was vaporize away. A warm hand entwined with hers, pulling her mind to the tall man standing next to her. The same man who left her, again, but not really. Rose didn't know what to think of him. He was pretty much the same man, same memories, and same rude but not ginger attitude. Just human. The meta-crisis Doctor who could spend the rest of his life with her. It wasn't a burden; it was a gift like Donna had said.
"Oi! You lot , stop just standing there looking at each other and come on. The taxi is waiting. We have to stay at an inn for tonight until Pete can get us a zeppelin for us." The Doctor smiled slightly as he heard Jackie calling to them. The Doctor leaned over to Rose and grinned his silly grin then spoke softly to her.
"How long are you going to stay with me?"
Rose smiled, knowing their little game, which helped convince her more that this was her Doctor, replied.
"Always. Ready for another adventure?"
"Allons-y!" The Doctor and Rose laughed and walked off towards Jackie. Anything could happen.
A/N- Thank you for reading, this chapter was short I know, but this is my first fanfiction and this took a lot more time and effort than I thought. Mental apology to all the authors I follow and mentally bug to update faster.