A/N: Hehe, 2 stories in 24 hours!! Long weekends rule!! Well this is another postDoomsday reunion fic!! And I know it's been done so many times, but I haven't done one yet!! Rose and the Doctor are meant for each other!! NO MARTHA!!

Warnings: Swearing, mild smut in later chapters!!

Rating: M

Spoilers: Doomsday

Disclaimer: I don't own anything!! sobs

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Rose

After Rose had seen the Doctor's image fade away, her name on his lips, she'd been distraught. She hadn't properly expressed emotions to anyone else after that. She'd just gone numb. Once Jackie, Pete and Mickey had driven her home after that devastating day at Bad Wolf Bay, she had stayed in her temporary room at Pete's mansion. She'd only come out once every two days, to get something to eat. She'd gone on like this for weeks. Her dyed, golden hair had grown out, leaving chocolate brown roots, her eyes lost their mysterious and cheeky twinkle, and she had dark rings under her red, swollen eyes.

One of those days, Rose had been laying on her huge bed, with it's cream duvet. It was a mixture of chiffon and velvet, and to anyone else it would seem resplendent. But not to Rose. She was just lying there, staring at the ceiling, remembering. She was thinking of her first Doctor. The one with the battered leather jacket, the beautiful electric blue eyes, short, cropped brown hair, and with charmingly large ears and nose. When he'd sent her home, she had been in the TARDIS. The projected, blue image of him had told her to have a fantastic life, to remember him. He'd wanted that for her.

Then it hit her. She couldn't see him again, she was getting around to accepting that, but she could still make him proud of her.

'Rose, get up off your arse, NOW' she told herself. So she did. She ran down the marble stairs, and into the kitchen, where Jackie, who now had a baby bump, was. 'Mum, can you book me an appointment at the hairdresser. I'm going to get on with my life' she said softly. Jackie just smiled gently, and embraced her daughter. She'd been so worried about her Rose, and just what she was doing to herself, so it was a huge relief that she was finally getting on with her life again. 'I'll do it now, will 3ish be okay?' Jackie asked. Rose nodded, and went back into her room, to take a shower. It was time. She was going to wash herself of her past. She had to move on.

Later that day, Rose had gone into the hairdresser as she had asked to have the hair colouring removed (it's an alternate universe, it could happen!!). She needed change. She knew that generally, people who felt unstable in their lives tried to keep as many things the same as possible, but this she just had to do. It was all part of the 'new Rose'. Then, once she'd gotten home, she rang up Torchwood, and took them up on their job offer.

Since then, she had been promoted 3 times, and was now head of her department, Foreign Communications Unit. She had her own office, a team of 30-something agents, not to mention the plaque on her door. It had her name engraved on it's dark wooden surface in English, then underneath it were a number of interlocked symbols. To everyone else, it was just a cute design, but to her it was so much more. It was her name, only in Gallifreyan, like the Doctor had shown her, after meeting the Beast. It was her part of home.

Rose stood up from her mahogany desk, trying to smooth out her plum-coloured pencil skirt. She'd been working at Torchwood for 21 months, 1 week, 5 days… she could go on.

But her life wasn't right. She needed him to truly live.

At the moment, all she was doing was existing.

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The Doctor

The Doctor sat on the brown leather couch in the console room. To anyone who didn't know him, he'd look like a recluse, he thought to himself. But, then again, who was there to see him, he thought grimly.

Since having Rose ripped away from him, he hadn't wanted any other companions. He didn't want anyone else. He only wanted Rose. His Rose.

He'd fallen in love with her from the moment he'd taken her hand in Hennricks' basement, and she'd asked about the Autons being students. Here was a human who could think for themselves, he'd thought to himself at the time. This was proved to him when she'd bravely saved him from the Nestene Consciousness. But, stupidly, he hadn't fully realized this until the day in Utah, with Henry Van Statten. When the Dalek had Rose trapped. That day, both of his hearts broke. The Dalek was right when it essentially claimed that he love her- he did. Previously, he'd thought it was just the companionable love that he felt for any of his companions.

But Rose had evaded his evaded his barriers around his hearts, broken them down, and then gone around painting them hot pink, singing to Christina Aguilera whist doing so.

Not that she realized it of course, he always hid his feelings for her. He was too scared of rejection, and to show weakness.

But now, he wished that he'd shown her.

The Doctor needed his plus one back.

A/N: Well, you should all know the drill… if you liked, review. If you thought it was s#t, review. If you want to see something happen, review, and tell me about it!! I love hearing from everyone!! Everyone who reviews gets a cookie!!

Next time: The TARDIS, and a potential solution…

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