And as I watched the TARDIS de-materialize for the last time, my Doctor gripped my hand tightly, knowing that it'd be hard for me to watch it go. It had been my home; my escape, and now here I was, almost back where I started.
Except the fact that I had my Doctor to take care of.
"You're going to get a real name, right?" I looked up at him seriously. His face broke into a smile and he laughed softly.
"I suppose you're right… I should." I just nodded, a small smile on my face. "John Smith? I've always gone by that before whenever I needed an actual name."
"Fair enough." I smiled softly and turned around to face my mum, who looked teary herself. She sucked it up and opened her mouth.
"Well, how are we supposed to get home?" She put a hand on her hip and I laughed. Typical mum.
"Can't you call dad?" I asked matter-of-factly.
"Think of the bill, Rose! We still have to pay off your inter-galactic using and different parallel universe using and… No! " She exclaimed, obviously forgetting that dad was rich.
"I'm sure I can cover it at work! I'm not walking back to England!" John began to laugh. It was going to take some getting used to, calling him John.
"Oi!" My mum took her phone out of her back pocket and went off to call dad.
The Doc- I mean John turned to me. "So. What do you say?"
"About what?" I could say a lot of things right about now.
"Spending the rest of my life together? Please answer before Jackie comes back over here… I don't want a fuss…" He was grinning, obviously not caring too much.
"I don't see why not… You're going to have to get a job though." I laughed as his face went into a look of surprise.
"What" He dead-panned.
"Pay the house bills and food and everything, my paycheck will never cover all of that." I teased him.
"Fine, fine." He sighed, seeing that he could never get out of this one.
I just laughed. "Maybe you could work for Torchwood, that way we always know when to interfere?" I offered, seeing as it would make my life just that little bit easier and to feel more at ease that I didn't have to wait to know when Torchwood was up to something. It drove me crazy, knowing that I could do something maybe, but I'd have to wait to find out about it the same time as everyone else.
"Maybe." He nodded, seeing that it would make me happy, which made me smile as my mum came back over.
"He'll be here soon, but it will probably take a while because he's in a meeting. Let's go find a hotel for the night and see what sort of food Norway has to offer." She nodded and began to walk across the beach, a determined look on her face. We just laughed and followed, hand in hand, not about to argue with a determined mum.
We walked and walked until we found a nearby town, it was small and quaint and kind of cute.
We walked into a bed and breakfast and John and I sat in the sitting room while mum made reservations. We sat on a couch side by side and I just smiled, thinking of having him, all to myself. No more surprises like regeneration or TARDIS tricks or new companions; just the two of us against the world. We would settle down maybe. Had he ever settled down before? Did he have children? I'd ask him all of this later, as to not ruin the seemingly perfect air to us.
I looked over at him and he was smiling and looking at me. "What's on your mind, love?" He gave me a knowing look.
"Just thinking."
"You know that's not a good enough excuse around me, right?"
"I know." I smirked, leaving him hanging.
"That's not fair!" He laughed.
"I was thinking about the future is all."
"Is all? The future is huge, Rose! Have I not taught you that?" He grinned.
"Well, our future isn't till the earth roasting, now is it?"
"Time can be re-written."
"That's rather scary." I looked at the wall, never thinking about that. Everything I had was hanging on a thread because an extra dalek could show up and ruin everything, or a cyberman could kill the doctor, and John wouldn't be here. Everything I knew was on a small thread that could snap at any given moment. It was scary.
"Wibbley-Wobbley, timey-wimey stuff." He nodded, grinning.
"If you say so." I laughed, smiling.
"Alright, so, Rose and I are sharing a room, and you're in the one across from us…" My mum came over and handed us room keys. "What am I supposed to call you?"
"John Smith." He nodded and grinned.
"I still don't like you." She walked upstairs to find the room while John and I laughed.
"Your mum is funny sometimes."
"Only when she doesn't try to be." I laughed and stood up. "Lets go find your room." I held my hand out to him to offer to help him up. He took it and sprang up.
"Yes!" and we were off, running up the stairs in a mad-dash to find his room. I trailed behind him slightly, laughing. He found his room, entered the key and walked in with me behind him.
It was in Victorian design with a beautiful chandelier, wooden fireplace, bed with a green striped comforter, a desk and chair, and wood floors. Beside the floor, all wood was white. The only thing that looked odd was the flat screen T.V. in the corner. It was rather beautiful. His room had a balcony behind glass sliding doors, which were hidden behind a curtain matching the comforter.
"Well? Do you approve, Mr. Smith?" I smiled and sat on his bed and he sat next to me.
"I say I do, Ms. Tyler." He said with a smile. He leaned over and kissed my cheek and I smiled a bit wider, quite content with life at this moment.
I'd get married to him and have the life I used to dream of when I was small.
It would be perfect, except for the Torchwood hiccups that we were going to have. But that just honestly made it all the more exciting, and just like old times.
"Rose!" My mum called for me, walking right into John's room. "Our room has satellite T.V.!" She was so easily excited. "We're going to have to share a bed though if that's alright… There's also a mini-fridge!" She grinned, proud of herself for finding this place, and ran back to her room.
"Well, I better go make sure she doesn't hyperventilate out of amazement." I said with a smile.
He fake huffed. "Yeah, I guess you better…" He laughed softly as I stood up. I kissed his nose before walking out of the room, following my mum into our room, a smile on my face.
