A/N: ALRIGHTY! So, here we are. First chapter of a whole new adventure, and I promise you, this one is much better then the first one, and unlike the first one, it's actually already finished! I do want to remind you and new readers that this IS a RP fanfiction. So, not only am I writing it, but so is my friend Amanda. I RP John and the Doctor, and she plays Rose. Later down the line we take turns on characters, especially when I start RPing with myself. XD Also, this one does have probably more smut then the last one. I apologize and if you rather read it without smut, please let me know and if I get enough requests, I'll make a clean duplicate version. Hope you enjoy!


It had been almost 4 years since the Doctor left him and Rose on that beach. Since then, they had their ups and downs, their good days and bad days, but they worked it out, and were now happily married. They decided not to have any kids at the moment, because they still liked going on adventures, going out, traveling, and the like. John would wonder often what the Doctor was up to, and wished he could get to him to say hi. He couldn't help but wonder what his life would be like. Some of it, he knew. He still remembered Professor River Song. She was the only one who knew his name then. He could only assume that the Doctor married her in the future. He was sure he had regenerated by now. He thought all of this as he laid out in the hammock in the back yard.

Rose often wondered what things would have been like if her and the Doctor remained together in the TARDIS before he left her on the beach with John. Not that she minded, she loved John to pieces, even though they were happily married despite they had their odd bad day but she'd never change it for the world. But she did often think. With the sun shining down and John out in the garden in the hammock, Rose brought out a drink for him, thinking he would now be thirsty. Approaching him, she smiled. "Hey my little day dreamer, I come baring a nice cold refreshing drink." She smiled as she held the glass in her hand.

John blinked as he looked her way, and smiling at her. "Perfect timing! I was just thinking of how thirsty I was getting," he said as he took the drink from her and scooted over. The hammock was plenty big for two. "Care to join me?"

"Oh, I'd love to," Rose smiled as she carefully got on the hammock and passed the drink to John. "Well, you had been out here for a while; I knew you'd be getting thirsty." She said softly.

He grinned as he wrapped his left arm around her, kissing her cheek. "Yes, well, it's a nice day…reminds me of that time we laid down on the apple grass in New New York and stared up at the sky…talking and laughing."

She smiled as she felt him kiss her cheek, remembering the day in question. "Oh yeah, I loved that, a day just like this…just talking about random things…giggling. It was fantastic."

"You were still getting use to my new form. You took to it quite well I have to say." He said.

"Yeah, I did. It was a shock though, traveling around with you and then you just regenerated. That scared me slightly. I just wasn't prepared for it." Rose laughed, "But when I saw the new form, I just…erm…well, I went weak at the knees." She blushed.

He grinned. "Yes, I am quite handsome, aren't I?" He smirked, winking at her and taking another long drink from the straw.

She smirked as she winked back. "Ohh, you certainly are handsome and so irresistible." She ran her hand down his chest.

John shivered and bit his lip before kissing her passionately. "Mmm, we've never had sex on a hammock yet…that might be fun sometime," he said, his eyes alight with mischief.

Rose passionately returned the kiss. "Ohh, now there is a thought." She said seductively as she seen the mischief in his eyes, the lust and the passion coursing through her body. Making her tingle with arousal.

He loved turning her on. It was one of his favorite things to do to her. But not now. No, he wanted to wait until it got a little darker. His hand stroked her arm as he took another drink and laid his head back, closing his eyes and smiling.

She watched John close his eyes after taking a drink, knowing he was teasing her and turning her on. "You're such a tease," Rose whispered seductively in his ear as she cuddled into him and sweetly smiling as she relaxed back but with her mind still on the thought at hand.

He grinned, his eyes still closed. "Oh, I know I am, and I love doing it," he said, opening his eyes and taking Rose's earlobe into his mouth, nibbling on it gently.

Rose gasped as she softly moaned, feeling him nibble her ear. "ooh…John…" she spoke gently through her moans as her eyes fell closed.

He smiled and kissed her neck, his tongue gently flicking across the sensitive spots. He turned his head and finished his drink quickly before setting the cup on the ground. He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her neck again.

"Ohh god…" Rose moaned more frequent as she felt John shift a moment before she wrapped her arm around him as her hand trailed his back up and down.

His hand trailed up the inside of her shirt and cupped one of her breasts with his hand, slowly massaging it. "Oh, the things you do to me Rose." He moaned in her ear.

"Oh John…you…drive me insane with passion and…desire," she muttered, feeling his hand massaging her breasts and his moans made her weak.

He looked up, and around them. They lived in a neighborhood where the fences were chained and not solid. They had two neighbors on the side and one in the back, let alone two diagonally from them. The sun was setting, and families were probably enjoying their meal. Why not take a chance. But he didn't want to be exposed. He bit her neck gently before getting up. "I'm going to get a blanket. Stay here," he said, before running into the house and grabbing the largest and lightest blanket he could find. He came back, grinning. He could feel himself getting harder at just the thought of making love out in the open. He climbed back on the hammock and threw the blanket over them, groaning, and attacking her neck again.

The thought of having sex out in the open drove her wild, especially when they had so many neighbors and she could hear peoples voices just over the back from the back from them and the sound of kids. She was wet, aroused for John. She needed him, craved him as she felt the blanket over them, her hand went for his shorts. Her moans low, yet frequent. She didn't want to attract the neighbors prying eyes.

His breathing became quicker and heavier. Oh, he wanted her in every which way possible. He could smell her wetness in the enclosed place they lay under the blanket. His hand slipped under her shorts also, as his mouth found hers, and kissed her with passion and lust. "Oh Rose, I want you. Here and now." He moaned as he worked his way under her panties, only to come to her dripping pussy. He slipped a finger inside and then teased her as he flicked his finger across her aching clit.

Feeling him slide his finger inside her made Rose moan loudly into John's passionate kiss, her body aching for his hard cock inside her. Her hand found his shaft as she stroked him, her lips breaking from his, listening to his moans. "John… Oh John, take me… take me right here... I don't care who sees us, I want you so deep inside me…please… John… fuck me " Rose begged as she was soaking wet as he teased her clit as she was just dying to cry out in lust.

Normally, he would deny her his cock inside her so quickly, but in this case, he gave it to her, because he didn't want neighbors to see them, because even under the blanket, he knew they would know what they were doing. He took her panties off quickly, getting a strong smell of her pussy. "Oh, you smell heavenly," he moaned. He wiggled his way down. He had to have a taste, just a small taste. His tongue slipped out and licked her slit, moaning as he tasted her.

Feeling his tongue taste her pussy made her climax. She let him taste more of her. With John, she lost count with the amount of times she could climax before he had even touched her with his cock. She ran her fingers through his luscious brown hair, her legs trembling. Words couldn't describe what he did to her. Only her voice was the key. "Oh, that tongue…god you're really making me work for that hard cock of yours." She pined as she loved the way he worked her up for his pleasure. How naughty they were, how experimental they were. She wanted him bad.

He licked and sucked at her for a little longer before coming back up, carefully making sure the sheet stayed back on. He slid two fingers deep inside her, his eyes on hers. "Oh, Rose, you know I can't take just fucking you. I have to taste, and touch. Get you all worked up and wet for me. Are you wet enough Rose? Are you ready for me?" He said, his voice dripping with passion and lust.

She bit her lip, gazing into his eyes. Feeling his long fingers inside her. "Oh, I know...I love it. I love what you do." She muttered as his lustful voice was music, sweet music to her ears. "Yes, Yes…I'm really, really wet and I…I'm ready for you John." She seductively spoke, eager and hungry for him.

He couldn't take it any longer. He slipped his fingers out, tasting them, before taking out his cock and teasing here, slapping her clit with it and rubbing it up and down her slit.

"Ohh, fuck,…" she moaned softly as she felt him tease her. She closed her eyes as her breathing was rapidly increasing.

He kissed her neck once more before entering her quickly and deeply, letting out a loud moan. At this point, every neighbor could be outside starting at them with shocked, opened mouths, but at that very moment, he could care less. He was in bliss. He slipped out and pushed back in, moaning again. "Oh Rose..."

Rose let out a passionate and loud moan as she felt his long cock inside her, filling her inch by inch. "Oh John...Ohh…" she purred lustfully as she wrapped her arms around him as she was lost in the moment with John. Nothing else mattered around them.

He thrusted into her, the hammock swinging this way and that. It was quite interesting. He positioned himself to get in deeper.

Rose held onto John as the hammock swung, but she was loving every single moment as she felt him adjust to get deeper.

He could hear neighbors get louder, so he knew he better hurry. He thrust in fast and deep, moaning in her ear, "Oh Rose, I love you, cum for me sweetheart."

She felt her climax build faster. Listening to John moan in her ear was spurring her on more. "John…oh John…" she whimpered. "I love you…oh god I love you too." She whimpered once again. "Darling…I'm going to cum…Oh god I'm going to cum…" she called out a little louder.

"Yes, Yes!" he half whispered, half shouted. "Oh baby, I'm cumming too!" he gasped as he thrust into her a few more times before exploding inside her with a deep, low moan.

She drew her nails down his back as she gave a lustful yet quiet moan as she was trembling in pleasure. "Oh…Oh god…" Rose mumbled in his ear as she panted heavily.

He shivered as he felt her nails down his back. He loved when she did that. He thrusted a few more times inside her and stopped, gasping for breath.

Rose gasped for air as she held onto him. The sweat pouring from her. "Ohh god…ohhh….god…" she muttered breathlessly.

"That was hot!" he said, chuckling, wondering now if any neighbors had seen, but not really caring.

"Ohh yes…that…is something I'd love to do again." She giggled as her eyes were on John, but sensed a few other eyes watching them.

He slipped out of her and beside her, throwing the blanket off their heads and taking in breaths of sweet, fresh air.

She took a deep breath as she inhaled the air, looking to see three of the neighbors peering over, making her gasp.

He looked over to where she looked and groaned, but then had an idea. "What are you looking at?! Nothing wrong with doing the nasty in your own back yard!" he said, smirking, which sent the neighbors shaking their heads and going back inside.

Rose giggled as she listened to John. "Maybe they were just jealous they didn't get a view. But really? Doing the nasty?" she asked as she couldn't help but laugh as she looked up at him.

He laughed as well. "I don't know, it was something I heard on some Youtube video." He said, shrugging.

"Bloody Youtube," she laughed, snuggling into John, admiring him with a flirtatious smile.

He grinned, knowing it was a dangerous thing to be on the internet. He got into some of the weirdest parts of the internet. He pulled up his shorts, winking at Rose. "Shall we go in and make supper?"

"You've been 'researching' on the Internet, having you?" she asked, leaving her knickers off and putting on her shorts as she winked at John. "Yes, lets. After that lovely work out, I'm a little hungry."

He helped her off the hammock and grinned. "Well, yes, I was, and then I ended up getting to some weird video." They walked in and sat down at the bar. "What's for dinner, love?"

She smiled as she got up. "All that research is amazing. Keeps me craving more and more of you." Rose smirked as she smelt the spices of the meal that was just finishing. "Sweet Thai Chilli chicken with some basmati rice." She told him as she carefully took the chicken out of the oven.
"Smells wonderful!" He said, picking up the paper and looking at the ads. He sighed and shook his head. "Christmas tree's out already, and it's only September." he said.

"Oh tell me you're kidding me! What is wrong with these people?" Rose spoke as she was plating up their meal. "What would you like to drink darling?" she asked as she brought the plates over.

"Nope, not kidding! I don't understand why they put it out so early, Christmas is months away! Tea, please," he said before sitting down at the table.

"Nor I. I mean, November, yes, I get it, but not September. It's not even the bank holiday yet. I mean, yes, I've got a few things locked away for you, but I'm not one of these people that go to these markets in September." She fixed the cups as she then added the water and brought it over, giving him his cup and sitting down.

He smiled and thanked her. He started to eat and as he did so, his mind, as it usually did, jumped from one thing to another. First, all his Christmases with her, and even New Year's Day. He wondered what her life was like on those holidays before he came into her life. He finished chewing before he asked. "Rose, what did you do on the Christmas and New Year's before you met me?" He knew Rose wouldn't think he was crazy; after all, she should be used to his random questions out of nowhere.

"Well, Christmas I spent it with my mum. And New Year's used to be out with friends and I got drunk, but as it went on, I stayed in and curled up with a book. I had a bad experience one year that lead me to do so." She said as she listened to John. She was used to his questions, but she always found it sweet if and when he asked her. "But there was one year that stands out. Me and my mum were walking home and this drunk man came up to me and he was so drunk he didn't remember the year. That was a brilliant year that one." She smiled as she remembered that day.

He smiled as she told her stories and laughed at the drunk guy. "How can anyone be so drunk they forget the year?"

"I have no idea, but he held on to me and asked me the year and I thought the same. How could anyone be that drunk…but this guy was…it was so funny."

"Funny? Sounds a bit scary to me," but his eyes narrowed as he saw that familiar look in her eyes, as if she was trying to remember something.

She bit her lip as there was something about the man that rang similarities. Coat, voice, hair? She tried to shake it off. "Yeah, it was a little, but in the funny sense. He was proper drunk." She spoke.
He stared at her, a bit worried now. "Rose…what is it? There's something else, isn't there?"

"He said something to me…" she spoke softly. "He said…I'd have a good year…" she said as she looked at John.
He raised an eyebrow. "And did you?"

She nodded her head. "Yes…I met you." She said as she tried to puzzle it all together. Had she actually met the Doctor that night.

He grinned, and took another bite of his food, also thinking. He looked at her. He could see her mind was still racing. There was something else. What was it?

She smiled as she continued to eat and tried to rennet the voice and image of the gentleman in question.

He finished his meal, keeping an eye on her. He finished his tea shortly after and got up, clearing the dishes.

"I would have gotten those," she said, snapping out of her thoughts as she bit her lip.

He frowned and looked at her. "It wasn't a problem," he said. He walked to her and put his hands on her shoulders (not knowing it was exactly the same way as "the drunk man" had held onto her). "Rose, what is it? Talk to me, please."

His hands on her shoulders triggered a flashback of that night the drunk man held onto her as it fell into place. "It was you…" she muttered.

"Wait, what?" he asked, totally confused.

"You…you're holding me the same way as he did. It was you…well, the Doctor…but you…" she spoke as it made sense to her.

He frowned and stepped back, quickly scanning his mind. He shook his head. "Rose, I remember when I was a kid all the way up to when I was created in the TARDIS…I don't remember that…unless…" His eyes became hard as he quickly figured out the puzzle and then he sighed and sat back in a chair, looking sadly at Rose. "What was he doing to make you think he was drunk, Rose?"

"He was staggering…and he clutched me…asked me the year…I told him and he said I'd have a great year. I thought he was drunk…but it's like I remember it like it was last week." Rose replied. She had no reason to lie. It was the same way he held her.

John's eyes were sad. He understood now. "Rose, that wasn't me. I don't remember that. So there's only one explanation. It was the Doctor, after I was made. It sounds like he was dying of some kind of poison or radiation. That's the only reason I can think of. He was asking what year, to see if it was after or before we met. When he realized it was the year you met me, he told you that you would have a great year. That's what I would have done," he said, his eyes had wondered off and he shook his head, sighing and looked at Rose. "He was saying good bye one more time"

Rose looked to John as she swallowed hard, listening. "He…he was dying and I…I had him in my arms?" she asked, feeling ever so slightly sick as she knew he was telling her the truth. After all, he was him at one point. A tear fell as she nodded and wrapped her arms around John. "I'm sorry…" she buried her head into him. Knowing it would kill her if it was John in that state.

John wrapped Rose into his arms, holding her tight. "Yes, I'm afraid so," he whispered. "Don't be sorry. I completely understand. I would have done the same thing if I was in his shoes."

"Oh God…" her grip tightening as she held him close. "You…you would have?" she mumbled as she trembled slightly.

"Yes, of course I would have," he said, stroking her hair gently, "He was very attached to that regeneration of himself. He had many good companions, and he met you. You changed him, Rose...you helped him...and you helped me." He took a step back and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "See, once he regenerates, as you know, he becomes a new man. New look, new personality, but same Doctor. You were lucky to get 9 and 10 so close in personalities."

Rose sniffled as she nodded her head. "I was lucky, but I didn't just help him…he helped me too. He taught me a lot. He gave me you because he knew he'd regenerated into someone else and wouldn't want to put me through that all the time. I'm so happy he gave me you. But you really think I changed him?" Rose questioned as she looked into John's eyes.

He smiled at her last question. "Rose, remember who he used to be when you first met him? He was ready to put down a Dalek without any thought. He was angry, and wasn't afraid to kill. But you stopped him. You made him think. YOU, Rose Tyler, made him into something better.

She nodded. "I remember, very well. I just wanted to help. Understand him, you know? But seeing the softer side emerge it was sweet." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm glad I rubbed off on him…in a good way, cause I know I can be difficult to put up with at times." She blushed.

He laughed softly and gave her another hug. "Maybe, but you're worth it."

She smiled, cuddling him. "And you're worth it too. You're everything to me." She whispered sweetly in his ear.

He closed his eyes and cherished her words before kissing her swiftly. "Are you ready for bed, love?"

Rose's lips met his as she passed a soft moan. "Mmhm. I'm feeling sleepy." She whispered, rubbing her eye a little.

He nodded and took her, leading her to the bedroom. He changed into some boxers and stayed shirtless.

Rose removed her top and shorts to begin with before taking off her bra, letting down her blonde hair and climbing into their bed.

John sighed as he stared up at the ceiling and then wrapped an arm around Rose, a small smile forming on his lips. "You ever miss traveling?"

Rose snuggled into John's chest as she rested her hand not far from her face, listening to his question. "Yeah, I do sometimes. Do you?" she asked.

"Yeah. I miss the TARDIS. Wish we could have our own TARDIS here to explore the universe."

"Ohh, now there is a perfect idea…that would be simply wonderful."

"And a hell of a long time to grow. It takes thousands of years to grow a TARDIS."

"Oh…I see." She spoke softly. "Take it there's no way to speed it up?"

"There probably is…I'm sure…but we would need a piece of a TARDIS to do that."

"Didn't he…wait a minute…" Rose spoke, practically leaping out of the bed and going into a drawer and pulling out the small item.

John blinked in surprise. "Wait, how long have you had that, Rose?"

"I forgot about it…I've had it the day the Doctor left us…" she replied, holding it in her hands.

He jumped out of bed and looked at it closer. "Yes, that's a piece of the TARDIS alright. It's beautiful."

She looked to it and trailed her fingers along it. "It is…So, what do we do with it?"

He stared at it for a moment longer. "We will plant it tomorrow and then figure out how to speed up the process. "

"Okay sweetheart." Rose said, tenderly as she held it in her hand before looking up to John.

John lay back in bed and looked up at the ceiling. If he could figure out how to speed up the process…him and Rose could explore the universe. He smiled to himself as he thought about going back to his old life.

Rose soon fell asleep in John's arms as she wondered about travelling the world once again, excited and nervous at the same time.


A/N: Okay, shall we talk about this? Yeah, so, me and Amanda try to talk out the plot, but sometimes we start on a plot, and end up coming up with a better one. Also another thing, is that many times, we got so far and then remembered we forgot to add something or forgot about a certain character that isn't around much. For this, I'm going to try to fill it in, but if I fail to do so, forgive me. Thank you for reading!