Author's Note: I know that the chances of this actually happening are quite slim. What with parallel worlds being sealed off and all. But the idea is quite appealing. I'd personally like to see what would happen if 11 were to run into the Meta-crisis Doctor and Rose. I'm sure there would be lots of explaining... and talk of bow ties.
The night was perfect for a stroll around town. Clear sky, a slight breeze, and not many people out. Not that that would have mattered anyway. The two figures walking closely together wouldn't have noticed the presence of others. They were far too absorbed in each other to notice anybody else around them.
Rose and John. The Smiths as they introduce themselves. They'd been together for about a year, but in reality, it had been much, much longer. It wasn't your normal romance. They hadn't courted or dated. They had gone out once for chips, and then had gotten married the week after. Rose had met John only that week, but she had known him for so much longer. John felt as though he had known Rose forever, but he had met Rose for the first time as well during that week.
They were both human, but far from normal, especially John. He busied himself with research on the universe and planets that only existed in his imagination. Places such as Gallifrey, a planet that had long been lost to time and space, along with everyone on it. Everyone except for one man, if you could call him that. John often felt that he was that man, that sole survivor, the last of a race of ancient beings. But that wasn't true, and he knew that.
It was always hard for John to know what was real and what wasn't. He had memories and thoughts that weren't his. They belonged to someone else, someone who looked like him, acted like him, was him, but wasn't. There were times when he wouldn't be able to take it. He couldn't handle the memoires and the feelings. The need to go, to leave London and traverse the galaxy like a mad man. That's why he had Rose. Rose was always there to help him, to tell him that it was okay, that he wasn't in any danger from the memories of monsters that plagued his mind. Rose could always comfort him and show him that he was John and not the man he felt connected to.
John was right of course, he did share a connection with the man. With the man that he felt he was the last of the people of Gallifrey. The last of a race known as the Time Lords. The last Time Lord. The Doctor.
Rose and John both knew about the Doctor. John had come from the Doctor in a way. The Doctor had been a part of Rose's life for a long time, but then the Cybermen and the Daleks came. They came and Rose lost the Doctor. Her Doctor. She lost him and wound up in London. But not the London she knew. It was a different London, a parallel London as the Doctor told her.
Rose had been trapped there without the Doctor. She had spent every waking moment searching for a way to be reunited with him. Finally she succeeded, and then everything changed again. In the end the Doctor left again and Rose was stuck in the parallel London. But Rose wasn't alone this time. She had John. The Doctor had given her John. It was as close as he could get to giving her himself, because he couldn't be with her. And she had known that all along.
John was like the Doctor in many ways. He looked like him, thought like him, talked like him, and acted like him for the most part. At first Rose convinced herself that he could never replace her Doctor, but then they went out for chips. John was the Doctor, just stuck in a human body, and what's more he loved Rose as much as the Doctor had, even more if that was possible. And Rose found that she could love John back.
John was the name he had picked out for himself. The Doctor had addressed John as the meta-crisis Doctor, a half-human half-Time Lord being. But John wasn't going to go around introducing himself as Meta-crisis Doctor, so he chose the name John Smith, secretly tying himself to the Doctor by means of a name.
John smiles and grabs Rose's hand as the two of them walk into the park. He loves being with Rose, and he loves Rose, with all his human heart. Rose, his Rose, the one person he loves more than life itself. He's going to grow old with her, spend every day with her, he's going to devote his life to her, and she knows that.
They sit down on a park bench and relax. Rose leans her head on John's shoulder and he runs his fingers through her blonde hair. John sighs and looks up into the heavens. Thousands of stars twinkle amongst the blackness. Thousands of planets and worlds that could be explored. But they're not John's to explore. His place is here with Rose.
John leans his head back on the park bench railing and closes his eyes. His fingers move rhythmicallythrough Rose's hair. Rose nestles closer to him, wrapping her arms around his middle. John plants a soft kiss on the top of her head and strokes the side of her face with his thumb.
Rose leans up and kisses the side of John's cheek. He moves so that he can see her. She looks beautiful this evening. Her hair is windswept and there's color in her cheeks. She smiles and then kisses him. He smiles into the kiss, pulling her closer and marveling at the fact that she's his.
They pull apart after what seems like an eternity and John gives her an Eskimo kiss, rubbing their noses together and whispering her name softly. Rose giggles and hugs him tightly.
The night is alive with the sounds that belong to it. Crickets chirp and the wind rustles the leaves of the trees that line the path which winds through the park. There's another sound too, one that almost seems out of place. It's grinding noise, almost like "Vworrrp Vworrrrp."
John sits upright. He knows that noise. He looks down at Rose. He hazel eyes are wide. They both know this noise. To him it's the most wonderful noise in the universe. But it shouldn't be here.
"John, that's… that's…."Rose stammers, clutching John's hand.
John grips Rose's hand tightly. "I know. I know. But how?" His eyebrows knit together as his brain goes into overdrive. That noise. That wonderful grinding Vwoorrp of a noise. The noise that only one machine could make. The noise of a blue box, of a wonderful blue box. The noise of the TARDIS.
And thus ends Chapter 1. More to come. Rest assured.