Author's note: This is the final story in the What If series, where Rose managed to stay with the Doctor after Doomsday. They leave the events of The Day of the Doctor behind, and go on with the rest of their lives.

I have decided to do this story in two parts, because I was undecided as to how the story should unfold. I couldn't make my mind up because I thought both ideas would make a good story, so I have written two alternate endings. One with the Tenth Doctor, and one with Rose's husband changing into the Eleventh Doctor, with all that that entails. (I would be interested to know which one you prefer.)


Chapter 1

One Wedding and a Birth

Rose walked up the ramp to the console, as she slipped off her leather jacket and threw it on the jump seat. She was wearing just her sexy leather basque, tight leather trousers, and knee high boots, as she started to power up the console.

'Trenzalore,' she heard her husband say at the doorway. 'We need a new destination, because . . . I don't want to go,' the Doctor told his future self in the National Gallery outside. He closed the door, and joined Rose at the console, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her bare shoulder.

'Mmmm. Where's Trenzalore?' she asked, as she pulled down the Time Rotor lever.

'Trenzalore is a Level 2 human colony planet, home to many human villages,' he told her. 'There's one in particular you'd love, the snow-farming village of Christmas.'

'Christmas? You're kiddin',' she said, turning in his arms to face him.

'Nope. It's like a Christmas card scene all year round.'

'And that's where you're gonna die?' she asked, remembering what his future self had told him.

'Apparently . . . Eventually,' he said with a hint of sadness in his voice. He saw the worried look on her face. 'But not yet, eh?' he said with a smile.

'And you thought the last few Christmases were bad,' she said, trying to dismiss the feeling of foreboding. 'That one's gonna be a real downer.'

The feeling of foreboding faded away, as they left the National Gallery behind, and their timeline returned to normal. The Doctor laughed at her comment, and kissed her on the lips. The memory of meeting his future self and the old warrior also faded, along with any knowledge of being in the National Gallery or the old barn on Gallifrey.

All they knew was that they had met Queen Elizabeth the First, and saved her from a Zygon invasion. The Doctor was now appreciating his wife in her sexy leather outfit, and slid his hands from her waist to her bum. 'So, Mrs. Peel,' he said in an Eastern European accent. 'I need to find out vhy you haff infiltrated zee TARDIS.'

Rose giggled at the role play. 'And how do you propose to do that, Evil Doctor?'

He kissed the side of her neck. 'I haff incredibly effective methods of interrogation.'

'Do you expect me to talk?' she said, remembering the famous scene from Goldfinger.

'No, Mrs. Peel,' he said, nibbling her ear. 'I expect you to squeal, and moan, and beg . . . for more.'

'Ooooh.' She grabbed his lapels, and pulled him into a kiss. 'I am at your mercy Doctor. Do your worst.'

He gave her a cheeky grin, and scooped her up, carrying her off to their bedroom for a night of intense interrogation, where she would squeal with delight, moan in ecstasy, and beg him not to stop.


Martha Jones closed her front door, and dropped her shoulder bag on the floor by the hallway table, before going through to the kitchen. Her fiance was standing at the stove with his back towards her. When he heard her enter the kitchen, he turned around to reveal a comedy apron that made him look like he had a six pack and a fig leaf over his private parts.

'Hi Sweetheart. How was your day?' Mickey Smith asked her as he leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

'Oh, another alien autopsy for the Home Office. It was like a giant insect, with a really hard exoskeleton. It took a diamond cutting disk to get through it's shell.'

'It's a good job I'm not cookin' lobster then, innit,' he said with a grin. 'Have ya phoned them yet to ask them about next Friday?'

'I've tried a couple of times, but I got no answer.'

'Why don't you try 'em again now while I finish the dinner,' Mickey suggested.

'Yeah. Okay,' Martha said as she went into the lounge and sat on the sofa. It had been around six months since she had last seen her friends, after they had returned the Earth back to it's proper location. She took out her mobile phone, and looked through her contacts list to find the number she wanted. She selected the number, and the call tone "burred" away.

['Martha? Is that you?'] Rose asked as she answered the call.

'Rose! At last! How are you?' asked Martha.

['Hah. It's great to hear from you. Yeah, we're good thanks. The Doctor says I'm blossomin', but I'm just fat.']

Martha laughed. 'You're not fat, you're what . . . eight months pregnant now?'

She heard Rose laugh as well. ['Yeah, I know. But it doesn't stop me feelin' fat.']

'The reason I'm calling, is because I want to know if you'll be on Earth next Friday?'

['We're on Alzarius at the moment, watchin' the Mistfall. It's beautiful. Hang on, I'll ask my co-pilot.']

['Oi! Whatcha mean "your co-pilot"?'] Martha heard the Doctor say in the background.

['We haven't got anythin' planned for next Friday have we?']

['Not at the moment, no.']

['Friday's good. What's so special about next Friday?'] Rose asked.

'Me and Mickey are getting married,' Martha told her. She had to hold the phone away from her ear as Rose squealed with delight.

['Oh that is brilliant. Martha and Mickey are gettin' married,'] she heard Rose tell the Doctor. ['I am SO pleased for you both.']

'Thank you. So you'll be there yeah?'

['Try and stop us! Oh, I'll have to go to Mothercare and get a new outfit . . .']

'Okay Rose. Got to go now, dinner's ready. Love to the Doctor, and we'll see you next Friday. Bye.'

['Bye. See ya soon.']


St Mary's Church.

St Mary's Road.

Wimbledon.

Friday 5th June, 2009.

On the lawn in front of St Mary's Church, the laughter of children could be heard, as they played an impromptu game of football. Adults were standing around in small groups in their best outfits, chatting and catching up on the shared gossip. Some of the men were wearing morning suits which were traditional for a wedding ceremony.

The groom Mickey Smith, and a few of the guests noticed the grinding, wheezing sound of time and space being rearranged to allow a blue wooden police box to land on the lawn, in the shade of a large tree, and hurriedly made their way towards it.

The door of the TARDIS opened and a very pregnant Rose stepped out, wearing a pink figure hugging dress that showed off her "bump" beautifully. She accessorised the dress with a short, white jacket, white sandals, and a small, 1920's style white hat.

'Well, Lookie who we got here,' she heard a familiar American drawl say. A pair of strong arms pulled her into a hug. 'Rosie, don't you look swell.'

Rose rolled her eyes and laughed. 'Yeah. Nice one Jack.' She grabbed his cheeks, and pulled him into a snog. 'Nice to see ya.'

'Rose! You made it!' Mickey said, giving her a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. 'Thanks for comin'.'

The Doctor stepped out as Rose was greeted by Sarah Jane and her son Luke.

'Doctor,' Jack said, standing to attention.

'Jack . . . Don't you dare salute,' the Doctor told him.

Jack grinned and held out his hand. 'Wouldn't dream of it.'

'Boss,' said Mickey as he held up his fist for a bump.

'Mickety-Mick-Mickey,' the Doctor said, bumping fists with him.

'Oh, look at you,' Sarah Jane said to Rose, admiring her bump. 'How long have you got left to go?'

Rose gave her a broad smile. 'Just over three weeks now.'

'I hope you've been taking it easy,' Jack said.

'Wha? Travellin' with him. You're jokin' ain'tcha,' Rose said with a cheeky grin. 'Nah, only jokin'. I've been pampered to within an inch of me life.'

'OI! MISSUS?' a cockney voice shouted across the lawn. 'I want a word with you. You've been neglectin' your duty as a wife.'

'Eh?' Rose asked with a frown as she saw Donna Noble approaching.

'Look at him!' she said, nodding at the Doctor. 'He's still a long streak of nothin'. You ain't been feedin' him, have ya? He's like an anorexic whippet.'

Rose started to laugh and held her arms out as Donna approached with her arms open. 'Come here Sweetheart. How are ya?' Donna asked as she hugged her.

'Brilliant thanks, and even better for seein' you lot.'

'And you, yer skinny Martian. I hope you're lookin' after her,' Donna said, turning her attention to the Doctor.

The Doctor ignored her pretend annoyance and accepted her open armed invitation for a hug. 'Hello Donna It's good to see you too. How's the United Nations? Still united I hope.'

'Hah! They'd have me to answer to if they weren't,' she said with a grin.

A young man with a short Afro hairstyle approached the group and stood beside her. 'Friends of yours?' he asked Donna.

'Oh, Shaun. Yeah, This is the Doctor, and Rose,' she said in introduction.

His eyes went wide in surprise. 'Oh, so this is them. It's great to meet you at last,' he said, shaking their hands. 'Donna talks about you all the time.'

'Ah . . . Well, it's not all bad,' the Doctor joked.

'Jack, Mickey, everybody. I think we're needed in the church. The bride will be arriving any minute now,' a woman with a sing-song Welsh accent announced. They looked across the lawn and saw Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, and Toshiko Sato walking towards them.

'Okay Gwen, we're coming,' Jack said.

Rose took the Doctor's arm, Donna took Shaun's, and Sarah Jane took Jack's, and they all walked back towards the church.

'Ooh, it's the Doctor,' Gwen said as the group reached them. 'He's taller than he looked on the view screen,' she said in an admiring tone, referring to the incident on the Dalek Crucible.

'He's not that tall,' Ianto said sulkily.


The evening party was in full swing, with some people on the dance floor, some at the bar, and others sitting in small groups at tables renewing old friendships, or forging new ones.

Rose was gobsmacked when she realised that Mickey had chosen Jack as his best man. What was he thinking? But as Mickey had said, Captain Cheesecake was the best man, woman, or indeterminate for the job.

And he was right. The service went without a hitch, and the speech bordered on the obscene. Martha's father, Clive laughed until tears rolled down his cheeks, which were made worse by her mother, Francine's look of disapproval.

'Doctor, Rose,' Francine said, approaching the table where the Doctor, Rose, Sarah Jane, and the Torchwood team were sitting. 'Thank you for coming.'

The Doctor stood and held out his hand. 'Ah, Mrs. Jones. We wouldn't have missed it for the world. This world, or any other for that matter.'

Francine gave him a lopsided smile as she shook his hand. 'We didn't get off on the right foot when we first met. I was wondering if I could apologise and try again.'

'No apology needed,' he told her kindly. 'It's all water under the bridge.'

'And I said some things . . .' Rose reminded her.

'Yes you did. And I deserved them.'

'Well, that's all sorted then,' the Doctor said cheerily.

'Not quite,' Francine said. 'I need to thank you both for saving the Earth, and bringing Clive and me back together.'

Clive and Francine were trying a reconciliation of their marriage after a life changing incident. When the sun had disappeared and the sky was full of alien planets, they realised that if it was the end of the world, and they were going to die, they wanted to face it together.

And then she had found out from Martha and her new boyfriend Mickey, that the Doctor and his wife had risked their lives to save not only the Earth, but the whole universe. Francine realised that the Doctor's wife Rose had been right when she stood up to her at the Lazarus Laboratories in Southwick.

"Just because your man ran off with a blonde bimbo, and frankly, havin' met ya, I can see why. It doesn't mean that all men are untrustworthy, and it doesn't mean that all blondes are bimbos!" Rose had told her after she had slapped the Doctor's face.

'You're welcome,' the Doctor told her. 'And good luck with your marriage.'

Francine smiled and then turned her attention to Jack. 'Captain Harkness. I get the impression from your speech that a lot of the time you end up naked. I do hope you will buck that trend this evening and keep your clothes on.'

Without waiting for a reply, she turned on her heels and walked away. Jack sat there with his mouth open, whilst everyone else was in fits of laughter.

'Awh, did the nasty lady take away all your fun?' Rose said in a baby talk voice as she stroked his cheek. 'Tell ya what, come and have a dance with me.' She had a mischievous grin on her face as she took his hand and dragged him to his feet. 'Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, drop yer trousers and show me your . . .'

'Rose!' the Doctor called out as he anticipated the end of the rhyme, and Gwen squealed with laughter.

Rose and Jack enjoyed a couple of dances together before returning to their table, where Mickey and Martha had joined the group as they mingled with all the guests.

'Martha. I didn't get chance to say before, but that dress of yours is gorgeous,' said Rose.

'Oh, thanks. I love it,' Martha replied. 'That outfit of yours looks good on you as well. Oh, and by the way, did you contact Dr. Matthews at the antenatal clinic?'

Rose smiled at her concern. 'Yeah. She's lovely. She's sorted me out with a Midwife and everythin'.'

'Good. She's a brilliant Obstetrician, and she's affiliated to UNIT, so she's signed the Official Secrets act . . . y'know, just in case . . .' she let the end of that sentence fade away. Her friend, the Doctor was an alien. Her friend Rose was human, and their hybrid baby would attract a lot of scientific interest.

'And you will call me when it starts, won't you?' Martha asked her. 'Any time, day or night, I'll come to the hospital with you.'

Rose hugged her. 'Thanks for that. It means a lot to me.' She looked over to her husband, who was smiling at her. 'To us,'


['Oof!'] the Doctor heard in his head as he lay in bed in the early morning darkness. He also felt the cramp like discomfort from his wife's lower abdomen.

'Love? Are you all right?' he whispered into the darkness.

'Oh, felt that did ya? Yeah, I think it's started.'

'Should we get going then?' he asked anxiously as he put the bedside light on. They were in a hotel suite on Karas don Kazra don Slava, where they'd been watching the intelligent sand create works of art out of itself, and listening to the singing fish.

'Nah. The Midwife, and that booklet from the clinic say that it could be hours yet. Apparently, I have to trust my body to tell me when it's ready.'

The Doctor gave her a cheeky smile. 'Is that like when your stomach makes a gurgling noise?'

She laughed. 'That's just when it's tellin' me it's hungry. But we'd better get packed anyway . . . just in case.'

'And then we can have one last walk along the beach before we go.'


The Smith's Residence.

Wimbledon. London.

Tuesday 23rd June. 06:45.

Mickey and Martha had been back in the country for three days, after flying back from their honeymoon in the Maldives. The day before, Martha had returned to UNIT, where she was a specialist in alien anatomy and physiology. Mickey had travelled to Cardiff to see Jack Harkness as part of his role as liaison operative between UNIT and Torchwood.

She was lying in a semi-foetal position, with Mickey spooning her with his arm around her, gently cupping her breast. He jumped when Martha's phone started to ring. Martha reluctantly opened one eye and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

'Urgh. Somebody's found another alien, I bet,' she muttered under her breath.

She felt her husband's breath on the back of her neck as he yawned and gave her breast a loving tweak. 'Yeah. Why don't aliens learn to keep office hours.'

Without looking at the display, she put the phone to her ear. 'Hello?' she said in a tone of voice that made it clear to the caller that she had just been woken up by the call.

['Martha? It's Rose.']

Martha was suddenly fully awake, and Mickey felt the change in muscle tone that told him something was up. 'Rose, what's up? Are you okay?'

['Er, yeah. Sorry to disturb you so early like, but the Doctor's just landin' the TARDIS at the Royal Hope.']

'Oh my God! Does that mean what I think it means?' she asked excitedly.

'Rose?' Mickey said sleepily. 'Is somethin' the matter?'

Rose gave a nervous laugh. ['Yeah, the baby's on the way. I've been havin' those . . . hang on.'] Martha could hear the turning of pages on a booklet. ['Braxton-Hicks contractions for hours now. Then my waters broke. You should have seen the Doctor's face, it's obvious he ain't a medical doctor.']

Martha laughed as she imagined the Doctor's face. 'And how are the contractions now?'

'Contractions?' Mickey asked in sleepy confusion, waiting for all the bits of information to come together in his head. When they did, the penny dropped. 'Contractions! Rose! She's havin' the baby!'

Martha could hear Rose laughing on the other end of the phone as she'd listened to his thought processes. 'Bingo!' Martha said with a grin.

['The contractions are strong and regular now, so I phoned Dr Matthews on the number she gave me. She's gettin' everythin' ready for when we arrive.']

'That's great Rose. Thanks for letting me know. I'm on my way, we'll see you soon.'

['Thanks Martha. See ya later.']

Martha ended the call, and selected a number. She turned in Mickey's arms to face him and stole a quick kiss while she waited for the call to be answered.

['Doctor Martha Smith,'] the American drawl of Jack Harkness said. ['And so soon after your honeymoon. Is there something Mickey Mouse needs my help with?'] Jack said with as much innuendo as he could muster.

'In your dreams Captain Cheesecake,' Mickey said as he overheard the conversation.

'Behave Captain. Where are you at the moment, because I've just had a call from Rose and there's a situation developing at the Royal Hope Hospital.'

['Ah. Are we talking the imminent arrival of a Human-Alien hybrid by any chance?']

'Oh don't make it sound so clinical and threatening. Our friends are having a baby.'

Jack chuckled. ['Only joking. I think it's fantastic. I'll start making my way over there. Should be there in an hour or two . . . Oh, and Martha. In answer to your question, you really don't want to know where I am at the moment . . . or more specifically, who's bed I'm in.'] The call disconnected without him saying another word.

'Come on then Loverboy,' Martha said to Mickey. 'We've got a hospital to get to.'


The Mezzanine.

Royal Hope Hospital.

Chancellor Street, London.

Rose was sitting on a comfortable Medi-couch in the TARDIS Medi-bay, her back propped up by the elevated back of the couch. She was slick with sweat, and her hair stuck to the sides of her face. She had just breathed through another contraction.

The Doctor wiped her forehead with a towel. 'You okay?'

'Well, apart from tryin' to push a bowlin' ball out my fanny . . . yeah, I'm fine.'

Martha snorted a laugh, along with both the Midwife, Linda, and her Obstetrician, Patricia.

'You're doing fine Rose,' Linda told her. 'You are nearly fully dilated.'

'How's your pain?' Patricia asked her.

Rose smiled at her. 'I haven't got any, just an uncomfortable tightness.'

Patricia frowned. In her experience, Rose should be feeling some pain by now. Martha saw her look of concern and looked to the Doctor, who seemed quite pleased with himself.

'It's the Medi-bed. It's releasing endorphins, and blocking the neurotransmitters in her pain receptors,' he told them.

'That is incredible,' Patricia said. 'So, where are we exactly? I can understand the blindfold when you brought us here, because this technology must be beyond top secret.'

'Well, to be honest,' the Doctor started as he ran his fingers through his hair. 'The blindfolds were just to make it easier for you when you were in here.'

'Eh?' Linda said. When he brought them on board, he wanted them to be focussed on Rose, and not distracted by a ship that was far too big for the box that contained it.

Rose and Martha giggled. 'You'll understand when you leave,' Rose told them, and then felt another contraction. 'Oooooh. Here we go again.'

'Okay Rose, just breath, breath. One more time and you should be ready.'

'Arghhh . . . I feel like I want to push!'

['Rose,'] the Doctor said, and his voice resonated in her mind. ['Relax . . . breath. We are in New New York, looking across the New Hudson. Can you see the cars flying into the city? Smell the apple grass?']

'Yeah, I can. We're lyin' on your coat talkin' about how the humans colonised New Earth.'

Dr Matthews studied the monitoring equipment. 'I don't know what you did Doctor, but whatever it was, it worked.'

'It certainly did,' Linda said. 'You're fully dilated now Rose. Next time, just push.'

'Oh, at last,' Rose said with a sigh of relief.

It wasn't long before another contraction came, and Rose started to push down. She gripped the Doctor's hand, and he gave a squeeze of encouragement back. The contraction eased off, and Rose flopped back onto the semi erect back of the bed, taking gasping breaths.

'The head is out!' Linda the Midwife told them. Rose instinctively reached down to feel, and Linda directed her fingers to gently stroke the head of their baby. The Doctor leaned forward to look, and a big grin spread across his face.

Tears welled in Rose's eyes. 'Oh, I can feel it. After all these months, it's finally here.'

'One more push should do it.'

The next contraction came, and Rose doubled up with the effort of pushing. 'Garrrgh,' she groaned as she felt the small body being squeezed out of hers, like toothpaste out of a tube.

There was a wet "flop" sound, and Martha, Patricia, and Linda heard the niggling, first cries of protest from the little bundle of life that had been squirted into this world. Rose and the Doctor also heard the gentle cry, but also heard something else in their heads, courtesy of the TARDIS.

['Urgh. Not Dark! Not Warm! Don't like it! Scared!']

Rose blinked through her tears of joy, and looked up at her husband in wide eyed amazement. 'Oh-my-God! Was that . . ?'

The Doctor nodded enthusiastically, his mop of hair lagging behind the rest of his head, his eyes moist with his own tears of happiness. 'Yep. That's our . . .'

'It's a girl!' Linda told them. The Doctor could have found that out when Rose first told him she was pregnant, but they wanted it to be a surprise. It didn't matter to them if it was a boy or a girl, what mattered was that it was theirs.

The Midwife wrapped their daughter in a soft blanket and rested her on Rose's chest, where she wrapped her protective arms around her and gently stroked her head.

'Hello Sweetheart,' Rose cooed. 'You're here at last.'

'Oh she's gorgeous Rose,' Martha said.

'Course she is,' the Doctor told her. 'She's our daughter.'

['Ooh, the drumbeat. My Mummy. Not scared now . . . Like this,'] they felt their daughter thinking, and quietly laughed together.

In the kitchen of the TARDIS, Mickey was sitting at the dining table drinking a mug of tea whilst he told his friends about his incredible honeymoon. Jack was sitting opposite him, goading him with friendly innuendo and waiting for all the lurid details.

Sarah Jane was giving Jack a long suffering smile, the sort that a mother gives a wayward child who is embarrassing them by asking their granny why she has a moustache. Jack had swung by her house and picked her up on the way. He knew that she would want to be there for her friends.

Mickey had detoured through the Powell Estate, and picked up Shareen and Keisha for the same reason. With neither the Doctor nor Rose having any family in this universe, these friends were the closest they'd got to family. At the moment, Sarah Jane was mothering them and trying to lessen the effect of meeting Jack for the first time. He tended to be a bit "full on".

'Oi, Captain!' Donna said from the breakfast bar. 'Wind yer neck in. You'll be corruptin' these sweet, innocent young ladies here.'

Shareen and Keisha laughed. 'Oh, I ain't sweet,' Keisha said.

'She ain't innocent either,' Shareen said with a grin.

'See!' Jack said with a wicked grin. 'Girls after my own heart.'

'It's a girl!' Martha declared as she walked into the kitchen.

There was a chorus of "brilliants", "fantastics" and "wonderfuls" from the assembled guests.

'And is everything all right?' Sarah Jane asked Martha in her capacity as a doctor.

Martha smiled. 'Mother and daughter are just fine, and the father has a dopey grin on his face. Just let Linda the Midwife clean up, and then you can go through and say hello.'

'Oh, I nearly forgot,' Jack said. 'There's a tradition we have to observe on these occasions.' He went over to the wine rack and selected a bottle of champagne. 'Grab some glasses Donna, we'll take them through and wet the baby's head.'

When the group entered the Medi-bay, Rose was just handing their daughter to the Doctor, who was sitting next to her on the bed. Once again, they felt a thrilling shiver down their spines as another of the visions they had shared from the Chameleon Arch watch became a fixed point in history.

Sarah Jane handed Rose a bouquet of flowers and kissed her on the cheek. 'Congratulations Sweetheart.'

'Oh thank you,' Rose said. 'They're beautiful.'

'And so is she,' Sarah Jane replied, nodding at the baby being cooed over by the group. Rose gave her a warm smile and held her hand. Lately, Rose had grown a lot closer to Sarah Jane, and it was almost as if she had become a surrogate mother to her.

And she was right. Since the Dalek Crucible incident, when Sarah Jane had been in the TARDIS and had spoken to Mickey about Rose and Jackie, she realised that Rose missed having her mother there to talk things over with.

'Has she got a name yet?' Sarah Jane asked them.

Rose looked at the Doctor before answering. When she had been in the Library Planet computer, she had lived a life as a single mother. She had given birth to their daughter, and named her Andrea Suzette, her mother's last two names.

'Andrea, Mom's middle name,' Rose started.

'And Susan, after my granddaughter,' the Doctor finished.

'Ahhh, that's nice,' Shareen said, and then thought about it. 'Hang on . . . granddaughter? How can he have a granddaughter?' she asked Rose.

Keisha, Patricia, and Linda were wondering the same thing as their friends laughed, as though they were enjoying a private joke.

'He's older than he looks,' Rose told them.

'Me too,' announced Jack with a playful smile as he poured the champagne. 'We use the same moisturiser.'

'You do not!' Donna said, giving him a playful slap on the arm. She turned to the Doctor and Rose. 'I meant to ask before, at the weddin', where did you get this one from?'

'Get this one from?' Jack said in mock offence. 'You make me sound like a stray dog.'

'Well if the cap fits,' Donna shot back with a grin.

'I'll have you know I saved Rose's life when she literally fell into my arms.'

'And women have been fallin' for ya ever since I suppose,' Donna replied as she took a glass from him.

'More like the men have,' Mickey said with a lopsided smile, accepting his champagne.

'Oh you know me so well, Mickey Mouse. You broke my heart when you married Martha.'

Rose and Martha were giggling at their banter, and at the astonished looks on Barbara and Linda's faces.

With all the champagne handed out, Jack raised his glass. 'A toast . . . To Andrea Susan.'

'Andrea Susan,' everyone echoed, and took a sip of their wine.

'And to her remarkable parents,' Sarah Jane said. 'Two of the most remarkable people I have ever met.'

'Here, here,' Martha interrupted.

'To the Doctor and Rose,' Sarah Jane finished.

'The Doctor and Rose.'