First time writing Doctor Who. It's Tennant as the doctor. There will be romance between him and Rose, but centered more on JohnLock in later chapters.

When The Doctor saved Rose, in essence killing himself and regenerating into his tenth form, the ripples spiraled out of him in waves. Some were harmless, other were harnessed before any harm could be done. Some, though, caused major points in time to switch, distort, and become ugly.

After a whole year, Rose and Doctor fixed all the problems that ranged from difficult to small. Now that it was seemingly over, Rose and Doctor made plans to vacation.

"I'll let you pick. Anywhere." He buried his hands in his pockets as he spun, his converse making a small squeak on the TARDIS floor. Rose smiled, letting out a deep breath as she sashayed up to him, resting on the bar. She bit her bottom lip in thought.

"Future. Not too far. Just to see where we'll be in a few years."

"Ah. How about 2045? I hear an amazing bout of technology grew at 2030 and usually it takes about ten to fifteen years to right most of the issues."

She smiled, laughing, "Okay, we can go."

Rose stepped from the TARDIS before Doctor had even a chance to step from the controls. She smiled, looking around at all the buildings. Shiny. What was it with the future and shiny buildings?

She swung as Doctor exited the TARDIS, locking the door and smiling up at her. His dark, fashionably curly hair twisted in just the right fashion that made her heart melt. The smile he shown to the world around him, and then at her, raised tingles along her spine.

The bustle of the town, filled with people dressed well and focused upon the path before them, promised to be a nice background. Doctor grabbed her hand and off they wandered to see what exactly this time had for them.

"Is it the same place? We're still in London?" She asked and he nodded.

"I love London, always a good group of people to be found. Not that there are none others."

"And are we in the right time?"

"Of course we are! Well, probably. Well, most likely." He slipped to the side, Rose quickly behind him, and stood against a building. There was a painting made to look like a flyer half a foot from them. On the bottom was a printed date. The year was 2047.

"Doctor!"

"Oi! It's been worse before!"

They laughed and attempted to walk back into the bustle but bumped into a tall, strong man. Upon his head lay a curly mass of black hair, his face holding no emotion. His eyes centered upon first Rose, scanning her from foot to head in moments before he turned slightly to Doctor. His eyes were a very bright color, but they seemed to darken as he took the two in.

"Watch were you are going." His voice reverberated so deep Rose could feel it even as she stood with Doctor between them. It was amazing and sexy.

He turned from them and continued forward. Doctor pulled his screwdriver from his pocket and scanned the man walking away. His face pulled into a thoughtful expression.

"Oh, no, I've seen that face before."

"The TARDIS brought us here on purpose it seems." He stared at the results on the sonic. "We have to get to the TARDIS."

On their way back, Rose pondered the mans face. Compared to the crowd around them, nothing had seemed out of the ordinary. They all looked grumpy and irate, plus everything seemed to be so high-tech it made her head hurt looking at it, so what was the big deal? Asking Doctor would probably not be the best direction to go for he was mumbling to himself, shaking the screwdriver.

Aboard, he started speaking louder and seemed to realize he probably should be sharing his thoughts. "You wouldn't know his face but I do, it's a very important face. Why he's here, though, is more important he can't be out like this. Well, if he wasn't alone, but he was. Well, they can't be together all the time. Well, they could try. Do you know him?" He spun around once he had the TARDIS configuring whatever it was his screwdriver had scanned for.

Rose shrugged, shaking her head. How was she supposed to know? If it was another mess that needed to be cleaned up then it wouldn't be in her memory most likely, right? Or maybe it would since she was covered in time energy. Or maybe it was just because her memory was not nearly a percentage of his.

He smiled that brilliant, dashing smile and spun back. After running around, hitting half a dozen buttons or panels, he swung the screen to her and the mans face looked back at her. Nothing stuck out from him, aside from the stiffness in his expression. She felt like he might hate her simply for existing.

Under the face, in the right corner, was a label.

Holmes, S.

The smile upon her face flattened and her eyes widened. She stared at Doctor, slack jawed, as his face betrayed the bubbly happiness he felt.

"No..." She breathed and Doctor nodded his head.

"Oh, yes. But the problem is." He frowned and clicked a few keys. The picture changed to shifting images and circles she gathered were probably Gallifreyen. Suddenly, a series of circles within circles lined up and Doctor frowned deep.

"The problem is, Holmes is here but the database couldn't find anything about John."

"Watson?"

"Oh yes. In every story, you can never have a Sherlock without Watson. So why do we have a Johnless Sherlock now?" He ran fingers through his hair.

"Another Bad Wolf problem?" Rose pondered and he nodded.

"Yeah. Seems like. Although why it wasn't such a bigger advertised issue is a wonder." He stared at the TARDIS and then rolled his head. "Oh! You knew all along you blasted machine!"

Rose smiled wide, seeing him get into a row with his ship. The man was adorable. She walked from the main console down the stairs and into the main outer rooms. He would be a while, bickering like an old man. When he was done he may come find her, page for her, or let her be.

Sherlock Holmes. What a name she never thought she'd see outside of the old novels upon bookcases. And John Watson. They really existed and Doctor knew. If she's asked, he would have told her as much but it had never in the slightest crossed her mind. When, exactly, was their right time to exist?

This future life Sherlock seemed to have was way too high-tech for the stories from Doyle. Upon that note, where were they to find Watson? Worried at the sudden possibility that they might not fix every problem she had started, Rose chewed her bottom lip. Doctor had said it wasn't a big deal that some of the essence had escaped and caused bits of havoc but he had fixed every single one they'd found over the last year. Was he lying about the importance? And if so, how bad would it be if they couldn't find Watson?