Muse
In an effort to occupy time in Pete's World, John had taken up drawing. He had drawn dozens of pictures of Rose.
"These are very good!" A passerby commented as he drew on a park bench, an enormous pad of paper on his lap. "Is that Rose Tyler? Hold on - you're John Tyler!" He exclaimed. "I'm so sorry, didn't mean to interrupt."
"It's fine." John smiled. "I don't mind. Thank you."
"I didn't know you could draw," he said.
"I can't." The ex-Time Lord grinned. "Really, most of my drawings are rubbish. It's just Rose - she's my muse."
Wrong
John woke in the middle of the night, sweating and shaking. They hadn't been in Pete's World long; not even a year.
He had dreamt of a blinding golden light, a crashing feeling. It was like regeneration.
He woke Rose accidentally, and she frowned. "D'you think... maybe it's connected to - him?"
"Yeah. We're still connected... Rose, he regenerated."
She put her arms around him, knowing how strange it was.
"It just feels... I don't know. Wrong. It's just me. There is no tenth Doctor. But there is. But I'm not a Time Lord."
"You're here. That's all that matters."
Key
John Tyler never got used to the novelty of a house key.
The TARDIS key was a blend of car key, house key, and a whole lot more. But this was the key to the Tyler mansion, a key that he and Rose shared.
It was a key that opened the door to their house. Let alone the fact that he had a house, he had a house with Rose!
And he loved it; he loved her. Of course he missed travelling - and linear time, ugh - but he wouldn't trade his real house, and real life, for anything.
Trap
Rose and John exited the cinema out back - they weren't in the mood for the constant publicity of being the Vitex heiress and her husband.
Unfortunately, this was impossible.
"Someone must have told them," Rose hissed as they tried to dash away from photographers. "We've walked straight into it."
John frowned. "Into a trap. Why do people care if we've gone to the cinema?"
"We're famous. They care if we got chips."
And they began to run, hands linked. It was so different from when they would run from aliens. A different kind of trap.
It was so nice.
India
No matter how much John and Rose liked the quiet life, they got antsy.
So, Pete took the family on a world vacation. They visited New York, Los Angeles, Peru, Cairo, Paris, Barcelona, Rome, Berlin, Tokyo, Moscow, Shanghai, and finally New Delhi. It was wonderful. Pete and Jackie got away from work's stress, and Rose got a break from running Torchwood as well. And John had a brilliant time, telling little Tony stories. He spoke of the countries' pasts, and their futures. John was Tony's favorite person, because of these stories.
They returned to India (Tony's favorite stop) years later.
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