a/n: This is separate from my other TenII/Rose verse. I've been wanting to write a historical and thanks to the encouragement of Timelord1, who_in_whoville and aintafraidanoghosts, here it is. They most awesomely read it over and pointed out any grammar flubs. Each of them deserves a banana cupcake with cream cheese frosting and edible ball bearings

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who

Rose sank down into the cold, wet sand of Bad Wolf Bay as she watched the beautiful blue box dematerialize. Tears streamed down her face as she felt the Tardis' farewell song fading from her mind as she once again was left on this cursed beach.

"Rose," the Doctor, in blue said softly. "I'm still here." He knelt in the sand next to her gazing at her with such compassion. He knew how confusing this must be for her. He could barely wrap his own mind around the fact that he suddenly found himself with one heart and aspects of human biology. It both terrified and elated him. He watched Rose grieve for his other self just as he would grieve for the loss of his Tardis. They both would need time to work through their feelings. He knew that eventually his brilliant Rose would understand just like she had when he regenerated from angsty leather-clad him to rude and not ginger him. He just had to patient, which unfortunately, was something he was rubbish at.

Rose looked over at his imploring face. He looked exactly like her Doctor. She tried wrap her mind around the fact that he was and wasn't her Doctor. The inner turmoil was consuming her every thought. He left her and yet he stayed and held her hand. She had worked so hard to get back to him, to the Tardis and their life together, and now she found herself abandoned, and yet not.

"Doctor?" she whispered tentatively.

"Yep!" he said, grinning that bright Doctor grin that was only for her.

"I…I need some time," she said with a hitch in her voice, her self control at an end. He pulled her into his arms as she was overcome by wracking sobs. Jackie walked up, her arms wrapped around herself.

"Rose sweetheart, I'm so sorry but I need your mobile. I can't get a signal on mine."

Rose pulled slightly away from him and reached into her jacket, still shaking a bit from her collapse into his arms. "'m sorry Mum, I don't have enough charge. The Void sort of drains it."

"Oh, well I can take care of that!" the Doctor enthused as he whipped out his sonic.

"You stole his sonic!" Rose almost accused.

"What! It's my sonic!" he retorted.

Jackie rolled her eyes. "Now I know it's him. Just look it 'im, Rose. Still got that look in his eye and obsessed with that screwdriver thing," Jackie said, shaking her head. "Well go on then! You stranded us here on this bloody cold beach. Go fix her phone so we can call for a ride outta here," Jackie demanded.

The Doctor smiled at Jackie. Good old Jackie Tyler. She hadn't changed at all. Still acerbic but with a heart of gold. He may never admit it, but he admired her fierce and loving nature.

"One, I was not exactly in charge of the Tardis and B, we had to land here. This is where the tear between universes is," he said, defending himself.

Jackie glared at him. Rose, who had been sitting there silently, decided to push aside her own tumultuous feelings and intervene. "So, how long's it gonna take to charge my phone with the sonic?"

The Doctor turned back to Rose, his face softening. "It's gonna take a bit. I'll have to charge it slowly. Super phone it may be, but it's still antiquated technology compared to the sonic. Wouldn't want to explode the phone now would we." He looked around at the deteriorating weather. "Best find some shelter while we wait."

Rose nodded and both she and the Doctor stood up. He immediately reached for her hand and she allowed him to take it, although she stared into his face searchingly for a while. She was still trying to work through her feelings about this Doctor.

"Well come on then, shift. It's a long way to town and I'm bloomin' freezing' already," Jackie said and turned to walk away from the ocean. Rose seemed to be shaken out of her assessment of the Doctor and tugged him after her.

While they trudged their way through the thick sand, he decided to forge ahead and work on helping both he and Rose come to terms with this new situation. He smiled a bit when it hit him that this was just another typical adventure for them, well, typical except for one very irate mother. "So, tell me about this world. I mean, I know about the zeppelins, president instead of monarch and it's a bit more advanced than… than well…." he didn't know how to finish without causing more heartache. "Well done," he mentally chastised himself.

"You mean different from our Earth back in the other universe," Rose softly finished for him. "Not too much more different than what you said. Some different foods, some singers and writers that don't exist here, a few wars that didn't happen. Oh, and they seem to have an odd tradition celebrating this comet that passes by every decade. Something that's been around since the mid 1800s.

They reached a rocky dirt road and continued on their way to town. The Doctor rambled off facts about Norway and wondering if it was the same in this Norway, while Rose thought back to flying the Earth back and how all the companions worked together. "Donna, she seemed brilliant," Rose said quietly staring down at the road, interrupting his babbling.

"Yeah," he almost whispered, lost in thought of what he knew would be happening to Donna after his other self left them here. His grief was almost unbearable, but he knew he needed to distract Rose. "Met her right after I rang you up to say goodbye. There I was orbiting a super nova when this angry ginger bride appeared on my Tardis. Oh, but she was fiery and threatening. Ready to give me a good slappin' she was," he said, smiling at the memory.

Rose looked up at him. "Seriously? She just appeared?" She paused and then continued. "That was the Racnoss wasn't it?"

He looked at her startled. "How'd you know that?"

Her eyes darkened a bit "I met her in a parallel universe where she didn't meet you and…" She didn't finish and seemed lost in thought.

"Oh, right. She didn't remember much, but enough to tell me that you were there, Bad Wolf and all that," he said and squeezed her hand.

She looked back at him and smiled slightly. "Yeah. It was an awful universe. She… she was brilliant and saved everyone. Most important woman in all creation, Donna Noble. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to get to know her better." Rose said softly, thinking about how Donna had sacrificed her life to save them all.

"Look, I think we're comin' up on the outskirts of town," Jackie said. "Oh, I hope that inn still has that special tea. I could certainly use a cuppa to warm up. My feet are practically frozen," she complained, stomping her feet on the ground. When neither the Doctor nor Rose responded she stopped and looked back at the morose couple. Jackie sighed and mentally shook her head. All that work jumpin' universes and facing off against evil pepper pots and the two of them were still walking along as if they were heading to their doom. She sighed inwardly as she knew they would eventually see the gift that the other Doctor had given them. A slight smile lit her face as she looked forward to watching the two of them realize how lucky they were. Not many people get second chances and that was something she appreciated more than anyone. A warm feeling washed over her as she thought of Pete and Tony. All she wanted for both the Doctor and Rose was to share in her happiness and she knew without a doubt they would.

Finally, they reached a more populated part of the town. Rose had a worried look on her face. The Doctor looked equally concerned. "Somethins' wrong," Rose said, as she looked around the town.

Jackie sighed. "Oh don't start. We're back home about to settle into a nice inn and ring your father for a ride. We'll be back in London before you know it," she said, stopping to look around. "Where was that inn?"

Rose looked at the weathered, wooden buildings with dark shingled roofs, the dusty dirt road, and horses and buggies all around them. People on the street were dressed in old fashioned attire and staring at them. "Um Mum, I don't remember this town looking quite like this. I think we may not be where we should be," she said as she stared at the oil lanterns hanging from some of the buildings.

"Rose is right. Look at the architecture and the way people are dressed." Men were dressed in beige trousers, gray or white button up dress shirts with vests of plain brown or other muted colors and wearing brown or black boots. The women wore long woolen gowns in gray, brown or muted colors. Some had long brown skirts with high collared muslin blouses covered by long ankle length coats. Their hair was tied up in a variety of chignon type designs and some covered their heads with scarves. They were plainly dressed for the most part with suspicious or stern expressions on their face. It was obviously market day. The women carried baskets and the men bundles of wood, fish or tools. Cattle and horses were tied up in front of the old weathered buildings.

The Doctor had a sinking feeling he knew what was going on. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to tap into his time sense. Although he was not full Time Lord, he still had an impeccable time sense which was now screaming at him that they were not in modern Norway. He looked at Jackie and Rose. "If I had to guess, I'd say we are around the middle of the nineteenth century."

"But... you mean that he dropped us off in the wrong year?" Rose asked, her face troubled by the enormity of this news.

"Bloody brilliant driver you are!" Jackie said sarcastically. "So, how we s'pose to get back to where we belong then?"

He looked over at her, gaping a bit. "Well, I'm…I'm working on it."

"Working on it!" she shouted. "Now see here, I've got a husband and son to get home to so work on it faster!"

"Mum, please! Keep it down. We're out of our time and on our own. We need to blend in. Can't risk causing a paradox or changing' history," Rose said quietly, but with authority. The Doctor watched her, filled with pride.

"Right, well we still need to find shelter for the night. It could take days for me to get this phone charged so we have to find a place to wait it out."

Jackie looked drained and worried.

"It'll be all right Mum. The Doctor will fix this," Rose promised her, taking hold of Jackie's hand.

The Doctor grinned brightly at hearing Rose call him "Doctor." He turned when he heard a couple of burly, weather worn men dressed in thick black wading boots approach them. "Best let me do the talking," the doctor muttered to them.

"Hello my good men!" the Doctor spoke in perfect Norwegian.

The two men looked at each other oddly. The Doctor cursed inwardly wondering if he'd gotten the accent or the particular dialect for this time period wrong.

"We don't see many strangers around here," the taller of the two men who looked to the Doctor to be in his fifties with an unkempt beard, graying blond hair and steely gray eyes.

"Ah yes, well we are a bit lost," he responded, using a dialect closer to the Norwegian the man was speaking.

The two men didn't seem to believe him. The shorter of the two men, who was younger with scruffy, dark brown hair and brown eyes stepped forward.

"No one comes round these parts lest they're fishing or looking for family. Didn't see you folk around the docks. Unless you have business here, maybe you should move along," he said, in an almost threatening manner.

The Doctor knew he had to think of a story quickly. "Well, we don't really have business here. We're lost, stranded really. Ran into some nefarious characters on a boat we chartered. They stole everything and dumped us on the beach back that way. We just want to find a place to shelter for the night until we can find a way back to London. Honestly, we don't even know what day this is," the Doctor explained, hoping they would accept this story. Rose and Jackie who were huddling together in the cold were fidgeting.

Jackie whispered to Rose, "What's he sayin?"

Rose turned to her "I don't know, Mum. Without the Tardis, I can't understand. I mean, I know a bit of Norwegian but this is a bit off."

The men stared him in the eye and the Doctor stared back at them with a friendly smile on his face. They turned toward Jackie and Rose looking them up and down.

"This is a decent, God fearing town. No place for harlots," the younger man harshly said.

"Harlots! No, no, no they are certainly not harlots! This is Jackie and Rose, my…" He knew he needed something plausible fast and before he knew it the words spilled from his mouth. "…wife and her mother. We were traveling together when those thieving ruffians stole everything, including the clothes off our backs. We were forced to find clothing in their cargo hold. This is all we have."

Rose stepped forward, a pleading look in her eyes as she walked up and stood close by the Doctor's side. "Please help us," she said, looking at them as she shivered.

The Doctor put his arm around Rose and pulled her tight to his side as Jackie looked on in misery behind them. The older of the two men seem to reach a conclusion.

"English. Your wife speaks strangely for English," he said looking at the Doctor calculatingly.

"Yes, well my wife's family's originally from London but we've been living in France. I'm the Doctor by the way. Don't suppose you can tell me the date?"

"Doctor?" the younger many asked, still not seeming to trust them.

"Today is the twentieth of March in the year of our Lord 1865. I am Jensen Moller and this is my nephew Karl Poulsen. And you are Doctor…..?"

The Doctor was a bit taken aback by the date, but knew he had to pull himself together. He hated being forced to choose a name, but knew he needed to make sure he could establish some legitimacy without altering time lines. "Jean Luc Du Tardis and this is my wife Rose and her mother Mrs. Jacqueline Prentiss Tyler," the Doctor introduced. Rose caught the name and tried to stifle the smile and giggles that were threatening to break through the pitiful expression she was trying to maintain on her face. The whole situation was so outrageous and he had to go and choose the name Jean Luc Du Tardis.

The two mean inclined their head. "My sister has an inn not far from here. We can at least get you and the ladies out of the cold," Jensen said. Karl narrowed his eyes at them, clearly mistrustful.

As they walked to the inn, the Doctor was certain to put Rose's hand on his arm as was proper etiquette for the time. He turned to her and Jackie and explained their roles. Rose seemed startled by her new role as his wife but Jackie didn't seem at all phased and even smiled a bit.

When they reached the inn, Jensen introduced them to his sister, Ola who was Karl's mother. Ola was a short, round women with sparkling grey eyes and a huge smile on her rosy face. She was dressed in a starched white blouse and navy skirt with a handmade navy and brown shall wrapped around her shoulders and a matching kerchief wrapped around her blonde and gray hair.

"Welcome! You poor dears," she said as she took hold the Doctor's hand and turned to Rose and Jackie. "Oh look at you! Come, sit. I will bring tea and we will see if we can find you some decent clothes," she said, taking charge of their welfare. She disappeared into the kitchen.

Karl stepped forward. "Don't think you can come here and take advantage of Mama. You are still strangers and until you prove your intentions, I will be watching you," he said, attempting to intimidate them.

Jensen laid a hand on his shoulder and Karl backed down. "Forgive Karl, he is very protective of his mother since his father was lost at sea two years ago. Now then, Dr. Tardis is it, yeah? How do you intend on obtaining passage for you and your family with nothing but the clothes on your back?"

The Doctor was prepared for this question. "Well, Jensen and Karl, I'm quite handy. I am a man of science but very adept at mechanisms and repairs. Perhaps you or someone in the village could use a hand?" the Doctor asked.

Jensen smiled broadly. Karl just continued looking at the group with suspicion. "Maybe we can find something for you." Ola walked back in with tea and soup for everyone. The Doctor did his best to charm everyone and he and Karl discussed some of the repairs around the inn as well as the shipyards with which he might be able to help. Rose and Jackie did their best to find a way to communicate with Ola and convey their appreciation.

Eventually, the Doctor shook hands with Jensen thanking him for all his help. Karl stood stoically off to the side, remaining aloof. Ola showed them back to a sparse and simple room with two beds. It was meager but clean. Ola promised to bring all of them clothes in the morning and let them know that breakfast would be at six a.m. much to Rose and Jackie's horror.

After Ola left, Jackie collapsed on one of the beds looking exhausted and drained. Rose sat next to the Doctor on the other bed while he began charging her phone. After a few minutes he set it down and began scrubbing at his face.

"Doctor? Is anything wrong?" Rose asked, looking at him concerned.

"It's going to take some time is all. I have to do this a little at a time. The energy in this universe is different and if I push it, it could explode the phone or worse," he explained, looking tired and frustrated.

"So, how long will it take to charge?" Rose asked, looking down at her hands and picking at one of her nails.

He looked over at her and couldn't help but think how tired and childlike she looked. He put his arm around her and tipped her chin up with is other hand. "It's going to be all right. I'll get both you and Jackie home. We just need to get a hold of Torchwood and I'll walk them through some modifications of one of the dimension jumpers. With me guiding them, it should be easy peasy to turn it into a crude version of a vortex manipulator so they can come get us. I will get you and Jackie home. Promise."

She smiled and leaned her head onto his shoulder. Jackie was laying down facing them. "You better. I'm not havin' my baby boy grow up without me. I've had one child grow up with only one parent and I'm not 'bout to let that happen with Pete and Tony. So you daft alien, just you get us home. Hear me?" Jackie said trying to be strong.

The Doctor smiled at her courage. It was certainly a Tyler trait to never give up and fiercely protect the ones they loved. It was one of things he loved about both of them. "I once promised you I would always bring Rose home safely. Now, I promise you that I will get us all home."

Jackie looked over at him, her eyes filled with tears. "I just want to watch my baby grow up. Promise me, Doctor, that I will get to raise my boy."

"I promise," he said intensely and he meant it with every fiber of his being. Jackie fell into an exhausted sleep soon after he made that promise. He and Rose laid down on the small bed. She rolled over until she was facing him. "Married huh," she said looking away briefly.

"Yes, well two women traveling with a single man wouldn't have been exactly acceptable. Us being married made sense," he said and then worried about the way she had said 'married'." "Why? I mean is it that bad, people thinking we're married?" he said softly, in the darkened room.

She blushed. "No, course not. It's just, you and me've never really…"

The Doctor smiled, pleased that she was this affected by the thought of being married to him. "Well, truth be told, we may have sort of been married on Guida. You know the scarf dance."

Her eyes widened. "Seriously? You mean when we danced around that circle with all those people throwing scarves at us?"

"Yep!" he said grinning.

"You didn't say," she accused.

"Well, at the time, I didn't talk about those things."

She became quiet and pensive. "Like other you on the beach you mean," she said quietly, her voice tinged with sadness.

"Rose, I'm sorry. I know this isn't how you thought things would turn out. I will never regret staying here with you. I…I missed you so much," he told her, his voice hitching.

She looked back at him. "But, other you left us, both of us," she said tears pooling in her eyes.

"Yes, he did. He wanted what was best for both of us," he said softly. He reached for one of her hands. "Rose, a Time Lord can't see his own time line. Remember, when talked about this?" She nodded her head. "Well, that doesn't mean we don't get a hint at what's coming and he knows that something bad is coming, that it's something he won't survive unscathed. Neither of us want to risk your life or cause you irreparable harm."

She stiffened and sat up. He could feel the tension radiating off of her. She turned to him. "You didn't let me decide that. You did what you always do and made a decision affecting my life without askin' me. You had no right," she said emotionally.

"Rose, I, we, did what we had to in order to keep you safe. I don't think you understand how important you are to us. He couldn't go on knowing that he saw darkness ahead in your timeline if you stayed with him on the Tardis. I…I was willing to be left here with you, to take the one adventure I thought I could never have… with you. The one thing that always kept me going, even knowing I had lost you to this universe was that, you were alive. I…" he paused to collect himself as he remembered how broken he was after losing her. "I couldn't go on without believing you were alive and well surrounded by family that loved you. You saved me. Helped me to see that life was worth living again. How could I want anything but for you to be alive and safe with your family."

She stared at him and leaned over and enveloped him in a hug. "You daft alien," she murmured while embracing him. "I love you and would follow you anywhere. I just didn't want you to be alone and I needed you." She pulled away and looked at him. "I needed you more than anything. I worked so hard to get back to you. Don't you understand what you mean to me?"

He looked deep into her eyes. "Yes," he said softly. "'Cos you mean the same to me." She threw her arms around him and wept softly for the Time Lord she would never see again and for the Time Lord who was now abandoned with her here, lost in time.