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Gah! Another plot bunny running around in my head! Since finding out that Matt Smith is leaving Doctor Who, I have had this idea stuck in my head. And, with all my crazy ideas, the only way to be rid of it, is to type it out.

So, here is my latest idea: Love Conquers All. Hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know if it should just be a one-shot, or if it should drag on for a good long while!

Love always,

Avoline

Rose stood before the house, nervous and anxious. She had traveled so far, across space and time, just to find him. Did he even want to see her again? Why did he choose to be alone? He knew better. He knew how dangerous he could get.

"Ma'am?"

Se glanced up to see the young woman- Jenny was her name- standing in the doorway.

"Are you coming, ma'am," she asked. Rose nodded. "Do understand, it's one word answers only. He says words are lies, and that too many words can hide the truth." Rose followed her down the hallway. "My mistress isn't like anyone you've ever seen before. Don't let her appearance shock you."

"I've seen worse," the blond remarked.

Boy, was she wrong.

She stepped into an indoor garden of sorts. A woman sat in a chair, but her appearance was quite strange. She had the skin of a lizard, but the eyes, lips, and nose of a human. Rose was sure that the Doctor had probably seen her kind before, but Rose sure hadn't.

"Please, sit down," the woman instructed. Rose complied. "I am Madam Vastra. Jenny went over the rules with you, yes?" Rose nodded, eager to find out if she could see the man she loved again. "So, now, we start with the questions. Why do you seek the Doctor?"

"Love," Rose replied honestly, without hesitation.

"And why would love bring him from his solitude?" Rose thought for a while. She would have to look deeply to find the proper word. If she wanted to see him again, she had to play by the rules.

"Return."

"So you think he returns those feelings?"

"Yes."

"Basic. That's good. Only one well-chosen word will bring him down from his solitude above the clouds. What word do you choose?" At that, Rose grinned.

She knew all too well what word would work. She saw it in his eyes, that day when she came back. He looked like he couldn't believe that she was there. That's when she knew that all it would take was her name, and he would do anything.

"Rose."

Vastra looked shocked. She didn't know what Rose knew. Rose had kept that information secret, and for good reason. That kind of information in the wrong hands could lead to the Doctor's demise. She had to keep it secret.

"Are you sure," Vastra inquired.

"Yes."

Vastra picked up the phone next to her, and Rose let her thoughts drift. She thought about all the good times with the Doctor and how quickly she fell for him. Did he still feel the same? She wasn't sure, but she had to chance it. If he didn't feel the same anymore, then she was alone.

Tears formed in her eyes as she remembered the past few months. She had lost so much, and the only person she could talk do and confide in was here. Somewhere.

She heard the phone click, and turned to Madame Vastra.

"He will see you," she stated, "but you will have to go to him."

Rose slowly made her way up the seemingly never-ending staircase. She was terrified, if she was being honest with herself. What if he didn't want her anymore? What if he's moved on and left her behind? She wasn't sure if she could handle it.

She reached the top and went straight ahead. She had to hold on to hope. He was the only person she had left. She had to believe that he still wanted her. She had to believe that he never let her go. She had never given up on him. After these past few months, she needed him now more than ever.

A familiar blue police box appeared in her line of sight, and she broke into a sprint. She was so close, now. So close to him, so close to home. She could already feel his arms around her, and his impossibly soft hair between her fingers. Hopefully, the door would still be unlocked, just like it should be. She reached for the handle, pushed the door open...

And stopped dead still, just inside. It had changed a bit. The inside was no longer orange and quirky. Instead, it was silver, with three large tiers from the roof, each one holding at least twenty etchings in Gallifreyian. It was all so shiny and industrial, not at all like she remembered.

What if he had changed as well? He would still be the same man on the inside, but she would have to adjust to a whole new face. Probably a new personality as well. She could do that. She could adjust to that, she was sure of it.

"Rose?"

She turned and saw him. He had changed, but not too drastically. His hair was still dark, and his eyes, although green now, still held a look of longing. He was a bit shorter than she remembered, and his hair was a bit longer. His face had changed a good bit, but his eyes still held all his emotions, some of which she could tell he had recently had to experience all over again.

"Doctor," she breathed. "Is that you?" He stepped towards her, and she knew he was scared. Scared that this was simply a dream, that she wasn't really there. "It's me. I'm really here. You're not dreaming." A tear slid down his face at her words.

"But how," he whispered as he neared her, his fingered hovering over hers. She felt tears welling in her eyes.

"I'll explain later," she choked out. "Right now, I just want to know one thing." He smiled, and she felt her heart flutter. It was still so adorable to her, so perfect.

"You don't even have to say it," he murmured. "I still feel the same as I always have." He pulled her close, and she buried her face into his shoulder.

She was home now.