A/N Hiiiiii! I haven't posted for a while. And really, I've just not had a ton of inspiration. But I am fixing to publish a new Doctor Who story…I have to decide, really, if I should post it, because the main theme could affect a great deal of people not from the US. But, anyhow, this is a very short little DW story I thought up while watching le Tenth Doctah and Rose hug. Enjooooooy! Oh, and last month was an incredible month. TWO THOUSAND PEOPLE READ MY STORIES IN ONE MONTH. I sat there, stared at my screen, then giggled like a little kid and did a happy dance with my best bud. Really, guys, thank you. Thank you a million times. I love you all. Really and truly. THANK YOU.
Rose Tyler and The Doctor were never going to have an easy life.
Of course, who could when they were constantly running for their lives on a foreign planet? It wasn't a picnic. And usually, when they were stuck on some planet…they were really stuck. But guess what? It never mattered. All that mattered to them, was that they had each other. They had the other to lean on, and to be beside no matter what. Anyone could see that those two time travelers were absolutely smitten with each other-not that they would admit it. But it was obvious. It was absolutely, positively obvious, whenever he smiled at her. A smile that was reserved for her and her alone. And whenever she held his hand. Something she rarely did with anyone else but him. Those two were absolutely, unashamedly, stupidly…in love.
And that love was nobody's but theirs.