All the flippin Rose/Doctor fic. I AM SORRY. jknotsorry. But anyway... I wrote this by listening to (ONCE AGAIN!) "Home" by Phil Phillips. Jeebus I love that song.


The first thing she did to make it a home was capture his hearts. It began with Charles Dickens, when he saw her in that dress and saw her radiance for the first time. He had blurted it out, bumbling through his words. She'd smiled in confusion at his slight withdrawal of the complement, but didn't comment. It was in that moment he realised he was hers.

Then she began speaking to the TARDIS, her fingertips gently running across the coral and metal walls of the corridors as she walked and spoke. They were mostly trivial stories. Mostly of growing up at the estate and of the adventures the TARDIS couldn't see. Sometimes there were requests. Simple things.

She asked the TARDIS to soften the lights. The harsh florescents had washed away any semblance of a tan she'd ever had. So the lights stayed at their brightness, but softened their light.

She asked for the musty scent to change. It was like incense and the warm smell of vanilla rolled together with something spicy and the smell of the TARDIS herself. The warmth of the aroma permeated everything, leaving it with the lingering scent. Their small family's scent.

She asked for the cool temperature to become warm. There was almost always a breeze of warm air, not hot enough for sweat but not cool enough for goosebumps. And the breeze would never ruffle papers or knock anything over. It just brought swells of warm air where it was cool, carrying the scent with it.

She asked for simple things, and the TARDIS obliged. The ship knew that the cheery pink and yellow girl would be more likely to stay if it was a home. So she did her duty to keep the companion.

She asked these things, and the Doctor ceased to be alone. The ship, which had become merely a ship for him after that horrible affair with the Time War, soon became his home. His planet wasn't his home, and hadn't been for a long time, but he had mourned its loss in pits of guilt and self-hatred even more so than he would've because he had caused its destruction. But she had healed him. Helped him make the TARDIS once again his home. This became more and more true, every time she would look at him and remind him that he was not alone.

She asked for simple things. Like making a home.