My first Who fic...and yes i did use this as away to distract myself from my other story :) Sorry.

Story Setting: Everything happened just like season 4 except the last 10 or so minutes, Rose convinced the Doctor she wasn't going anywhere, they left the spare with Jackie and took Donna home together.

Reason: I didn't like Rose being left behind again- SHE belongs with the Doctor and I hated him walking into the TARDIS alone and wet it was so sad :(

Rose sat in the jump seat, the Doctor's coat draped around her listening to the hum of the TARDIS, she'd walked the Doctor to the Noble's front door holding an umbrella over both him and Donna but she knew he had to do the rest himself.

It had been a long day between convincing him she wasn't leaving and saving the universe with their friends and family, and she could really use some sleep. But she couldn't rest until he got home, it just wouldn't be right. She glanced down at the notebook and pen gripped tightly in her hands and begun a long letter to her mother (hoping one day she'd be able to send it) she felt she might as well put her time to good use.

The creak of the doors drew her attention from her notebook. He was soaked. She frowned, she'd left the umbrella at the front door for a reason. She looked him over carefully, he looked...he looked like he'd lost everything and it hurt, he'd lost so much and the universe just took more. More then anyone should have to put up with. Dropping the notebook carelessly onto the seat and throwing the coat off her she stood up and hesitated. Not so long ago she'd always known what to do, what he needed from her...a hug here, a hug there, or just someone to listen and let him forget – but they were different people now, weren't they?

The Doctor took off his jacket and threw it over a railing as he moved over to the console, he carefully avoided eye contact with Rose as he started pushing buttons and pulling levers to get them as far away from everybody else as possible.

When he didn't look at her Rose sighed inwardly, here we go again, well if he didn't want to talk to her that was fine. Just fine, fantastic even. She picked the notebook up and settled back down onto the jump seat, ready to resume writing to her mother. One thing she had been happy to learn in the parallel universe was patience, which was easy to learn when you couldn't swan off and had to deal with the consciences of saving the world. And boy were there consciences!

She was completely focused on writing everything -adventures, apologies, explanations- all she could think of to her mother, they'd said good-bye but there were a lot of things Rose had never said, things you can't think of when you have only a short time to say them. She needed her mum to know that she wasn't choosing this life over her old one...she was choosing him. And she'd done so long ago, it wasn't something she could undo, and he wasn't someone she could walk away from or let walk away from her. A drop of water hit her page and smudged her words bringing her back to the present. She jumped and found the doctor standing behind her reading over her shoulder.

"You don't write half slow" he complained, "and when I said she couldn't touch anything it wasn't because she deserved a rest, I really didn't want her to touch anything, oh and if your going to write about that time we went to Gythint 5 the least you could do is spell it correctly. I'm sure you'd take offence if they wrote about the Eith woman who had a shower in their holy water."

Rose glared and shut her book, "You broke the stupid pump! I was just an innocent bystander who paid the price for standing too bloody close."

"I didn't break it, it was like that when we got there" he pouted, then started waving his finger at her "and innocent my foot! You were trying to charm the local priest, if I remember correctly and I always do!"

Rose took a deep breath, "Jedter was just explaining the local culture to me, and for your information he was actually really nice...until you started fiddling with the pump."

"Not the first priest I've ever seen with a pitchfork" the Doctor said thoughtfully, coming around to sit next to Rose.

"And probably not the last", Rose muttered darkly to herself.

"So" the Doctor begun conversationally "What's all this then?" he asked gesturing to the notebook.

"It's just...if we ever work out how to...I just want her to know that I miss her, missed her" Rose scrunched up her face as she corrected herself and looked at the grating "You know, I want her to know that...or maybe I just don't want to forget her. Every-time I want to call her and tell her something I'll write it here, because it's better then nothing...it's better then ignoring this" she said gesturing to the TARDIS and the Doctor "it's better then pretending every-things all right" she said softly looking down at a fixed point of the floor.

The Doctor took her hand. "Every-thing's not all right?" he asked quietly.

Rose met his gaze with a raised eyebrow "Me, I'm always all right", she replied repeating his hollow words back at him.

He pulled back and frowned at her, "Rose" he said warningly.

She smiled unconvincingly, "Your right, why would I want to have a real conversation with you after all we've been through, all I've seen" her voice hitched on the last word. She stood up, pulling her hand from his,"well I should be getting to bed....Goodnight Doctor."

She'd seen him move fast, he'd had to, they'd both had to, to survive their adventures, but she was still surprised how quickly he had moved when suddenly he was in front of her, hands up in surrender. "Please" he begun pleadingly "I'm sorry...if there's one person who understands...it's you. But I don't...I don't" he tried again as his eyes filled with tears.

Suddenly to Rose everything seemed very simple and she reached up and put her arms around him, letting him bury his face in her neck, and she just held him like she would never let him go.

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Some time later Rose awoke to find her arm was asleep. It tingled unpleasantly as she tried to shift the weight on it, opening her eyes she discovered exactly what that weight was – the Doctor was lying on her arm. Somehow he'd fallen asleep with her arm around him...under him...and since when did he sleep?! She groaned softly and muttered quietly to herself as she worked at getting her arm back, inch by inch.

They'd talked a little, cried a little and hugged a lot until they were completely exhausted. And then it had been someone's bright idea to try and find somewhere better for sleep, and apparently the TARDIS was feeling uncooperative today (maybe because of the trip to the parallel world, maybe because she was nearly roasted...who really knew) and so they'd only managed to make it to the library. While the library was a nice place for research or to curl up with a good book on days designated as weekends today it only held a few long wooden tables and chairs, and a bunch of plush armchairs, and since neither of them had much energy to drag themselves into a chair they felt the rug on the floor by the fireplace was close enough and collapsed. It was too late for regret, or at least that was what Rose told herself, as she struggled quietly.

Successfully pulling free, she jostled the Doctor a little as she rolled away- to freedom. She giggled quietly to herself and covered her mouth when the Doctor let out a snort and shifted in his sleep. She waved her arm a little in the air and cringed as blood returned to the area, she pouted it hurt. She wasn't a pillow, she shouldn't have to put up with this sort of treatment! Ooh her neck, she reached up to massage it a little. Seemed the floor had done her no favours.

She looked at her watch (a silly thing to wear in a time machine she knew, but she hadn't had time to take it off) Breakfast time, hmm...she wandered whether her mum and dad were having breakfast right now. Her stomach rumbled and she decided to get busy rather then sulk, since it wouldn't do any good.

She stood up slowly, rubbed her eyes and then had to bite her lip. Oh my god she'd left the human Doctor, Mr. Metacrisis himself for her mother to deal with, she covered her face. She was a horrible person, she let out a little growl of frustration. The Doctor (her Doctor) had refused to allow him back in the TARDIS, wouldn't even consider taking him with them, and Donna had agreed. What more could she have done? Well she'd tried to make it a little easier for him...she'd taken...borrowed the Doctor's slightly psychic paper and given it to him. Since she felt he needed a little bit of home with him. Oh she wasn't looking forward to telling him that, maybe she just wouldn't say anything. After-all it was better then giving away his screwdriver (though she had considered it for a minute) she smirked, not that she'd be able to pry it off him. She glance fondly down at him and sighed...right breakfast time, she reminded herself and started towards the door.

"Oi, leaving me in my time of need? Rose Tyler I'm surprised at you", the Doctor shook his head at her as she spun around to give him a look. He sat up and then sprung to his feet with surprising enthusiasm and speed.

"Time of need?", Rose questioned patiently, suddenly finding him standing right in front of her. She started to feel breakfast time slip away from her, maybe she thought hopefully she'd be able to get away in time for lunch.

The Doctor nodded, "Everyone's abandoned me and now off you go again" he said matter-of-factly.

Rose's mouth fell open and her eyes widened. There were no words to describe what she was feeling. He was making light of their separation! She narrowed her eyes and blew out a furious puff of air.

"Too soon?" the Doctor asked, grinning – happy that he still had what it took to render Rose Tyler speechless.

Rose pursed her lips and tried, tried very hard to choose one of the many thoughts ripping lightening fast through her mind. "I'm hungry" she finally added and quickly spun around and walked away. The Doctor was not far behind but came to a sudden stop when Rose threw out an arm to stop him falling into step with her, "Give me ten minutes. Then it'll be a little safer for you to approach me" she said woodenly over her shoulder. Leaving the Doctor puzzled and frozen in the hallway.

Do i continue? the million dollar question. I think maybe there's at least 1/2 a chapter left in this. Please review...it's hard to tell how this went otherwise. I'm thinking 6 out of 10 - I've read worse...but have i written worse?