My first eleven/Rose fanfiction. Enjoy :)

She had been messing with the laws of the universe again, and he should have been angry. Very angry. Monstrously angry...But he just wasn't. Not even in the slightest.

He regarded her flickering image, and even though he was quite aware that her eyes were upon him, he was also aware that they weren't seeing him, not at all.

"Who're you?" Rose Tyler asked, and the very question tugged at the Doctors heartstrings. He faced her full on, staring at her with those new, sea green eyes of his, and it seems just the movement gave Rose her answer. She gasped slightly and her brown eyes widened, but she didn't move.

"It's me, Rose." He said simply, hoping beyond hope she wouldn't reject him, like she had when he had regenerated from nine to ten.

"Doctor." She said, and it was an acknowledgment more than anything, a word of acceptance. She seemed to breathe out, as best as the Doctor could tell from her 2d image, and she gave him the tiniest of smiles, eyes roaming over his attire.

The Doctor didn't move, didn't breathe, didn't dare do anything that might push her away. Her gaze rested on the bowtie. Why was it always the bowtie?

"What's that?" She asked, and she chuckled, beautiful rows of teeth showing; a smile he had missed.

"It's a bowtie." Replied the Doctor, and his hand instinctively went to the item, fiddling with it. "Bowties are cool."

"I think, on you they are." Said Rose thoughtfully, the smile unfading. "Only you could pull off a bowtie."

"Is that a compliment?" The Doctor asked, and he smiled back, a peculiar feeling of excitement rising in his chest. Did she like the new him? He daren't ask. Not yet.

Rose closed her mouth and the smile faded, but only a tiny bit. It seemed she wasn't quite ready for that yet.

She looked off to the side, at what to the Doctor looked like nothing in particular, and then the remains of the smile became lined with sadness. The sadness of a memory that the Doctor had tried to suppress as soon as she had appeared in the console room, like a ghost.

"It's funny this, isn't it?" She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, and the Doctor cleared his throat, brushing his long and unruly hair away from his eyes.

"What is?" He replied, playing dumb. Rose raised her eyebrows slightly.

"You know. It's like...The tables have turned, or somethin'. I never thought we'd be like this again." She nodded in his direction, flicking her gaze elsewhere. "I never thought you'd be like that."

"Are you just here to poke fun at my appearance?"

"No." Responded Rose suddenly, and then her tone faded to nonchalance. "I might like it."

"You might like it?" The Doctor pressed. He knew full well why it was so important that she accepted him. Her opinion had been the only thing that had ever mattered to him. She had been the only thing that had ever mattered to him.

"I dunno." She said, and her tone was moody, just like the old Rose, just like moments after his regeneration into his tenth body. She wouldn't smile, and he had made her. He smirked at the memory, but Rose caught it. "What?"
"Nothing." He replied, face dropping, and he idly played with a lever on the console.

There was a silence, and it was awkward. The Doctor cursed it. Nothing should have ever had to be awkward between him and Rose. He did know that it was his fault, and that was nothing to do with his new face.

"I can...Bring you through, if you want to." He announced suddenly, and it was only the voice at the back of his head that suggested that might make her like him, if she could touch him.

"What like...Through the worlds? I can come through properly?" Her voice shook slightly but she checked herself. The Doctor noticed.

"It won't be for long. You'll get sucked back, but I can..." He fiddled with switches and busied himself with the monitor. "I can reverse the polarity of your projection, bring it back on itself..."

He was halfway there now, he was working fast. He would do this, regardless of if she protested. If this was the only way she would love him again, he would do it.

Rose was suddenly too angry to care.

"But you left me behind! You can't just go around, bringing me through for a few minutes because you feel like it! You could've had me, but you left me behind, after all we'd been through!"
"I left you with a piece of myself, I wanted you happy-" The Doctor protested, hurt, but understanding.
"Happy? You should've known I would only ever be happy with you."

The Doctor watched her then, knowing he deserved everything, all of this. Rose pressed her lips together, glaring at him. "And now you've changed."

There was another silence, but this one was sharp, painful. The Doctor frowned at the floor, and then made himself look at Rose, who was looking anywhere but his face.
"If you don't like my new body...I'm sorry, but I'll always be the Doctor." He said honestly, and her gaze fluttered onto his. "And the Doctor will always love Rose Tyler."

And with a final twist of a knob and the flick of a switch, the Doctor span back around to see if he had done the job, to see if he could see Rose as he remembered her, not a flickering image. What he hadn't anticipated, was to see her flying towards him, golden hair whipping out behind her. He had no time to react before she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips hard to his.

It was after a brief moment of accepting that yes, Rose Tyler's lips were upon his, and that yes, he had successfully pulled her from one universe to this one, that the Doctor finally responded to the action; pressing his arms tight to her back and pulling her up against him so he could deepen the kiss. The TARDIS glowed around them in euphoria, but neither Rose, nor the Doctor saw. The kiss continued and Rose let out an ever so slight moan of longing, and the Doctor ran a hand through her soft golden hair, before they finally had to come up for air.

They faced each other, still embracing tightly, and the Doctor was still unsure as to whether or not this was it, this was her acceptance of the new him. Rose stared back at him, mirroring his look of mild surprise and worry, and then her expression broke into one of cheekiness and happiness and beauty, and so many things. Her tongue touched her teeth in that way which the Doctor adored so much, and he beamed back at her as she spoke the words he had been waiting to hear.

"I think, Doctor, that I like the new you."

Review? If you enjoyed it let me know, and I'll write more! :D