Rose was in a mansion for the after-party of Mr Darcy and, now, Mrs Elizabeth Darcy's wedding. She looked like Kiera Knightley and he looked like Colin Firth, which was not expected -as she had seen both the TV series and the movie and a combo of both didn't seem to suit- but she had to admit that they did look good together. Although she had been there some time earlier to swoon over Mr Darcy's water soaked body, and tempting the Doctor to be more of a romantic. She did both which she celebrated about later that day. It was an hour ago she had mentioned to the Doctor that in the movie they never kissed, adding to his reasons to complain about 'Pride and Prejudice'. To her surprise, he didn't complain, he just flicked a couple of switches and took her here, grinning at her as per usual. It was the smile he saved for her when she needed it most. But after the incident, he hadn't smiled. It had been a month's worth of travelling had nearly made her lose hope but the smile brought brightness back into her life. The weird thing was the incident was good, or at least in her eyes.

It started in her present day (2007), when they had came back from a theme-park in the Da Vinci Nebula (the first empty nebula to be found, 3000) and the ghosts came. That's where things went bad to worse. Mickey came back, meaning the void -hell- had been opened leaving the world to be took over by Daleks and Cyber-men. And they had to close it. He tried to get rid of her but she was too in love with him to let him and he was too in love with her to stay angry when she came back to his arms, back into danger's arms. Half of the time his face was liquid to what he was feeling, the other half his face was unreadable but when she nearly let go she could see deep into his eyes and she saw despair and grief and the fact he was nearly giving up on her hurt her so much that she nearly let go… but she held on to the part of him that was practically shouting at her to hold on. For a while despair took over him and he nearly let himself believe she'd let go, then he saw her sprawled on the floor he knew he had to get over himself. Too afraid to move her, in case she vanished in his arms and turned out to be a vision, he sat beside her and watched her still body sleep and tending to her wound -she had let go in the final ½ a second and fell unconscious when she hit the floor, head first. As soon as she woke up, she saw him, she knew what had happened and threw herself into his arms and both of them cried, Rose with grief and the Doctor with guilt but somewhere in their tears was a tremendous amount of relief. Something triggered as they were leaving and the place burnt to the ground. The guilt and grief had got worse but they never let it show so Rose never seemed like she needed his reassuring, boyish grin but inside she was dieing, just to get a glimpse of it. So she saw the bright side and it was her who came out worse.

The amount of alcohol in just 1 glass in the house Rose was finding unbelievable. It was enough to make the most sober man drunk. The Doctor was on his 2nd glass and Rose was nearing the half way point on her goblet. It was as he was taking the last swig from his goblet he saw her looking longingly at the dance floor and his guilt factor immediately went off the scale, along with his hearts. He knew then and there he had to ask her to dance before she started getting sad and his hearts would indefinitely break. She drunk the rest of her goblet then shivered.

'Just one dance or one of my hearts will probably implode,' the Doctor thought to himself, 'Just one.'

He was extremely surprised when she actually said yes to a dance with him. She gave him her special tongue-between-teeth look (she called it her lucky smile, as things went good when she did it J), he grasped her hand and they strode up to the dance floor, a tasteful with a energetic dance to go with it.

"Wow, you're a great dancer. Have you been practising?" He asked, jokingly.

"Well…"

"No way."

"I have just on the off chance."

"…… Me too."

They grinned at each other. It had surprised them both that Mary Bennet was a fair looking girl who could really belt out a song. The dance seemed to last forever but still not long enough.

'Still just one dance??' The TARDIS teased knowing he changed his mind.

The next song was slow and was a genuine lovers at prom kind of dance. During the song not a word came to anyone's lips. Finally, the Doctor looked at Rose in the eye, slowly but surely, he bent his head she raised hers sharing a tender and heavenly kiss. Afterwards the Doctor gulped.

"We sh-should go." Was all he could murmur. They quickly staggered out the room and two seconds later a sound echoed quietly round the house. The sound, of the universe.