Chapter Two

The next morning, Rose slowly woke to the realization that she was back in Pete's World and that she had a copy of the Doctor across the hall from her. He had said that this copy needed her because he needed her. Why did he have to be so confusing and frustrating? She had searched and searched for him because she wanted to stay with him but instead she gets dumped back here with his duplicate.

"Ugh," she shouted and threw the covers off her. Grabbing her robe she threw open her door and charged across the hall to his room. Not even knocking she threw open his door, making him nearly fall off the bed. "Why, why are we here?"

"Um, because it's your parents place," he was still in a fog from very little sleep.

"No, why did we get dumped in this universe?"

"Oh," he realized what she wanted and he couldn't really give her the right reason. "Look Rose…"

"No," she cut him off, "I searched and searched until I found him and then he goes and dumps us here like we were yesterday's news. Ugh, I am so mad at him."

He watched as she paced back and forth next to the bed. She was muttering to herself about the Doctor being a complete idiot or something when he finally got the courage up to talk to her.

"Rose," she stopped and looked at him. "I know this is not what you wanted. And I totally understand if you want me to leave, since in all reality I am not HIM. I had hoped that we could work through that and maybe have a true life together, but if it hurts too much then I will leave."

Rose was dumbfounded, what had she let her anger out on him, it wasn't his fault. She physically deflated and sat down next to him on the bed.

"No," she started, "I want you to stay, I am sorry. I should not have let my anger out on you."

"It's totally understandable," he said and took her hand in his. "We can get through this; it may take a while but we can do this."

She nodded and laid her head on his shoulder. They sat there for several minutes just being silent until Jackie came in to tell them that breakfast was ready. Rose went back to her room to change but swung back quickly.

"I think the first thing we need to do is get you some clothes," she stated and walked into her room to change.

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If he never saw another shop in his life it would be too soon. Six hours of shopping with Rose made him want to scream. Although now he had an actual wardrobe it was enough to drive him mad. Two pairs of jeans, three suits sets, two coats, several shirts, four pairs of shoes, under things and a new wallet were all bagged and filled the back of Rose's car. He was exhausted and was so happy to be heading back to the house.

"So now that you have a nice sized wardrobe, we need to figure out who you are," Rose said as they were putting things away in his closet.

"What do you mean?" He asked very confused.

"I mean we can't just call you the Doctor, and because of the status of my family people will want to know who you are," she said hanging up the last piece. "We need to come up with an identity for you so Dad can put it in play. That's what he did for mom and me when we first got here."

"Right, like a name and where I came from," he said and sat on the bed. "Well there always is my usual, John Smith. But I think that I need to be a little more original then that."

"Yeah, choose it for yourself," she said sitting next to him. "We can go down to the office and look up some names to see what would best fit you?"

He nodded and they headed downstairs to her Dad's computer. After searching for what seemed like forever they finally found a name that suited him.

"Benjamin Hardy Holmes," he tried it out. "I like it!"

"So do I," Rose giggled. "So now we just need to figure out a background for you and Dad will get the papers together."

It took them another two hours to figure out the best back story for him; once it was confirmed Rose typed it all out and sent it to Pete via e-mail. She smiled, this had been the best day so far, and she had been able to spend all day with Ben and was just having fun. Once she finished the e-mail she looked up to find Ben slumped over in the chair next to her, fast asleep. Gently she woke him and helped him back up to his room; maybe she could get used to having him around.