Shout out to Crys and emason109 for their follows! Following me is great, but reviews are better ;). Alright, so a bit of an author's note. I watched the 50th Anniversary for probably the 6th time, and am very happy to say that I preordered it a while ago, and my DVD should be here Monday! Anyway, it gave me an idea for this chapter. So I guess this is also a spoiler warning, for those who haven't seen it yet. Enjoy!
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I was woken up by the alarm around 8. "John," I mumble as I roll over and reach out to the spot next to me. My eyes flash open when I find it empty, and I feel a panic attack starting. As I start to calm down, I hear the floor creaking downstairs. I slip down the hall into my room and slide into a pair of grey and green yoga pants. Glancing in the mirror, I notice my hair is a mess. Sighing, I run my fingers through it. Curls are everywhere, but slightly calmer. Taking a deep breath, I head down the stairs. First I check the kitchen, but John isn't anywhere to be seen. As I walk to his office, I glance out the window into the garden. The TARDIS is about 4 feet tall now. John's door is cracked slightly, so I knock lightly before entering. He doesn't even look up as I enter. Slightly smug, I lean against the corner of the desk and let out a loud breath, blowing my hair slightly. Catching his attention he looks my way. I can't help but smile, he has his brainy-specs on. "Whatcha workin' on," I ask shyly, unsure as to why he didn't wake me when he got up. "This? New screwdriver. Doesn't feel right not having one," he says as he starts encasing all of the chips that hold the software in a familiar silver casing. "Did ya make a wood setting this time," I say as I nudge him slightly. "Brilliant! You truly are fantastic Rose," he shouts as he takes a chip off to reprogram it. "Alright, breakfast. No more work," I whisper in his ear as I stand up. Watching him, I notice a light bulb turn on in his brain. "Oh Rose," he shouted as he hugged me tightly. Puzzled, I head to the kitchen as he follows me.
"Two eggs, some bacon, and orange juice. Don't wrinkle your nose at me, this is good for you," I wink at him as I pour his juice. "Rose, do you want to hear about the Time War," he asks seriously. I choke on my orange juice slightly before stammering out, "I thought you didn't want to talk about it." He flashes me a smile, "I trust you." I nod, showing him that I would love to hear his story. "When you said, 'No more,' it brought back a lot of memories, and I think it is only fair to let you know why I was in London in 2005, why I made sure you came with me to travel, why I had to keep you safe, and most importantly, you need to know what you did for the universe." I blink at him a few times, "Me? I wasn't there. I've never been to Gallifrey." He smiled at me, "Not you exactly no. The wolf was there though."
"So because of you, Gallifrey is safe, and I had to find you. After I regenerated, I headed to London, because the TARDIS was convinced the Bad Wolf was there. Since the conscience of The Moment had given me your name, I sort of had an idea it was you. Of course, I had forgotten that, but when I read it on your mail, it came back little by little. You were never forgotten by me Rose. Martha left because your name kept being brought up. Donna helped me heal enough to function again. You were never just another companion Rose. You saved my people, and one day, they will be found again." By this time, we had moved to the sofa in the living room. John had taken a moment to make us up some tea. I smiled contently to myself, "Maybe this isn't such a bad idea."
"Alright, so once I had found out that you were Rose Tyler, I couldn't just leave you behind. I'm not exactly sure why I have such clarity on these matters, the timelines should be too complicated and scrambled. Unless this is happening for him right now. Then I would have an easier time knowing what is going on. Timey wimey." He gave me a goofy grin. I swallow hard, "So, because the War Doctor was shown me back on Gallifrey, you began looking for the wolf?" He nodded as he took a drink, "Yes. Unfortunately, I couldn't remember your face. Made things a little more difficult." I ruffle the back of my hair, "John, I know this isn't easy for you, but thank you." He gave me a goofy smile and grabbed both my hands, pulling me to a stand. "Rose Tyler, let's go. We need a holiday."
A few hours later, we were sitting in the airport. John was still tinkering with his screwdriver as we sat at the gate. "John, put that away before security starts asking questions," I mumble as I look at him over my sunglasses. I hadn't really been anywhere since we arrived back here, but I knew the paparazzi are everywhere, and I really didn't want to deal with them again. No sooner had I adjust my glasses, I was swarmed with flashing lights and microphones, "Ms. Tyler! Ms. Tyler, over here please." I look to my left at a young reporter. "Yes? What is it," I ask rather annoyed. "Ms. Tyler, as heiress of the Tyler estate, have you found anyone to share your fortune with," he asked glancing at John who narrowed his eyes angrily at the young man. "Sorry, what is your name," I ask, ignoring his question. He looked so much like Jack, it was unbelievable. "Jack Harkness. Junior reporter to the Cardiff Times. Now, Ms. Tyler, the question." John and I burst out laughing and I can see a rant coming for our flight to Chicago. "Oh, um, well there is John Smith here," I give my signature tongue in teeth grin and point at John. His eyes grow wide and he grabs my hand. The reporters start firing off questions, and I can see a few of their assistants trying to dig up information on John. I chuckle as their searches don't turn up anything and their faces grow comical with frustration. As I start trying to answer questions, our flight is called for boarding, and since John and I are sort of celebrities, we have to board first.
Once on the plane, we are away from all of the press. John is staring at me intently. As I try to settle in while everyone else is boarding, he keeps staring. "What is it John," I ask as I take my sunglasses off. "You…you told the press that you were with me," he stammers out. "No, I merely pointed you out. I am curious as to what kind of story they will run for it," I say off-handedly. I turn to face him, and my heart breaks because of the sadness that is filling his eyes. "John…I didn' mean it like tha'. I jus' dunno where we are going. We only just now got together." His face brightens and he reaches over and grabs my hand, "I know this must be difficult for you, but I am always going to be here for you. I'm never going to leave you." I give him a smile before leaning over and using his shoulder as a pillow. "Chicago is going to be wonderful," I whisper sleepily. I feel John nod as he rests his head on top of mine.
11 hours later, we landed in O'Hare Airport. I shake John awake lightly, "John, we're here, time ta get up." He stretches and stands up. "How long was I out," he asks rubbing the back of his neck. "We los' abou' 10 hours or so," I say grabbing my bag out from under the seat. "I miss the TARDIS," I hear him grumble behind me.
After getting our passports stamped, John and I climbed into a limo and headed for our hotel. "You should probably phone your mother Rose," he whispered as he brushed my hair behind my ear. "In the mornin'. It is pretty late there." He pressed a kiss to the side of my head. About thirty minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of our hotel. John jumped out and grabbed our bags as I headed inside to get our room keys. He was oddly quiet as we stood in the elevator, "John, is everythin' alright?" He merely smiled and squeezed my hand lightly. I stared at him puzzled as he led me down the hall to our room. "Alright Rose, you go in first," he said as he slid his key card into the slot. When the light turned green, I turned the silver handle down and pushed the door open.
When I open the door, the suite is covered in vases full of roses of all colors, there is a bottle of fine wine in a silver bucket of ice, and on the bed, was a small parcel. "John? What is all of this," I gasp and lean in to smell the nearest rose. "Well, Ms. Tyler, I have you booked for a very relaxing weekend. Tonight, we have a romantic dinner planned and tomorrow, you have an all-day spa treatment. Now, why don't you open your gift," he rubbed my shoulders affectionately. Sitting on the bed, I pick up the thin package. I had seen enough of these to know that it was most likely a bracelet or necklace. I smile over at John who is busy unpacking our bags. He gives me a wink before returning to the luggage. I take the lid off, and a beautiful Sapphire necklace lay gently on a velvet cushion. "Oh John, its beautiful," I exclaim as I gently touch some of the stones. "Try it on Rosebud," he whispered sitting behind me. "Can ya help me," I quietly ask, passing him the box. I move my hair out of the way and then I feel the lightness of the necklace around my neck.
After dinner, we returned to the suite. "John, I had such a wonderful time," I say spinning around and my dress spun out. "You are so beautiful Rose. This weekend though, I want you to be Rose Tyler of the Powell estate. My Rose. Not Rose Tyler heiress of Tyler Estate." I give him a tongue in teeth grin and slip off to the loo to change. When I returned, John was once again tinkering with his screwdriver. I scoot next to him and watch him quietly. He grabs his glasses and I snicker, knowing he really doesn't need them. He lets out a sigh and I start to doze off on his shoulder. I know it is better to let him work rather than talk to him and break concentration. "Rose," he asks gently. "Mmm yes Doctor," I ask sleepily before my eyes flash open. I see that John is braced and ready for an attack, but it never comes. Instead, my hands fly to my mouth in shock. "John, I am so very sorry. So sorry." He wraps his arms round me, the sonic falls to the floor, and he lays us down. "Time to rest Rose. It is okay, don't worry about the slip up. It hasn't been too long. Sleep well my Rosebud," he whispers softly as he rubs my arm.
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