Hey.

Ok, sorry for the really late update, but I am very lazy, and truth is this has been sitting on my hard-drive for weeks, all finished, I just completely forgot about it. My bad...

Disclaimer; I wish I did, but I do not own Doctor Who. I have a Dalek pen and toy, though... And a cookie jar.


"One phone call?" she asked incredulously, staring across the table at her husband.

"Yep." he replied, solemn.

"One phone call. We work for three years for this, and all we get is one phone call." she said angrily, turning away from him.

"Rose, I'm sorry, I know it's hard to choose, there are so many people we want to call. Of course you want to call more than one."

"Of course it's hard John! Yo-The Doctor had so many companions, of course you'll want to talk to them. I want to speak with Mickey, or Sarah-Jane, or Jack. You have others you'd like to call." Rose Tyler-Noble yelled, whirling around to face John Noble, her husband.

"We want to check up on everybody, see how they've been, but there's a chance that this phone call can get us out of this universe and into the proper one. So what do we do, John?" she sighed wearily, collapsing in one of the chairs of their living room.

She and John had been working on finding a way to communicate through the universes for the three years they had been left by the Doctor and Donna in Bad Wolf Bay. Using this universes versions of Torchwood and UNIT, they had eventually been able to create a device like a cell phone to search for a crack in the universes and call any number. The reception would depend on the size of the crack. Unfortunately, it took a lot of power, so they only had one shot to get out.

There was one problem; they had no idea who to call.

Rose thought it would be logical to call Jack at Torchwood Three in the other universe, but John disagreed. He still didn't like Torchwood, even under Jacks guidance. If anything, the thought of Captain Jack Harkness leading a team of gun-toting humans terrified him.

The next choice was Sarah-Jane, but John was loathe to intrude on his Time-Lord counterpart's former companion.

Both refused to call on the Doctor.

After several hours of debate, Rose and John were stuck. They had no idea who to call, after exhausting their combined list of potential receivers.

"This is ridiculous." John sighed, leaning against the door to the living room with a look of defeat on his face.

"Oh, come on John, we'll find someone. Eventually." she glanced out the window, and smiled at the twinkling stars she could see outside.

"Lets go out for a minute and look at the stars." she told him, taking his hand and dragging him outside. He laughed as she lay on the grass and pulled him down beside her.

Flakes of snow began to fall, and one alighted on her nose. Closing her eyes, she smiled as a memory came to mind.

She was lying in the snowy grass of the park as snow fell around her, staring up at the sky where the stars hid behind snow clouds. The snow landed on her face, but she couldn't be bothered brushing it off. Smiling, she licked the snow off her lips. She was nineteen years old, with a job, and a sort of boyfriend she was considering taking to the next level; exclusive. Life could be better, but she was happy.

A voice murmured something behind her. She turned around, shocked; she hadn't heard who ever it was coming towards her.

It was a young man, with floppy brown hair covered in snow he hadn't bothered shake out, and dressed in a bow tie, matching suspenders and tweed jacket.

He was gorgeous. She mentally went through a whole bunch of cool things to say to him, but her courage failed her.

"Sorry, mate, didn't notice you were there. Did you say something?" her cockney accent came through in her speech, and his lips curled in an unconscious smile, even as she mentally cursed for letting it slip.

"Nope. I didn't say anything." she grinned at him, and grinned back at her. She felt a wave of relief.

"I'm Rose, Rose Tyler. Who are you then, spending time out here on such a cold night?" she asked, gesturing the park, covered in a white layer of snow. It had stopped falling, but she doubted the respite would last long.

"Oh, I'm... Smith. Mr Smith. And if it's so cold, what are you doing out here." he sat next to her on the snow covered ground, strangely comfortable in her presence.

If she closed her eyes, she could imagine, just for a moment, that they were the best of friends, her and this mysterious man, and they were taking a break from the party her friends on the estate had organised that afternoon. She could imagine kissing him, but broke off that train of thought before it got too far.

"Well, Mr Smith. I'm looking at the stars. They're so beautiful. I'd love to see them up close." she opened her eyes and looked up at the temporarily clear sky with a wistful expression on her face.

"Maybe one day you will."

She opened her eyes and kissed her husband, thinking of the young man. He had no idea how right he was about her travelling the stars. Just weeks after their encounter, she had met the Doctor, and they'd travelled through time and space, the Time Lord in his leather jacket, then later brown suit and converse. She frowned, as something else the young man had said came to mind.

"You must be pretty drunk." she murmured suddenly, eyeing his clothing. He glanced at her, confused.

"Why is that?" he asked, curious.

"You raided your granddads closet." she explained, before laughing at his shocked expression.

"Bow ties are cool." he defended his clothing. She just laughed.

"And so are tweed jackets and suspenders?" she teased him.

"Yes! They're cooler than leather jackets or converses!" he said, laughing even as he said it.

Was it just a coincidence that he had named the two things that her Doctors always wore? Her frown grew deeper, and John cast a worried look at his wife.

"Something wrong?" he asked her, concerned.

"What, oh, nah, just a memory." she said, smiling at John reassuringly.

She frowned again, then remembered something else he'd said.

"Goodbye, Rose Tyler. I hope we meet again, and if you ever wish to see the stars, just give me a call." he said, bringing out a pen and paper and scrawling down a number, handing the paper to her, and running off.

A few seconds later, a strange sound had invaded the near silence of the park. A sound she now recognised as the TARDIS taking off.

Rose gasped, and stood up, John, lying on the ground, frowned up at her.

"What is it?" he asked, standing up and following her as she rushed into the house.

He found her in their bedroom, rummaging through a box of mementos from her life in the other universe, the one with the Doctor. She grinned as she pulled out a pamphlet to a Vincent Van Gogh exhibition.

"What's that?" he asked. She grinned at him.

"A phone number I got a few weeks before I met my first Doctor." she explained. He frowned.

"You're going to call a guy who was interested in you six years ago? Maybe more?" he said, jealous. She laughed and handed him the pamphlet.

"Read it." she told him. He looked at the pamphlet for a few minutes, frowning at the number when he read it, feeling the urge to rip the paper in half rising in him, but he squashed it.

"I don't get it." he told her. She took it back, and explained.

"It's a pamphlet." she told him.

"That much I gathered." he said sarcastically.

"A pamphlet I received in 2005, to an exhibition from 2010..." she continued. He stared at her, a grin sliding across his face.

"That is good." he exclaimed. She smiled at him happily when she realised he understood. "Even by my standards, that is good. Technically completely illegal, of course, against the Laws Of Time to travel back to your own personal time line, or in this case, the timeline of someone close. But I'm actually surprised that my tenth self, your second Doctor, didn't go back to see you anyway." he murmured the last part.

Rose froze, then murmured. "The man at New Years..." the memory hit her.

She was heading home early from the party at Mickeys place. She didn't want to leave, but she was worried about her mum. Jackie always drank too much at New Years.

Hurrying across the pavement to the stairs that led to her home, she was distracted by a grunt of pain. She turned around and saw a hot guy in the shadows, dressed in a brown suit and long tan jacket. Now, she recognised him as her Doctor, but back then, she did not.
"You alright, mate?"she called out to him, her arms crossed to block out the cold.

"Yeah." he replied.

"Too much to drink?" she called out to him.

"Something like that."

"Maybe it's time you went home." she said, concern for the stranger welling up.

"Yeah" was all he said.

" Anyway, Happy New Year." she told him, slightly uncomfortable and worried. He didn't seem drunk.

"And you. What year is this?" he asked. She almost laughed. He must be drunk, not knowing what year it was.

"Blimey, how much have you had? 2005, January the first." she replied.

"2005. Tell you what, I bet you're gonna have a really great year!" the way he said it, she believed him absolutely.

"Yeah?" she smiled at the stranger, before heading towards the stairs."See ya!" she called, glancing back at him a couple of times. As she reached her door, she saw him open a strange blue box. It disappeared. She frowned, then dismissed it as a trick of the light.

"So all we have to do is call that number..." said John, not noticing her distraction.

"And the Time Lord Doctor gets it. You two think of a way to get us back, and the two of us are back where we belong." she finished for him, excited at the prospect of returning once more to her home universe.

"Ha!" he yelled, grinning.

"Ha!" she replied, her face mirroring his. On impulse, she kissed him.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled away, a sad look on his face.

"What's wrong?" she asked him. It was her turn to be worried.

"What'll happen when we get there?" he asked. "You'll have the Doctor again, you won't need me."

She stared at him for a moment, before breaking into laughter. John frowned at her.

"What?" he asked. She just laughed harder.

"What?" he sounded confused.

"What?" he repeated.

"You are thick." she cried out. He stared at her.

"You are Thick-thickity-thick-face from Thicktown in Thickania." she told him once she calmed down.

"I love you, you idiot. The Doctor leaving me here with you was the best thing he ever did for me. I married you, and I'm going to be with you forever, because we both age, we'll die together as well. Don't you see, I chose you on Bad Wolf Bay. I love you, idiot." she kissed him again, and this time he kissed her back.


Author's Note; It looks like this is becoming a chapter story... I don't know how long it'll be, or how often I'll update; I am incredibly lazy... but I promise you I will eventually finish this fanfic... now please review because it might inspire me...