Rise of the Cybermen – Age of Steel

The trip back through the breach was a lot worse than their initial fall from the vortex, wires and cables hung limply in the air above them and parts of the console lay scattered across the grating, a sickening stench of burning metal and organics lingering in the smoky haze around them. The Doctor had managed, with a lot of shouting and a disturbing amount malleting, to steer her towards the Cardiff rift circa 1872 as she staggered once again through the vortex, narrowly avoiding their visit to Dicken's by a scant few years. The TARDIS groaned mournfully, her circuits sparking around them as the Doctor lay under the console resoldering circuitry, scorch marks and grease marring the front of his tux, Rose sitting by his legs ready to hand him anything he needed from the toolbox while she stroked the console and whispered words of comfort to the time ship.

"You'll be alright okay," She rest her head against the organics of the console, "He's gonna fix ya good as new."

"- hash e a sanna." The Doctor's voice came from beside her.

"A what?" She muttered sticking her head under the console registering he was attempting to speak with the sonic between his teeth again. She reached in and pulled it from his mouth.

"Ta," He grinned, eyes never leaving his work, "I need the laser spanner."

She nodded and returned the screwdriver to its former position before searching through the toolbox for the requested item. She was drawn to a device similar to the sonic with a hole at the end. Sometimes she thought it was if the ship was helping her to help them both. Her lips twitched to almost a smile.

"This it?" She asked ducking under the console. He nodded taking the item, his entire arm almost disappearing as he reached up into the console.

"Ahah," He exclaimed removing the sonic from his mouth and hauling himself out of the grating. He flicked and pulled various parts of the console before reefing the monitor around to eye level. He grinned wider as the sound of hydraulics echoed throughout the room.

Rose watched as the ceiling cables retracted and rejoined themselves before disappearing, the deep cuts and burns that marked the ships console healing over and returning to their normal healthy green glow. The sound of exhaust fans blaring to life startled her but was relieved when the heaviness that she had felt settling in the room lifted and fresh cool air filled her lungs.

"Much better." The Doctor beamed stuffing his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels.

"She's okay now?" Rose smiled from her spot on the grating.

"Yup," He popped, "Right as rain, or she will be once she's recharged and calibrated. That universe threw her off as I said to Mr Mickey, it's like putting diesel in a petrol engine."

"Good." She gave the console another affectionate sweep of her hand, sighing in relief as she pulled her legs up against her chest and wrapped her arms around herself. Her thoughts turned back to the last twenty-four hours.

She'd come face to face with what had became of the parallel world's Jackie Tyler, a cold heartless metal machine, that wasn't her mum but she couldn't help but feel bereft despite the way the woman had treated her. Then there was Pete, the parallel version of her Dad who had rejected her, she knew she wasn't his but it didn't make it hurt any less considering the last time she had seen him was dying in her arms. And of course dear, sweet Mickey who chose to leave, chose to stay behind with the Preacher's because he'd found a purpose in life after finally coming to the heartbreaking realisation that he had no place in hers. What she realised was out of everything that had happened, what hurt the most was her own selfishness.

The Doctor's hand brought her out of the depths of her thoughts as it hovered in front of her, waiting to be taken. She sniffed, wiping at the tears beginning to burn behind her eyes before taking the proffered hand and letting him pull her from the floor.

"Thanks," She gave him a watery smile.

"Oh Rose," He pulled her into his arms, "I'm so sorry."

She was teetering on the edge but she didn't want to come undone, he shouldn't have to deal with her baggage and treacherous, weak human emotions. So she clung to him trying to drive away how completely gutted she felt with his presence. But the few moments of being in his arms saw her resolve shatter like glass and he held her tighter as she sobbed against his already ruined tux, her tears seeping through to dampen his shirt.

"Shhhh," He whispered his cheek rest to the top of her head. "They made their own choices and I know it hurts but we have to accept it and move on."

"But it hurts." She sobbed.

"I know ," He soothed, "Trust me I do, and it'll never stop hurting but you can't let the pain stop you, we have to go on, just as they will."

She cried for Mickey and the Jackie who wasn't hers and Mrs Moore and Rickey and the thousands of people who'd lost their lives tonight and then finally she cried for the man who'd lost his wife and then walked away to continue to fight the good fight. In that moment Pete reminded her a little of the Doctor which made her cry in frustration at their situation and the feeling that by crying for the loss of her absent friend she was somehow betraying the alien left to pick up the pieces. Another sore point presented itself, Mickey was so wrong about her and the Doctor she thought, cause he was the one thing, person, alien whatever that she wanted more than anything in the universes, and the one thing she could never have. Mickey was wrong. Cause even now as he held her, she could still feel him keeping her at arm's length, keeping himself back from her. She reluctantly pulled her head away from his chest running a hand down his shirt over the mascara marks that had been added to the ruined tux.

"There goes the deposit." She looked up at his lopsided grin.

"Ah well," Rose sniffed smoothing his jacket lapels with her fingers, "The brown suit looks betta anyways."

"Says the woman who ask's if I'm changing on nearly every planet we stop on," He teased softly, taking her hand and pulling her towards the corridor, said suit tucked firmly under his arm. "Plus I'll have you know I look fantastic in this tux, as you can well see Miss Tyler." He smirked.

"Alright Mr Impressive," She snorted, wiping tears from her eyes, "Jus be careful else your gigantic Time Lord ego will leave no room for me."

"Nah, always room for you," He grinned, "Oh and that was rude Rose, you've been practicing!"

"Learnt from the best didn't I." She smiled nudging his shoulder.

"That you have." He beamed turning to face her when they reached her bedroom door.

"I'm gonna go grab a shower an' get outta this stupid uniform," She nodded to the inside of her room, "I'll come find you when I'm done?"

"Sure," He smiled softly, "I'm just gonna go dispose of this." He fingered his tux distastefully.

"Kay then," She smiled. "I'll see ya soon yea."

"Not if I see you first." He winked turning to saunter down the hall as she closed the door.

He let out a long breath and wandered through his barely used bedroom, almost tripping on a pile of books as he pulled his trainers off.

"Maybe we should take her home." He mused relieving himself of the black suit jacket. The TARDIS rumbling at him in disapproval.

"Not like that!" He exclaimed eyes widening at her implication. He glared at the ceiling as he stripped the rest of the ruined tuxedo and stepped into the shower. "I wasn't planning on leaving her there, just a few days with her Mother."

The TARDIS flashed images across his mind of him going off without her and Rose's panic at his absence.

"I'm not gonna leave without her." He spluttered indignantly as he rinsed off and stepped out, reaching into his abandoned trousers for the sonic to dry himself off.

"We'll stay as long as she wants." The ship rumbled an agreement and he raised an eyebrow curiously.

"Why do you care though," He asked, buttoning his suit jacket, "You've never shown any affinity for companions before?"

She flashed him images of the two of them laughing and running and living, something he had done very little of before meeting the small pink and yellow girl. She reminded him also that this companion in particular would always share a part of themselves.

"Yea I remember," He nodded, "Just don't make a habit of exposing her to the vortex, I don't think she fancies seeing the end of this body just yet."

The Doctor's thoughts drifted to Mickey as he pulled on a new pair of trainers and made his way down the corridor.

"What about me? What if I need you?"

"Yeah, but Rose- you don't. It's just you and him, isn't it?"

"We had something a long time ago, but... not anymore."

He knew Mickey had worked it out long ago and so chose not to add insult to injury by denying it. Rose belonged with him and the TARDIS, he'd known it the moment he'd first taken her hand in Henrick's basement and every single time he'd taken it since. No one would take her from him now and may every deity in the universe help whoever tried. He raised an eyebrow at the possessive connotations accompanying his thoughts of late and with a deep breath and a shrug he set the co-ordinates for the Powell Estate and eased them off into the vortex.

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Rose had been surprised and more than a little wary as they'd landed, expecting to spend a little time spinning around in the vortex, but the look of appreciation he'd received over Jackie's shoulder proved that he'd made the right choice. The Doctor moved the TARDIS out of the living room and into Rose's old bedroom leaving the two Tyler women alone to talk and grieve.

After several hours of adjustments and fine tuning his ship he was about to wander out in search of his companion only to reach for his coat and find her fast asleep on the jump seat underneath it. He frowned, crouching down to gently sweep a piece of hair back behind her ear, her eyes fluttering open at his touch.

"Hello." He smiled. "When did you-"

"Somewhere between tafelshrews and cussin' the TARDIS refused to translate." She replied sleepily.

"You know me," He grinned, straightening up.

"Yea," She laughed sitting up, "Reckon I could make a few sailors blush if I could remember half of it."

"That and a bit more," He agreed seriously, "What are you doing here anyway, thought you were, you know- 'talking' with your mum and all-"

"Mum went to bed," She shook her head with a laugh at his refusal to acknowledge the domestics, "I came in here to watch ya work then I jus sorta drifted off."

"Well," He shrugged sitting down beside her, "You've been up for almost thirty-six hours now, no wonder you were out like a light."

"Yea, I guess." She breathed looking down at her hands in her lap.

"You alright?" He asked gently nudging her shoulder.

"No," She admitted with a small laugh, sad eyes meeting his, "But I think I will be. It's jus' I keep thinkin' bout' Mick's, I mean it's good he got his Gran back, but Pete lost everything, bet he couldn't even face going back home knowin' what happened there, same as Mum, refuses to go anywhere near that church again, she's got no-one either-"

"She still has you," He reminded her softly. "That's a lot more than most-"

"He didn't want me," She shrugged and looked away avoiding his eyes. "Either of em'."

"Is that really what you think Rose?" He levelled his gaze at her.

"It's true," She pulled his coat tighter around her. "It's like everyone I care about keeps slippin' through my fingers-"

"I'm still here," He spoke softly, his hearts constricting with the thought. "I won't leave you."

"Not now," She whispered, "But one day yea, even my Dad didn't want-"

"He wasn't your Dad Rose," He shook his head willing her to realise the difference, "Besides, what did you think would happen?"

"I dunno," She replied softly, "Jus didn't expect that."

"You couldn't have stayed with them in that world." He told her gently, silently begging she never leave him.

"I know," She sighed leaning her head against his shoulder, as if she could leave him anyways. "I wouldn't-"

"No but you thought about it," He gazed down at the top of her head; there was no accusation in his voice. "Remember I know you better than anyone."

"You think I wanted to go play happy families off in another universe?" She frowned up at him.

"Weeeell, who wouldn't," He shrugged, eyes diverting over the coral of the ceiling, "Both your parents, lots of money and cars and...stuff-"

"Then you don't know me at all," She spoke quietly sinking further into his coat. "None of that stuff matters to me."

"I know," He nudged her, "But everyone gets tempted sometimes, even me."

"Not temptin' enough for me," She sniffed referring to the parallel.

"Oh, and why's that then?" He began to smirk, resting his long legs atop the console and his arm across the back of the seat behind her.

"Mum's here yea an' well you know, where you go I go," She whispered, his head turning to regard her. "Besides, who knows what type of trouble you'd get in without me?"

He snorted relaxing back against the chair, his eyes closed and his face relaxed as they sat in companionable silence.

"She would have died if we'd stayed over there," Rose whispered looking closely at the hand held in her own, "If anything ever happened to you or the TARDIS I couldn't-"

"Me neither." He admitted quietly releasing a long breath.

Rose nodded and pulled his hand to her lips, pressing a kiss against it before she stood up shrugging out of his coat.

"You just kissed my hand," He cracked one eye open.

"Yea, and?" She shrugged to hide her discomfort, leaning non-chalantly against his legs.

"You've been kissing Mickey with that mouth," He whined, a disgusted look crossing his face.

"Oi I showered," She whacked him across the arm, "Don't be such a baby, 'snot like you're allergic to it."

"How do you know?" He interjected crossing his arms earning himself an eye roll.

"Quit your sulkin' and shift it." She nudged him, "My cuppa won't make itself."

"Hah," He scoffed dropping his feet to the floor and starting up the gangway, "Time Lords do not, I repeat, do not sulk,"

"You're right," She looked at him in concern before she smirked. "It's definitely a pout."

His response fell on deaf ears as she took off cackling along the corridor.

"Oi!" He shouted after her indignantly jogging to catch up, "I don't pout either!"

"You're still doin' it." She teased as she pulled milk from the fridge, the Doctor nudging her so she spilt it as he hauled himself up onto the counter-top beside her.

"Oi," She laughed, pouring hot water from the kettle.

"I wasn't pouting I was thinking," He clarified with a sniff as she stirred an obscene amount of sugar into his mug and handed it to him.

"Oh, careful." She teased, turning to lean her hip against the bench.

"Cheeky." He smirked blowing across his drink before taking a sip.

"So go on then," She urged, "What's goin' on up in that big old Time Lord brain of yours?"

"Less with the old thanks, and lots of things really," He mused raising at eyebrow at her, "You mostly."

"Me?" She snorted, "What about me?"

"I worry," He admitted seriously, holding in a breath.

"Doctor?" She queried, concern creasing her brow.

"I worry that one day," He paused in realisation, "One day, you'll wake up and I won't- I won't be enough-"

"What?" She watched as he slipped from the bench and after placing his mug on the table, turned to lean against it, his knuckles turning almost white as he balanced himself.

"We agreed you'd stay but what if that's not-" He was starring off into the cabinet on the wall.

"Enough for what?" She spoke louder, stepping in front of him, effectively redirecting his attention.

"For you." He replied simply, "Maybe you should have-"

She knew that look; it was the one that came with him sending her away for her own good. She was glad now that the walls between worlds were sealed or she might've had to slap him.

"If the next words that come outta your mouth involve Mickey, by whoever the hell Rassilon is, I will slap you into your next body," She warned.

He began to open his mouth to protest but it snapped shut.

"I promised you forever," She ran her fingers across his knuckles until he released the table his cool fingers lacing through hers. "He couldn't give me what I want, what I need, cause I already have it." She watched him, his gaze dropping to their hands in his lap.

"There are some things he could've given you that I can't." He whispered.

"Like what?" She shook her head in confusion.

"Oh lots of things," He breathed, "Safety? A normal life, a home-"

"I have a home Doctor," She stopped him, "In the TARDIS here with you."

"It's not just that." He groaned releasing his hold on her and standing to run a hand through his hair.

"What then?" She shrugged, irritation lacing her voice. "You really think that after all of time and space as my backyard I'd want a cottage an' a picket fence?"

"No of course not." He shot back pacing in front of her.

"Yea you do," She called him out angrily, "You think I'm gonna jus up an' leave you one day to run off with some normal bloke and get married and have kids!"

"Don't be ridiculous," He snorted condescendingly as he paced, "I might be alien Rose but I could still give you those things. I just can't-" He stopped abruptly, his mouth opening and closing mutely.

"Can't or won't," She shot back, hurt flashing across her face.

"Don't twist my words," He warned striding across the room to stand before her, the storm building behind his eyes, "I already said yes once."

"Don't go gettin' all oncomin' storm with me," She poked a finger into his chest, "I'm not afraid of you, you're the one that's scared of followin' through."

"Following through-?" He replied incredulously

"What do you want me to do?" His expression drained any fight she had left. If he still had no idea after everything then he probably never would. Maybe they really weren't on the same page like she'd hoped just a few seconds ago.

"Nothin'," She looked down fiddling with her shirt, "Jus, nothin' it doesn't matter." She brushed past him quickly but he caught her arm, spinning her back to face him.

"It's not 'nothing' Rose," He murmured harshly and she flinched at his tone.

"You already said I could stay with you the rest of my life," She whispered unable to keep the sadness from her voice, "What more could I ask for?"

"Anything," He implored, taking her face in his hands resting their foreheads together, "Rose, anything in the universe, all you have to do is ask and it's yours."

"You can't, you don't-" She whimpered bringing her hand to the side of his face, tracing his sideburn lightly as if she were afraid to touch him. "I-I jus wanna stay with you."

"But it's more than that isn't it-" He breathed a frustrated sigh; he wished now more than ever he could hear what she was thinking.

"Doesn't matter-" She faltered.

"Yes it does," He cut her off, "And I'm asking you Rose, right now, what do you want?"

And there it went, for the second time today, her resolve snapping like a dry twig and turning to dust upon the wind, she only hoped the same thing wouldn't apply to their friendship after this.

"Alright then," She breathed bringing her other hand to his face, her fingers slipping past his ears and latching onto his head as she took a step closer to him. "You wanna know what I want?"

"Yes," He whispered impatiently, his eyes boring into hers as she opened them.

She took a deep breath to steady herself, "It's you." And with that she pulled his lips against hers.

When he gasped from behind unresponsive lips she pulled away instantly, stepping out of his grasp and back into the doorway. She stared at him with big round watery eyes. It was over, she'd ruined everything. She blinked once and her tears slipped down her cheeks but she was too numb to feel it.

"I got it wrong again," Her breath hitched, "I'm sorry, so sorry-"

And then she was gone.

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The Doctor had searched every possible place she could have gone, he'd even checked her mum's flat just in case the TARDIS had helped her evade him. But no, she hadn't returned there and so he had continued searching room after room for her, his ship remaining uncharacteristically silent. But that was fine, it meant she was here and safe and so logically it meant that wherever Rose was she wasn't ready to see him just yet. He admired his brilliant ship for the care she took in looking after his companion but after two hours he'd decidedly had quite enough.

"Alright," He spoke with an edge to his voice as he strode down the corridor by the kitchen for the hundredth time, "You need to give her back right now or I'll have no chance of fixing this."

The TARDIS hummed in resignation and flashed him an image of her curled up against his chair in the library. He glared at the ceiling. He already been in there four times thus proving his ship had been hiding her from him.

"I'll delete all those desktop themes off the mainframe if you're not careful." He warned her. She hummed apologetically in his mind.

"Oh I'm not mad at you." He muttered darkly, stroking her walls fondly as he walked, "I know you did it because she asked."

He stopped and slowed as he approached the doorway to the library, the sight of Rose sniffling softly as she lay curled up in his chair breaking his hearts, knowing that he was the cause almost killing him. Maybe he should let her slap him into his next regeneration.

What was wrong with him anyway? It's not like he didn't return the sentiment, he'd even told her as much. How could she not know? She was the one that wanted to stay forever and he'd more than wished that she could, of course he'd said yes. After all, on his world it was a common occurrence for a woman to ask a man for the right of bonding. They live together, do everything together, hold hands, hug, they practically were married according to seven star system and twelve individual planets. Well, except for hers. And his if he really thought about it. He stilled as realisation hit.

"Oh you stupid old man," He murmured leaning heavily against the door, rolling his eyes at himself. Rassilon he was thick. Rose was human, not by any fault of hers of course, but he should have realised that she'd wanted, needed. Something more than just his word that he wanted her with him for as long as she could stay, that he wouldn't abandon her, something to prove she was different to all the others. And she was indeed. He'd never become as close to a companion as he had to her. There was just something about her that drew him in, kept calling him back to her. Even now he'd almost crossed the entire distance to her without even realising.

"Rose?" He murmured gently, crouching down in front of her.

She pushed the blonde locks concealing her face behind her ears, turning her head only slightly. She didn't have to look at him for him to notice the bloodshot state of her eyes.

"I'm sorry," He whispered resting a hand on hers as it fisted in her shirt.

"Are you gonna make me leave?" She whimpered.

"What?" His eyebrows shot into his hairline, "Of course not."

"I just thought-" She sniffed.

"Why would you think I'd want you to leave?" He murmured, sadness creasing his brow.

"Cause I ruined everythin-" She hid her face in her palm, turning back into the yielding cushions of the old leather chair.

"You haven't- you didn't-" He began then frowned at the ceiling, "Oh I'm rubbish at this."

She appeared worn and the pain behind her eyes disturbed him more than their current colour did, clearly he just wasn't cut out for this, he needed to do something to make her smile again, the brilliant and happy little pink and yellow girl he would gladly give anything for. With his mind set, he stood abruptly and reached out his hand to her.

"Come with me?" He asked softly.

"Where we goin?" She sniffed hesitating to reaching out. He hated that he'd caused her to second guess him to the point of not wanting to touch him.

"I want to show you something." His eyes pleaded for her trust. "Please?"

"Kay." She let him pull her from the chair and followed as he led her across the library and out into the hall. They walked in silence save for the sobering sound of Rose's hiccups as her breathing tried to return to normal, each one making him wince. They stopped in front of two large engraved metal doors with a swirling emblem etched across their surface. He placed his hand gingerly on the door and with a long intake of breath and a whispered alien word he applied the slightest pressure to them and they opened slowly and silently.

Rose gasped at the size and majesty of the room that lay before them. It was like a cathedral almost twice the size of the console room with massive glowing glass windows, arches and arcatraves adorned the domed ceiling, the ages old stonework glittering with golden flecks.

"Where are we?" Rose mumbled.

"You've been here before." He replied softly, his eyes closed and head tilted as if listening to something in the distance. "This is the Cloister Room."

"I've never-" She murmured watching him closely, a small smile spreading across his face.

"Oh but you have," He breathed, "Listen, can you hear it?"

She closed her eyes, focusing on the sounds around her, listening for whatever it was that he could hear. And then she felt it begin, softly at first and then as a resounding melody that echoed through her heart and mind.

"Oh," She staggered slightly held to reality by his hand in hers as the song swelled around and through her, "Is that the TARDIS?"

"Yup," He giggled, "Isn't she beautiful? This is her heart."

She opened her eyes and swayed again, her vision doubling before his hand gripped her tighter and clarity returned.

"I can't focus," Rose groaned as the room swam, it wasn't unpleasant but she thought she'd probably enjoy whatever it was a little better if she didn't feel like she would float away if he let her go.

"It's called Huon Resonance." She heard him say from beside her, "Both you and the TARDIS are reacting with each other, it won't hurt you. It's sort of like she's the melody and you're following along with a harmony of your own. My brilliant girls singing to the universe." He giggled again.

"How?" She breathed gripping onto the lapels of his suit jacket focusing on his face.

"A remnant from the time you swallowed the vortex," He explained, "Well maybe more like an echo, a memory? But still- brilliant isn't it."

"Yea," She smiled, delighting in the joy that exuded from him, could feel coming off him in waves.

"That tickles," She laughed.

"What does?" He raised an eyebrow in question.

"You I think," She replied, "You're happy, and I can feel it, or she can?"

"Oh? Oh of course you can," He nodded happily, "I share a telepathic link with the TARDIS, the resonance is passing it through you, which means if I drop a few shields here and there, I should be able to-"

"Heh," He was positively giddy, "I can feel you too."

She beamed at him and his responding emotion made laughter bubble up through her.

"Stop it," She laughed nudging him with her shoulder, he just laughed along with her as he pulled her against him, dancing and spinning them around the floor for what seemed like ages. She looked up at his face as he stopped to appraise the ceiling in wonder, all happy and bright and so very him and she was sure in that moment she fell for him even more.

His eyes flashed to hers and she wondered if he'd felt her think it.

"I want to give you something," He murmured, the hand not in hers coming out of his pocket to still in the air between them. She frowned in confusion.

"I need your permission first." He clarified moving his fingers towards her temple.

"Okay," She nodded, smiling brightly at him as his fingers gently pressed against her skin.

"No one will know it's there once it's done," He explained to her, "And no one will be able to exploit it."

"Wha?" Her brow creased in confusion.

"Time Lords are telepathic Rose," He continued softly glancing away from her, "I want to give you a little part of me, for you to keep, up here." He tapped his fingers against her temple softly.

"Doctor?" She gave him a curious look.

"It won't hurt I promise," He whispered stepping closer to her, "But it makes us- well, you and me, it, it makes us- us. Sort of a bit more you know – permanent?"

"Permanent?" She repeated.

"Permanent." He agreed with a nod.

"Okay," She shot him a look of confusion as he pulled his tie over his head and wrapped it around their entwined hand, securing it under his thumb.

"Now," He closed his eyes and she follow suite. "Repeat after me, I consent and gladly give."

"I consent and gladly give." She replied softly, her heart whispering all of myself, I am yours, always.

He reached out to her mind and entwined the tiniest sliver of himself with her, dancing and singing along with the TARDIS song in her mind. She sagged against him and he pulled her up into his arms as he opened his eyes and gazed down into her blissfully sleeping face. He may have also nudged her into a proper sleep cycle while he was in her mind.

"You know what old girl?" He asked the ship as he carried Rose from the Cloister Room and along the corridor to hers. "I think we should keep this one."

He laughed as her affirmative hum bubbled through him along with an image of his room and a question.

"Oh, might um, hmmmm. Might let her decide that for herself eh'," He blushed placing her gently down on her bed and tucking the blankets around her. "We'll deal with that after, first let see if she works out exactly what I've given her."

"Sweet dreams Rose," He grinned as he pulled her door closed, whistling along the corridor as he returned to the console room and settled himself under the grating.

"Right," He spoke to the TARDIS, "How's about that three hundred year service eh?"

She shook happily as he pulled himself further under the console and set to work, the gentle sounds of humming and the sonic echoing through the room.


Author's Note:

Aww much love to my reviewers. Now this chapter in particular helps me justify why they were both so happy in The idiots Lantern, despite the previous adventure and the reason for the Doctor's stuttering when they find Rose without a face.

Detective Inspector Bishop - "Do you know her?"

Doctor - "Know her? She-"

You all know the rest. Obviously as you may have realised, he's bound them together, not completely of course, I'm still under the impression that he'd have to tell her his name first and other things, quite right too, but that's a completely different story that shant be posted under this rating. But you all realised that so on we go. This chapter also explains the eventual means of calling to Rose in Doomsday, and the use of the psychic paper when they're captured by Torchwood. For the most part it explains itself. Anything you think I've missed or you'd like to see become apart of this little romp, or a little something extra just let me know.
-T85