another chappy very quickly up lol

but like i said, it has taken me a while to upload the last and i have had this one finished since about a day after the previous lol

anyway, please review this chapter too! it's quite a lot longer than the last, you be the judge of what that means.

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"Rose! Open the door!" the Doctor begged, pounding on the door with his fists again, "Please Rose! Let me in!"

Silence.

"Rose… you can't stay in there forever!"

Still silence.

"Please Rose! It's been days!"

Nothing.

"Rose!!" he banged harshly on the door, as though punishing it for existing… especially with a lock.

Still, Rose said nothing.

She had been in that room for days, not coming out once, no matter how the family persisted. Her mum, Pete, the Doctor, even Tony had tried to get Rose to open the door, or at least tell them what was wrong, but each got the same reward for their efforts… silence.

They knew she was in there, it wasn't like she had run away or anything, she just wasn't talking.

They were getting slightly worried now, sure, Rose had an en-suit, but she didn't have a kitchen or anything, so she must be hungry.

"Rose, come out for dinner, sweetie," her mum now, trying to be nice. When that was met by silence, as always, Jackie changed her tactic, "Rose Marion Tyler, if you do not open up this instant, you will be in so much trouble!"

Had Rose been talking, she might have said something along the lines of, "Back off mum! I'm not a kid anymore!" but Rose was not talking. And Jackie got no reply.

"You staying here?" she asked the Doctor, he nodded, "well… let's hope you can talk some sense into her…" she turned back to the closed and locked door and cursed herself – not for the first time – for allowing Rose to get a lock on her door, "Rose! Last chance, you open up now or go hungry!"

Still silence.

Jackie gave an exasperated sigh, and headed off downstairs to feed the rest of her family, leaving the Doctor on his own with a closed door.

"Look Rose, I know you're upset, but you can talk to me about it… come on Rose, let me in…"

Nothing.

The Doctor slid down the wall, resting his head on the frame of the door.

"Rose, your mother's gone…" he tried, to no avail, "Please talk to me Rose…"

Silence.

The Doctor considered just giving up and going downstairs for food, he wasn't likely to get a reply any time soon, and his feeble human body needed much more energy than his powerful Time Lord one had, but something kept him. Besides, he didn't want to leave her.

The Doctor's stomach rumbled, angrily, "Rose, I'm hungry… please don't make me go down to face the dragon by myself!" alright, to be honest, Jackie had been being much nicer and open to the Doctor lately, but she still scared him a little, and he disliked being with her for to long without the protection of her daughter.

Absolute silence. Still.

"Come on Rose…"

Silence.

"Rose! Open up right now! This is getting silly!" Pete came up the stairs and began pounding on the door.

Silence.

"Ah. Element of surprise doesn't work then," Pete said with a sad smile, turning to the Doctor. The two men had always got on rather well, and since Rose had brought the Doctor home, they had become quite close, "You alright?"

"Yeah," the Doctor replied, "No chance of a man getting some food is there?"

"Sorry, mate, Jackie will kill me if I bring you food up here. You know what she's like…" Pete replied, staring wistfully down to where he knew his wife was eating, alone with their son.

The Doctor nodded, "Never mind then, eh! I'll just starve waiting for a certain little blond girl to open her bedroom door…" both turned to the door hopefully.

Nothing.

"Oh well, worth a try!" the Doctor grinned.

Pete smiled and slapped the Doctor on the shoulder, "I admire you mate. No-one else would have lasted half this long – I know I wouldn't!"

The Doctor nodded, "I need to know what's wrong." He offered, simply.

Pete grinned and walked off in the direction of the bathroom. On his way back, he paused and handed the Doctor a packed sandwich, "Don't tell Jackie!" he whispered, and then he was gone, back in the dinning room with his wife and son.

The Doctor looked at the packet thoughtfully, and then ripped it off and munched on a slice, hungrily.

"Look at me, Rose, what have you reduced me to?" he asked no-one in particular, not expecting any more than the accustomed silence as he poked his stomach thoughtfully, gazing at the sandwich and the rather large bite he had taken out of it.

Silence.

"Oh, come on Rose!"

Nothing.

"Please?!"

Zilch.

"Rose…?"

Nada.

"Open the door…"

Zip.

"Please?!"

Nil.

"Oh Rose!"

Naught.

"Look Rose… if this is about the Doctor… then I'm sorry, alright? I'm sorry I'm not him… I'm sorry he left you here… I'm sorry you've only got me… What can I say?! I'm sorry I even exist!"

Footsteps.

"Rose?"

The sound of a lock being undone.

"Rose?"

Retreating footsteps.

"Can I come in?" he asked softly, pulling himself to his feet, "Rose?" cautiously, he pushed open the door, closing it gently behind him.

Rose was sat on her bed, her head in her hands and her feet tucked in underneath her.

"Are you okay?" he asked, he didn't really expect a response, so he was almost surprised when she shook her head in her hands, "Oh Rose!" the Doctor rushed to the bed and pulled her close to him. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he sat and let Rose cry against him. Gently, he rubbed her back, his hand moving in little circles by the small of her back.

As she cried, the Doctor allowed himself a chance to look around at the space Rose had been living in for the past few days. It was dark. That was the first thing he noticed. And the large window above Rose's bed had been covered roughly with a blanket, which had obviously been taken down and put up numerous times. The floor around her desk was scattered with things that had previously been on her desk, leaving the desk itself clear from everything except random pieces of paper, a handful of pens, and numerous pencils. The walls were covered in drawings. Drawings of far-away places and strange beings from different worlds. Every drawing was slightly different, but there was one thing featured on almost every paper – a small, blue box in at least one corner of everything.

The Doctor felt his heart lurch as he realised just how much Rose missed the other him, and their adventures together.

As Rose sobbed against the Doctor, he almost felt like joining her. Of course she wouldn't be over him yet, all those things she had done. True, they had been getting so close recently, and the Doctor had almost thought she had moved on and accepted him, but then she goes and does a thing like this!

How can I trust her if she won't let me in? he wondered. But knew instantly it was a stupid thing to think. He trusted Rose Tyler, and nothing she could do would ever change that. Even something like this. After all, she had let him in. After you worked it out for yourself a little voice in the back of his mind told him, but the Doctor ignored it. He was good at ignoring the little voice by now.

"I'm sorry…" Rose whispered, her sobs dying down a little.

"No, Rose. I'm sorry." He replied, forcefully, "You haven't done anything wrong."

"I thought… all this… I thought I could move on… just…. Forget him… but all we've been doing lately, reminded me… how much I really need him…" Rose continued, ignoring the Doctor's previous statement, "I miss him…"

The Doctor didn't need to ask who he was, it was obvious. And she would always miss her Doctor, it would be impossible not to, especially after how close the two of them had got. The Doctor had the same memories as the old man, and he could see that the original Doctor had felt it too. They had been close. Too close. The Doctor had loved Rose Tyler, despite how little he had wanted or expected to, he had. He had known it, even at the time, that he had always loved her, but he could never say it. Because, by saying it, it was like admitting to himself that he had become to close, something he never wanted to admit about Rose, he wanted to be close to her, he wanted to love her, but he could never tell anyone, could never do anything about it.

It was sad, all that love, and she could never know. She could never even begin to imagine the love the first Doctor held for her, the same love as the man now sat on her bed with his arms around her shared.

"He misses you…" the Doctor stopped, realising what he had just said. Why did he say that? Did he want Rose never to move on, to be forever stuck in the past, in her memories of the man he was too.

Rose looked up at the Doctor, as if trying to figure out if he was joking or not. In the end she just shook her head, sadly, "He doesn't miss me… it was his choice to leave me here."

"But what choice?" the Doctor surprised himself again by answering, "He couldn't keep you… not this time… and he hated it, but he had to leave you here. Do you honestly think he would've done this if there had been another way? He… he loved you, Rose."

Both were shocked by what the Doctor had just said, and neither was sure whether they quite believed it. Or course, the Doctor knew it was all true, every single word.

"He couldn't keep you… he couldn't get too close… something he'd already done…"

Rose didn't know whether to laugh or cry, to thank the Doctor for telling her that, or shake him, furious. She didn't know what to say, what to think, what to do. If he loved me, why did he leave me?

"Why didn't he ever say anything?" she finally decided on, still unsure if she wanted to know the answer.

"By admitting that to you, he would've fist had to admit that to himself. He wanted to, every day he thought about it, but he could never find the right moment. That last time… on the beach… with me… he was going to say it, but he knew that if he did, you would've never let him leave. You couldn't have got on with your life…"

"He was stupid…" Rose interrupted with a fond smile,

"Yeah…" the Doctor agreed, "He was stupid… but he still loved you."

Rose looked at her feet for a moment and when she looked up again, she had another question on her lips, but the Doctor interrupted her gently, "Rose. Every thought, every wish, every hope, every dream the Doctor held for you, every emotion, every devoted cell in his body, it was all copied and transferred to mine when I was grown. Meaning… I love you, Rose Tyler, but unlike my original, I can say it, and I will never stop. With all of my feeble, one heart I love you. Please remember that."

Rose didn't know what to say, this was all so new to her. He still wasn't her Doctor, but maybe it could work anyway, maybe she could love him because of what he had that the Doctor.1 didn't. He loved her, and maybe that's all she ever needed.

The original Doctor loved you to, and his love was real, not some kind of… copy, a tiny voice at the back of her mind said, but through time, Rose had learnt to ignore that little voice. She knew better than it, and if this new Doctor said he loved her, then god-forbid, she would love him back!

"I love you too…" she whispered, leaning back against him. It wasn't a complete lie, she didn't love him yet, but she knew she would, she just needed time to get to know this Doctor-who-wasn't, and time was all they had.