He tried to walk in silently, but as ever the door creaked loudly when he pushed against it.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he set a mental note that he really should oil that door, or at least set it to silent. It really was most inconvenient sometimes.

He walked in and his breath caught when he saw her blonde hair and the figure of the woman he still loved back home on the TARDIS. She was even wearing the same style of clothes she had worn when he had known her. It seemed so right.

But he knew it was so wrong.

As soon as she turned round the spell would break. She would see that he had changed. He knew he was a completely different man to the one she had known. He wasn't as the same anymore, he had tried, with the help of his latest friends, to get back to normal, and as a result, in his most recent regeneration, his childish side had come out to play. But he could be serious for her; he could change if that's what it took.

Roses mind went blank. All she could think of was that she needed to turn round, to see him, to see what was to happen next.

She had managed to make herself scared of him in the time they had spent apart. Not properly scared of him, not enough to not love him, but she had heard enough stories from people who came to Torchwood and didn't like him, for it to not be at the back of her mind.

Slowly, hesitantly, she turned round.

Somehow, even through the seriousness of the moment, she found herself finding to not laugh when she saw him. A half gasp, half laugh sound escaped from her open mouth.

Neither of them wanted to be the first to talk. But neither wanted to stay in this awkward silence either. So both just stood looking into each others eyes from across the room; Rose too worried to speak, the Doctor too scared. When it all got too much, Rose was the first to speak.

"Wow," she said in an almost sigh, "So, you've changed," she said chuckling awkwardly.

"You haven't," the Doctor smiled somewhat sadly.

At the sound of his voice, something clicked inside Rose; something telling her that he was the same after all. Sure he had changed, but he was the same really.

Nothing mattered to her anymore as she ran up to him and gave him probably the best hug of her life, happy to see that they still fitted together. Three different bodies and they still hadn't found one that wouldn't work.

As she was stood there, she felt the Doctor heave a sigh from beneath her, and a few tears roll of his face on to her hair. She looked up at him with the biggest smile she thought she had ever worn; how could she not when she was with him?

She felt a jolt of shock go through her. She couldn't remember any other time when she had seen him cry before. "You show your emotions now then?" she laughed.

"Yeah," he said, not quite daring to be as happy as he felt, but failing miserably when he saw the look on her face, "does no good to keep them to yourself."

And with those words, arms still wrapped round her, he willed himself to forget everything but her, and crushed his lips to hers.

AN – I really hope this was okay for everyone, for some reason it was hard to write, but I am happy with the end. ;) I'll try and be a bit more regular, but I'm a busy person. xD