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Rose made her way down the grand staircase and into the foyer, the Doctor followed a few paces behind her with a thoughtful expression on his face. She felt a little guilty for snapping at him but it was better than revisiting the memories behind the scars. She dropped her bags clumsily by the main entrance and retrieved her car keys from a hook on the wall to the left of the door. A slow smile slipped across the Doctor's face when he noticed her small keychain. It was a small delicate cluster of silver stars and planets dangling on very thin chains of different lengths. It tinkled softly with her movements as she opened the large door and picked up one of her bags.

"I'll pull the car 'round to the front. Just... wait here, yeah?" she said in a soft voice. She glanced back at him looking a bit unsure so he gave her a reassuring smile. He was rewarded with a small smile and nod from her before she turned and left through the open door. The Doctor sat his box of belongings down onto the polished marble floor and shrugged out of Mickey's black hoodie. After removing his sonic screwdriver and folding it neatly, he placed it beside the box and pulled his blue suit jacket off of the hanger. He removed the lid from the box and stared at the contents. This was it. . . all of his worldly belongings. His mind drifted back to the vast array of items stored throughout his TARDIS, things he had collected over his very long life, and while he never considered himself to be materialistic he was certainly missing all his things now. However, he missed his TARDIS most. Her absence left him feeling as though he was no longer a whole being. He groaned and shook his head, willing away the crushing emptiness as he began stuffing his meager belongings back into the jacket's trans-dimensional pockets.

The sound of a car engine and the opening and shutting of the vehicle's door told him that Rose had returned. He steeled himself to appear as 'okay' as possible. She entered to find him elbow deep into one of the jacket pockets, brows furrowed, mouth open, and tongue pressing to the back of his top teeth. It was an odd sight, but what really startled her was the way he looked in a jumper, his arms bare and his lightly defined chest and shoulders apparent beneath the thin fabric. She swallowed thickly and looked away as he donned the suit jacket over the printed shirt. She'd seen him in less before, when she had changed him into pajamas after his regeneration, but she'd been to worried and anxious to pay much attention. He was currently wearing a lot of blue in different shades, except for his red trainers, but he somehow made it look alright. He made everything look alright. She picked up her other bag and he followed her outside to her car, carrying only his suit pants and Mickey's hoodie.

'Suppose it belongs to the Doctor now. . .' Rose thought to herself. He let out a long whistle when he saw the automobile parked in the drive, clearly pleased with her choice of transportation. It was a sleek black Mercedes CLA250, it's elegant lines and dark tented windows gave it a fluid and almost sensual allure.

"Your car?" he asked, eyebrows raised and hand running through his disheveled hair. She smiled fondly at the car and nodded.

"Yeah. . . And can you believe I actually paid for it all by myself." She responded with her brilliant tongue touched grin. His breath caught in this throat at the sight of her smile. He grinned back at her and laughed lightly.

"You never cease to amaze me, Rose. . . Just look at that!" he exclaimed, holding his arms out toward the car. "I'm so glad it's not one of those little compact poor excuses for a car. My long. . . very manly legs wouldn't fit in one of those. " he added, walking over and placing his suit pants on top of her first bag in the spacious trunk. Rose imagined him folded up inside a tiny car and tried to hide her amused smirk. Someone cleared their throat softly from behind them. They turned to find Pamela standing there with a large blue suitcase and several suits in dry cleaner bags.

"Sir, I've packed your purchases for you." she told the Doctor, with a small bow of her head. Loose strands of her dark hair fell around her small heart-shaped face, framing it beautifully.

"Thanks Pamela." Rose responded with a kind smile. She really liked the maid and had spent a lot of time helping her do household chores in an effort to stay busy on the days she'd been practically forced to take off from work. Pamela smiled back with a cute wink then left to help Jackie prepare dinner. The rich aromas were already drifting through the air, making everyone but Rose look forward to the food. Jackie's cooking had gotten exponentially better during her time in this universe. Rose figured she was trying to impress her new husband, or prove that she didn't need a hired cook. The Doctor lifted the large suitcase and suits and placed them carefully into the trunk. He turned and grasped Rose's last bag but she stopped him abruptly.

"No!" she said, taking the bag from his hands and backing away. Her voice betrayed her, giving away the burst of anxiousness she felt and her body language was tense. "I-I. . need this one inside. . with me." she added, opening the back door and placing the bag onto the leather seat. The Doctor closed the trunk and watched her closely, trying to work out some answer to all of the questions swirling through his mind. Rose met his gaze warily, her eyes pleading with him to let it go. She was no longer the Rose Tyler he knew. . . he'd have to realize that or she'd have to teach him, either way things would never really be the same for them. They had to move forward from here and that thought justified, in her mind at least, why there was no point in examining her recent past.

She let out a slow breath that she didn't realize she'd been holding when Pete called from the front door, asking to speak with them. They headed back inside and followed Pete toward his office located in the back portion of the mansion. It's placement was sort of. . out of the way, effectively separating work from home life. Once inside the office, a spacious room with large windows, lots of rich textures, mahogany, and cluttered with important business paraphernalia, they sat down in the worn leather armchairs and Pete got straight to the point.

"Doctor, I'm sure you realize you will need legal documentation if you plan to live and work comfortably. I'll need to get some information from you to have them made up." he said as he pushed a pair of reading glasses onto his face and picked up a pen. Rose settled into her chair across from Pete, seeming uneasy and glanced at the Doctor. He nodded at Pete and tugged at his ear. Rose caught the movement and knew it was a nervous tick of his. She was beginning to worry that the reality of all of this, being stuck in one time and on one planet. . . being normal, would come crashing down on him soon.

Making an identity for himself was one thing, he'd done it often enough, but putting it down for permanent documentation to secure his place in this world was another. It made him uneasy and left him wishing he could run away from the finality of it. His gaze shifted to Rose, she was sitting stiffly in the chair next to him and staring down at her trainers. What exactly had happened to his happy and carefree, pink and yellow human?

He pushed his uneasiness down and focused his musings on her. Though she may not know it right now, she needed him just as much as he needed her. It would take time and it wouldn't be easy but they would be okay. They were the Doctor and Rose Tyler. . . The Stuff of Legends. She'd saved him countless times, from physical danger and from himself and she'd overcome the impossible to get back to him. Even if this isn't exactly the 'him' she'd been searching for, she was trying and that was more than he could've hoped for. He'd spend the rest of his human life trying to be everything she needed. . . .everything she deserved.

"What name do you want to go by? Make sure it's a believable name." Pete pulled a notepad out of his desk drawer and got ready to write down the Doctor's responses.

"John Smith. . . I've used it before, should be alright." the Doctor answered with a shrug. Rose shook her head and leaned forward in her chair.

"No, that's obviously an alias. . . It needs more to be believable." she stated, furrowing her thin brows as she thought. "What about Jonathan?" she asked, looking over at the Doctor.

"Jonathan. . . David. . um . ." the Doctor's brow furrowed as he pondered. He wanted a name that had meaning to him. He smiled sadly as he decided. "Jonathan David Noble." Pete nodded and scribbled it down in his small messy handwriting and Rose reached over and gave his hand an affectionate squeeze. She knew why he'd pick Noble, but not why he had the faraway sad look when he spoke the name. Donna had been right as rain last time Rose saw her.

"Age. . . maybe. . . 40?" Pete asked, looking up at the Doctor over his specs. Rose and the Doctor both snorted in laughter, causing him to arch his eyebrow questioningly at them.

"I'm over 900 years old, Pete . . . but sure. . . we'll say 40." the Doctor answered with a grin.

"Right. . . Well then. . Place of birth?" Pete continued, wanting to hurry so they could get to dinner. The smells of the food that he knew was currently being set out on the large table had his mouth watering.

"I really liked when you had that Scottish accent. . . maybe from there?" Rose suggested, giving him a small teasing smile. The Doctor hummed in approval, his eyes drifting over her face.

"Aye. Edinburgh . . . Good schools and rich culture." the Doctor responded, slipping easily into his rich Scottish accent. A slow smile spread across Rose's face as he waggled his eyebrows at her. She giggled and Pete cleared his throat.

"One more question. . . I know from Rose's stories that your a man of many talents and vast knowledge. . . I could arrange for you to take the tests to receive your doctorates in whatever fields you want." Pete finished, leaning back in his large leather chair. "Not everyone will just take your word for it." he added, rubbing his eye beneath his glasses.

"Sounds good. . . I'll go with physics and medicine." the Doctor answered, looking out the window thoughtfully. He was beginning to think that getting a job as a teacher or professor would be satisfactory, and at the very least he could work as an actual doctor, hell maybe both.

"Right. Now let's get to the table. I'm starved and I'm sure Jacks doesn't want to wait around all day." Pete said, standing from the desk and walking over to the door. "Also, after dinner I'll make the calls and have your flat ready by the time you arrive in Cardiff this afternoon."

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