I really don't know where I have been the past month.

so I have the ending of the story all set up, I just have to write it. But I was a beta reader. because I'm worried this idea might might not be good and stuff. But if I could have at least one reader (don't all get up at once guys) private message me and we can talk about the ending. Please? I think it's going to be good. ps- Rose DOES find out *wink*


Rose watched the stranger turn back to the window, letting out a sigh. She still couldn't believe she had let John convince her to let this man stay in her house. So far he seemed normal, but when you travel with the Doctor, you learn to watch carefully. Rose was afraid she gave Peter a heart attack when she finally spoke. "I hope you settled in ok." The man jumped and turned to face the blond. "It's nice." Rose gave a smile, "it's probably not your style huh?" Peter shook his head. "John isn't a fan of this room either." Peter smiled, though she felt it was just out of niceness. Rose smiled back at the man, "Well mate, I bet you're tired. So night." Rose walked back towards the entrance, before remembering she didn't tell him about breakfast, she turned back around quickly. "Breakfast is at nine… Are you ok?" Peter had tears in his eyes, his hands balled into fist. He looked up, "of course, you?" Rose looked him over. He hadn't changed into pajamas yet and still wore his suit in which they met. Something about this guy was unsettling to Rose, yet she found herself becoming fond of him. "You don't want people to see you upset do you? You hide it all inside." Peter didn't reply, and Rose knew she was right. "I had a friend like you once." Only did then his eyes light up. "Really?" Rose felt herself becoming sad, "yeah, he tried to act like nothing bothered him until it was too late." Peter nodded, running his hands through his hair, he asked "What happened to your friend?" What did happen to the real doctor? Did he still think about her? Rose looked out of the doorway, "It's a long story…. I don't know really." His eyes lost the sparkle, "I'm sorry." Something in those words made Rose want to cry. "It's fine. Not your fault. Right, now don't forget breakfast is at nine and I leave around ten." Peter nodded and mumbled something that sounded like 'goodnight'

Rose left the man and wondered down to her own bedroom, John already sitting in bed. He put down his book as Rose changed into sweats and climbed into bed. "How was your day?" Rose shrugged, still sad. She laid her head on her husband's shoulder. "You mean after you let the stranger stay in our house? Normal." John stroked her hair, "but he is nice. Not an axe lunatic or anything." Rose smiled, "he does seem nice, but he seems so alone." John stopped stroking her, "maybe he lost someone, and he is by himself." Rose had to agree, that did seem like a possible reason. John kissed Rose, something she never got tired of, before turning of the light on the side table. "Night Rose." Rose replied, but she said up, thinking about the visitor and the doctor, wherever he was.


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