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Amy Pond had noticed the mild rivalry that had kicked up between the two Doctors, and, being one who very much enjoyed meddling, decided to find out where Rose stood in all of this. Everybody had retired inside after the tennis tournament (where the metacrisis Doctor had reigned champion) and now they stood in the kitchen once more, awkwardness settling over the room.

It was the Doctor who spoke first, which surprised Amy, but what he said did not.

"Doctor, I noticed, during the tour, that you're investigating the cracks..."

"Oh! Yes, the split in the skin of the universe. Fascinating stuff, I should really be getting back to it-"
"Actually," and the Doctor smiled, "I happen to know a couple of things about that crack. Fancy having a chat about it?"
"Love to!" Replied the other Doctor, grinning. "Come on, we'll go to the study."

Surprised at the convenience of the moment, Amy approached Rory and whispered into his ear.

"Find something to do, I need to speak to Rose."
"Stop meddling." Hissed Rory. "You'll only make things worse."
"Not at all, I'll make things better, if anything." She smirked, squeezing his hand. "Now go, give us some space!"

Rory, annoyed that he had been dismissed, slumped his shoulders and left the room, leaving only Amy and Rose in the vast kitchen area. Rose looked left and right, bemused, and Amy made herself comfortable by sitting on a chair at the dining table, and staring the blonde woman out.

"I think we should talk."

"Talk?" Replied Rose, unsure. "About what?"
"Just sit down, Rose."

Rose slid into a seat reluctantly, and watched Amy from her end of the table.

"Alright, I'm gonna assume this is about the Doctor."

"The Doctors." Amy corrected. "And yes, it is, you lucky lucky girl."
"I'm sorry?"

"Let's stop playing about. You know, I know, they know."

Rose avoided eye contact, instead looking down at her hands and fiddling with her fingers.

"They both want you, but what do you want?"

Rose looked up then, catching eyes with Amy, who merely raised her eyebrows.

"I..." She shook her head. "I dunno. I never saw this comin' , really...So I haven't thought about it."

"Not surprising." Replied Amy with mild amusement.

"The Doctor though, the new Doctor...My Doctor. Did he come back for me? Is that why he's here?" Eyes wide, and full of what looked to Amy like hope, Rose waited for a reply.

"If he had come back for you...Would you go with him?"

Rose laughed, but her cheeks went slightly pink.

"I love the other Doctor."

Amy stood up, feeling as though she had what she needed.

"I don't blame you for wanting to stay, though it makes me wonder. If he's a copy of the Doctor, surely you love both of them equally, and maybe the original, a little bit more?"

And she left the kitchen, leaving Rose at the table with her mouth agape.

DWDWDWDWDW

The Doctor and the metacrisis were in the study, pouring over notes and images of the crack.

"You see this," mused the Doctor, pointing at some notes, "it's correct, the crack does have properties to erase things from existence...Believe me, I know..."
"Oh yeah?" The metacrisis eyed him. "What happened?"
"Long story." Replied the Doctor with a smile. "It was a...Long day. River came back though."
"River Song?"
"That's right."
"Do you know who she is yet?"

The Doctor laughed.

"Haven't the slightest clue."

"Typical." Replied the metacrisis, smirking.

"Anyway, the reason I wanted to talk about the crack, is because it's not actually a tear in your universe, per say." Explained the Doctor, using hand gestures to emphasise his point. "It's a split in mine, it's just opened a gateway to this world- It shouldn't be any trouble, it's not eating up the space around you-"
"Actually," cut in the metacrisis Doctor, "if you look at these readings I got...They're getting weaker, each day, each hour..."
"What?" Frowning deeply, the Doctor grabbed the slip of paper the metacrisis was reading from, and read it quickly. "It's closing. The crack is closing..." He looked up, highly anxious. "It's starting...Right now, in my future, I'm closing the cracks."

"How long does it have left?" Frowned the metacrisis.

"Time goes slower here...We have time, a couple of days at best." He stood up. "Best rally the troops, we can't risk being trapped on this side..."

The Doctor hurried from the study, pulling the door to behind him. Turning the corner, he made for the stairs, but collided hard with someone as he did so. Stumbling back, he saw it was a very sheepish looking Rose.

"Oh! Hello!" She beamed, regaining her composure. "I was just-"
"It's alright. It was my fault."

"It's okay. Honestly." Chuckled Rose.

Silence followed, and the two stared at one another, the air around them electric, somehow. The crack and its properties had slipped out of the Doctor's mind entirely, now that he was faced with Rose, who meant more than the universe, to him.

"Did you two have fun? Doing...Whatever it was. Something sciency, no doubt?"
The Doctor waved his hand dismissively.

"Wibbly wobbly timey wimey. What've you been doing?"
"Talking to Amy." Replied Rose with a nod. "She's...Feisty."

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "More than you know..." He paused, suddenly terrified. "What did she say to you?"

"Stuff. A few things. About you." She cleared her throat. "It made me think. I've liked having you here. I've missed you, the proper you-"
"He is me."

"And he told me he loved me." Rose deadpanned. "A few times, actually, since Bad Wolf Bay part two. He loves me, and I love him. Shouldn't that mean..."
"Mean what?" The Doctor wasn't properly following, where was she going with this...?

She smiled then and shook her head, as if she had been expecting his response. Then she looked up at him, and raised one hand to his face so that she could brush his unruly fringe out of his eye. The Doctor didn't move, he didn't breathe, he simply enjoyed her touch, her presence.

And then she kissed him.

The Doctor stayed completely still, eyes wide open. The realisation that Rose was kissing him didn't kick in for another moment, and when it did, his mouth opened almost instinctively and he began to kiss her back, slowly but surely, exploring the feeling of kissing her properly, feeling her against him. He fell back against the hallway wall as she put more force into it, her hands going to his chest so that his hearts beat against her palms.

They were kissing passionately, and it didn't feel wrong or tense or awkward, it felt completely right, just as the Doctor had imagined it all that time ago, and he didn't think about the metacrisis or the crack or everything else that was wrong with this kiss, he only focused on the kiss itself, and his hands that had somehow ended up on her waist, and how good they felt there.

Then it ended, and it felt like a cruel slap in the face as Rose's warmth pulled away from him. She stepped back, breathless, her gaze remaining on the floor, shame flickering across her face. Neither said anything, and it stayed that way, as Rose turned her back and descended the stairs. The Doctor was left, feeling slightly dazed, still leaning against the wall, as if for support now.

It wasn't until she had gone that the guilt hit him.

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