Author Note: Radio Times, is a real news program and the magazine, Gossip Celebrity, is fake. This chapter was beta read.

Instantly after stepping out of the hotel, lights flashed and people yelled out to them. Rose and the Doctor were getting the real celebrity treatment.

It was early in the morning, a cloudy day with pale sunlight shining above them. The Doctor and Rose were headed off to their fake jobs; a car was waiting for them in the front entrance. Unfortunately, they had to maneuver themselves around the crowd of fans and paparazzi. A path was made for them as security guards blocked the frenzy of people out of their way.

"Oh my god, it's David Tennant!"

"Billie! Look over here!"

"David! David!"

"Awww, Rose and the Doctor, totally ship!"

"David! Billie! Smile for Radio Times."

"David, you changed your hairstyle! Sporting your old hairstyle, are you?"

Fan girls squealed in excitement at the pair's appearance. Children raised their toy sonic screwdrivers around in attempt to impress their television heroes. Dozens of cameras shuttered and clicked.

"Follow my lead," The Doctor murmured to Rose.

The Doctor straightened his position and walked towards the car. He smiled and waved at the cameras. He even gave a few autographs to some fans.

Rose gaped at the Doctor. He seemed so relaxed and used to the situation. She tried copying him, smiling and waving. She managed it, only tripping a little in her step as she made her way towards the car. A person grabbed her arm before she could go any further.

"Oi!" Rose shouted.

The person was a woman who had dark hair held up in a tight bun, wore thick-lensed glasses, and had heavily added red lipstick besmirched on her lips. A large, bulky camera dangled around her neck with a recording device in her hand.

"Billie! Hi, Tawnie Brown from Gossip Celebrity." Her hand was still firmly gripped on Rose's arm. Before Rose could open her mouth, she prattled on. "I just wanted to ask if you've heard about the recent rumors."

"What rumors?"

"Oh you know," the woman smiled and rolled her eyes. "How you and David have gotten a little closer since shooting?"

"What are you talking about?" Rose's forehead crinkled as she frowned.

"Don't deny it we've got pictures and some sources. Shame on you, you're both married." Her smile reminded Rose of a gator's grin, one that was ready to snap.

"Billie!" the Doctor said from behind her, his arm instantly linking around her arm. There was always the Doctor to come to her rescue. "I lost you there. We've got to go to the studio now." He glared at Tawnie who had let go of Rose's arm. They started walking away from the woman and to the car.

"In a few hours you'll see!" she called out, taking a picture of them. "We'll expose the two of you!"

They got into the car and the chauffer shut the door behind them.

"What was that all about?" The Doctor looked at Rose in concern.

"I dunno," she said waving off her encounter. "She told me she knew something about us. I think she was kind of looney though."

"Maybe…" the Doctor made a thoughtful look. "So," he blinked out of his contemplative gaze, "Rose Tyler, are you ready to act?"

"Act?!" She exclaimed.

"Of course, that's what actors do, act."

"Ughhh," Rose groaned and hunched over to place her hands on her face.

"Oh what's wrong? Acting's not that bad, it's like lying or pretending, but with a bit more pizzazz."

"And you would know about lying and pretending, Doctor." She retorted.

"Oi! Weell," He tugged on his ear lobe. "That's beside the point. The point is, acting's not all bad. We do it all the time when we travel; acting like we're part of the crowd." The Doctor brought out a strange-looking gizmo out of his pocket and started tinkering with it.

"What's that, then?" Rose watched as his hands twirled and tweaked the gadget.

"It's the wormhole detector, which I renamed the Timey Wimey Detector."

"Timey Wimey?" Rose smirked. "Where did you come up with that?"

"Oh you know," He scratched the back of his head, "In a big ball of stuff."

Really, the Doctor had found the term while researching about Doctor Who. It was a statement that he would say in the future and he thought it was quite clever of him. "Big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff." Brilliant!

"How long do you think you'll be finished with it?" Rose asked him anxiously.

"I think it would take me about," He began counting his finger. "If I have some time today and tonight…it'll be done by midday tomorrow."

"Seriously?" Her eyes brightened at the good news.

"Yup, told you I was impressive." He waggled his eyebrows at her.

Rose playfully shoved him. "Shut up."

"Oh!" he blurted out as he remembered something. "Don't use the microwave in my room. I used some parts so it might tend to blow."

She sighed and shook her head. "Doctor, Doctor, Doctor. What are we going to do with you? Well, if it helps to take me back to our universe, then by all means keep the microwave."

Take me back. Those words triggered the memory of her against that white wall. Her face smudged with make-up and tears. "Take me back! Take me back! Take me back!" she screamed, pounding on the cold surface. And he was on the other side, desolately touching the wall that kept them apart.

He shrugged away the thought and took Rose's hand in his. She raised one eyebrow at him, but held his hand all the same. Two hands that fit together like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. A perfect fit with nothing to separate them in between.

When they arrived at the studio, another horde of fans and paparazzi were waiting for them. It was absolutely deafening and not something Rose or the Doctor could think they would ever get used to. They would take fighting Slitheen over crazy fan girls and photographers any day.

They walked through the path that was made for them. Security guards and metal barricades bordered them off from the swarming media. Rose walked next to the Doctor and mirrored his movements; beaming at the cameras and waving. They were about to walk in the front door of the studio when the Doctor noticed a little girl that was straining to see them, standing on her toes and stretching her neck like a giraffe's.

Before Rose knew it, the Doctor was at the barricade where the small child was. She slightly jogged to keep up with him.

"Mum!" the little girl shook the leg of the woman beside her. "It's the Doctor!"

"Yes, yes I am." The Doctor grinned at the girl. "Now who might you be?"

"Kaylie." Her eyes widened as she saw Rose approach. "Rose Tyler!"

"Hello," Rose smiled at her.

"Rose is one of my favorite companions!" the girl proclaimed to the Doctor. "She's brave and smart. Aaand you love her."

"What?!" The duo exclaimed.

"Yeah you do," she said matter-of-factly. "The Doctor loves Rose and Rose loves the Doctor. It's like a princess meeting her prince charming. Your TARDIS is like your castle where you can both live happily ever after! The ending's sad though." Her smile drooped to a sulk. "I didn't like Doomsday."

"What's Doomsday?" Rose asked her curiously.

"You don't know?" the girl looked at her in surprise. "It's when you lea-"

"Kaylie!" the Doctor cut her off. "Would you want an autograph?"

She vigorously nodded her head and the Doctor and Rose signed her shirt. Rose and the Doctor smiled at each other when they looked at what was printed on the shirt: the silhouette of the Doctor with "Allons-y" above it.

"Okay all done." The Doctor said as he capped the marker and gave it back to Kaylie's mother.

"Nice meeting you Kaylie," Rose waved goodbye.

"Don't forget to marry her! A princess always needs a prince." the little girl shouted to them as they made their way back to the studio.

The Doctor coughed while Rose's face flushed red. "Guess you're Princess Rose now, not Dame Rose." The Doctor teased.

As soon as they entered the building, a man ushered them in. He wore an earpiece and a black polo with khakis. He held a clipboard and pen in his hands.

"There you two are! We've been waiting for you lot! Alright, first you both need to go to hair and make-up, next is wardrobe." He agilely led them down different hallways and towards the right door. Inside were several mirrors in a row against the wall. Fragrances danced in the air like in the perfume section at the mall. A couple of ladies with styled hair and heavily added make-up were waiting for them, brushes and eyeliners in hand.

The Doctor's breath hitched at the sight. Rose smirked knowingly at his reaction.

"David you alright?" the man said as he directed them inside the room.

"Yeah, just a quick question. Is it necessary for me to wear make-up?"

"What do you mean?" The man looked at him confused.

"I mean my complexion and strikingly good looks are all natural. Why spoil it with the use of make-up?" He told him arrogantly. Rose couldn't help but giggle at his attempt to avoid the cosmetics.

The man laughed. "Always the jokester, aren't you David? Well you two better hurry along. The rest of the cast is ready." He left the Doctor and Rose sitting in chairs at the hands of the make-up crew.

"I'm a Time Lord. Time Lords don't wear make-up." he angrily muttered as the women started powdering his face.

Rose cracked up, her sides hurting from the laughter. They were powdering her face too. "It's not that bad," she said, mimicking his previous words. "Bit more pizazz."

He ignored her and made a sour face. Theater was much more than the Doctor had thought it would be. Another challenge that seemed like child's play from all the other strenuous things he's been through, which nevertheless proved to test his capabilities.

When their make-up was done, they were dressed in their costumes and headed on set. The Doctor wore his cherished pinstriped suit, yet his hair was not as spiky as it should have been (much to his agitation). Rose looked puzzlingly at her wild outfit. Was this really what she wore it in the future? And, why was she called the Moment in the script?

Lights and cameras surrounded the room. It was the same set that the Doctor and Rose had woken up to when they first arrived in the universe. Wooden shuttered walls filtered light into the area. Ropes hung around posts and crates were stacked together and covered in cloth. Leaves and dust coated the floor. The set basically looked like a large storage shack. Again, the Doctor felt that niggling feeling in the back of his head like he should remember something. He'd seen this place before and it was giving him this sense of déjà vu.

The Doctor looked around at the setting. Two TARDIS props were in the room and stood side by side from each other. The other actors were already there: Matt, who plays his future incarnation; John Hurt, who plays his hidden incarnation, and a brunette girl who was talking to Matt; the Doctor guessed she was his future companion. What was her name? Jenna, who plays Clara. The roles and names spun around in the Doctor's head and made him a little dizzy.

When Matt saw them, he walked over to them grinning. "Hey! Bout time you two showed up. You all set for rolling?"

"Sure," the Doctor said enthusiastically, although he rather they didn't start so soon. Rose and the Doctor were given a copy of the script while they were getting their hair and make-up done, but it didn't give them enough time to actually memorize it or even look at it. They merely gave it a cursory glance. The Doctor was good at acting, if it was his own material. Constricting his skills with a script was a whole different genre.

Rose wasn't sure what she should do. She felt like taking the Doctor's hand and running away from the bright lights and loud sounds. The only acting she's ever done was in school plays when she was younger. This was far from her league of cardboard-made props and parent audiences.

"Okay everyone, take your places!" the director, Nick Hurran, called out.

A group of people led Rose to sit on a large box draped with cloths. The Doctor was guided inside the TARDIS prop, the one that's exterior looked more like his. Matt and Jenna walked into the other TARDIS prop and John stayed in the middle of the room. A box with a big red button sticking out of it was brought out and put beside him.

Once everyone was in place and settled, Nick sat in his official director's chair. "Action!" he yelled.

The sounds of the TARDIS engines played on a speaker. Matt, Jenna, and the Doctor stepped out of their individual prop and walked towards John. However, the Doctor could not take one more step when he saw John with the box. The red button stained and transfixed his eyes with that color. A color that symbolizes blood and war. The prop was in the shape of the Moment, the weapon he had used to destroy his entire race. Were they reenacting that day, the worst day of his life? If so, then why was Rose, or him, or his future incarnation there? He didn't remember them being there. Lines in the script came back to him, the words the Moment and Gallifrey popped into his thoughts.

Suddenly, a spark ignited in his mind and had awoken memories he had forgotten. Memories that were taken away because of time streams being out of sync were stoked like a fire and burned clearly in his head. He fell to his knees as realization took a hold of him and everything made sense.

"David? David?" Matt called him, kneeling down to face him.

"Cut!" Nick shouted.

"Doc-David? What's wrong?" Rose quickly made her way to him.

The Doctor looked up at Rose. She looked like the Moment. The Moment had taken her form.

"Hello? Is somebody there?"

"It's nothing, it's just a Wolf."

"Doctor," Rose whispered to him. "Are you alright?"

"I think- Rose Tyler. No, sorry, no, no. In this form I'm called…Bad Wolf."

"I'm fine," he announced to the slowly gathering crowd of people surrounding him. "Just a little headache. It's gone now."

"You're the interface?"

"They must have told you the Moment has a conscience."

"You sure you're okay to keep going?" Nick asked him.

"Yup," he answered, popping his p.

Gallifrey wasn't gone. It was alive in a pocket universe! Oh yes! That's why everything looked familiar. He has already been here once before. This wasn't the time he killed his own people, this was the time he saved them. And it would also explain why Rose was there as well. She was playing the Moment.

His Rose. Of all the past, present, and future companions and people he had met to choose from, the Moment had chosen Rose. He knew no one would be more important than Rose in his life ever again. Her name became a permanent tattoo etched on his hearts the moment they had met.

"Okay let's keep rolling," Nick said as he walked back to his chair. Everyone else got back to their positions. "And…Action!"

The Doctor knew how he was going to act; he'd watched this scene play out live; although, he wasn't in the face he had on now. He was looking through eyes worn with the terrors of battle. A wrinkled face, white hair, and leather jacket. A face that looked exactly like John Hurt's.

The TARDIS sound wooshed in the speakers. The three actors stepped out of the TARDIS props.

"Told you he hasn't done it yet," Jenna played out her line.

They stepped towards John.

"Go away now, all of you. This is for me." John turned around to face the ominous-looking box.

The Doctor remembered saying that. His demeanor disguised with determination, yet an internal conflict raged in his mind. Pushing that button was against all he stood for. He was "the Doctor," the man who made people better, not the man who destroyed them.

He realized it was his line now. "Oh! It's my turn…" He heard a hand slapping a forehead and he assumed it might have been the director. "These events should be time-locked. I no-no I mean, we shouldn't even be here." The Doctor made an overly dramatic serious face.

"So something let us through," Matt continued.

It was Rose's turn to speak and everyone was waiting for her to say her line.

"You clever boys." She said robotically. She made a forced smile, one that looked more constipated than happy.

"What the hell?" Nick whispered to the man next to him. The guy shrugged and was as confused as him.

"Go back," John went on. "Go back to your lives. Go and be the Doctor that I could never be. Make it worthwhile."

"All those years, burying you in my memory." This time the Doctor spoke from the heart.

"Pretending that you didn't exist. Keeping you a secret, even from myself." Matt said.

"Pretending you weren't the Doctor, when you were the Doctor more than anyone else," those words the Doctor remembered- meant so much to him at that moment. Now it was being spoken for the benefit of entertaining the viewers of the show.

"You were the Doctor when it wasn't possible to get it right."

"But this ti- wait, can we just stop for a minute." The Doctor abruptly said.

Everyone groaned. "Cut!" yelled Nick. "David? What's wrong now?"

"Isn't this a bit too dramatic?"

"Dramatic?"

"Yes. I mean I don't think the Doctor would be too emotional like this, yeah?" the Doctor told him. This amazing part of his life that he had just rediscovered shouldn't be watched by some sci-fi fanatic audience.

"You don't think the Doctor would be too emotional…when he's about to burn his own planet?" The director looked at him incredulously with one eyebrow raised. Everyone else was staring at him quizzically, including Rose.

"No, No. The Doctor's heroic, brave, and strong. No dramatics or domestics for him. No thanks."

"I-I…David are you sure you're alright?"

"Fine and dandy."

"Okay, let's do this one more time, shall we?" Nick said impatiently.

It took a couple more takes until Nick Hurran realized they weren't getting far with Rose's bad acting and the Doctor contradicting the script. With reluctance, he called for a lunch break.

The Doctor and Rose walked through the halls as they looked for the lunch room.

"So what was that about?" Rose asked him.

"What was what about?"

"The Doctor not being dramatic."

"Well, I'm not."

"Really? So what about the first time I met you. What were those words you told me?"

"Stop it," he told her smiling.

"I can feel it," she deepened her voice and imitated the northern accent he had before. "The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet spinning at a thousand miles an hour. And the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour and I can feel it. We're falling through space-"

"Okay, okay, sometimes I can be a little dramatic, but that was only to impress you."

"Oh was it now?"

"Weell," the Doctor halted all of a sudden. "Rose," he whispered. "Get behind me."

"What? Why are you being-"

"Shhhh! Get behind me!" he said urgently and Rose obeyed him.

"What is it?" she whispered.

"Don't freak out…there's a Dalek."

"A what?!"

"Shush! There's a Dalek right there next to that door." He gestured to the ominous figure that was standing only a few feet away from them. It was definitely a Dalek.

"What are we going to do?"

"Dalek!" He yelled, briskly stepping towards the villainous creature. He pulled his sonic screwdriver out of his suit.

"Doctor!" her eyes widened at his impetuous actions.

"How did you get here? How did you find me?" He ignored Rose and pointed his sonic screwdriver at the Dalek.

Rose looked at him and placed her fingers on her temples to massage them. "Doctor, your sonic is a prop, remember?"

"Oh," he looked at the sonic as he realized his blunder. "Right."

They stared at the Dalek, expecting for movement or hear the monotone voice, yet they did not hear a sound. Not even a little "EXTERMINATE."

"It's not moving," Rose observed. "The Dalek's eye stalk doesn't have its blue light on."

"Yes, so it would seem."

They were too fixated on the Dalek to realize that someone was walking towards them from behind.

"Hey guys…are you playing with that Dalek prop?" the brunette girl asked.

They jumped at the girl's voice and whipped around to look at her.

"Dalek prop?" They both asked.

"Yeah Dalek prop, what'd you think it was?"

The Doctor cleared his throat. "Erm, Jenna right?"

"Yeah?"

"We were just headed to the lunch room; do you know where that is?"

"Sure, I was just headed there myself. We could all go together."

They followed her as she turned two corridors and entered a double-door room. A large cafeteria came onto view upon opening the doors. An aroma of food wafted in the air. Long tables were aligned in rows where people were scattered about the room either chatting or eating. Voices layered each other and muffled the actual conversations.

"David! Billie!" Someone called them. Matt walked over to them with a tray of food in his hands.

"Hey!" He had a goofy grin on his face. "How're you guys? You two didn't seem yourselves on set."

"Oh just a little trouble getting into character," the Doctor reasoned.

The Doctor, Rose, and Jenna grabbed a tray and scooped some food that was laid out for them. They headed towards a table and took their seats; Rose and the Doctor sat next to each other while Jenna and Matt sat across from them.

"So David, did you find out your question the other day?"

"What question?" the Doctor asked him, confused.

"You know about Rose and how she left."

"What?" Rose was alerted by her name being said.

"David was asking me the other day about how you l-"

"Yeah," the Doctor interrupted. "I found the answer, I just had trouble remembering. Thanks."

"So what did he ask you?" Rose disregarded the Doctor and fully regarded Matt.

"He wanted to know why Rose, your character, left in Doctor Who."

"What?!"

"Yeah I know," Matt told her, believing her shocked face was due to David's inconsistent memory. "It was a pretty significant part of his run. I don't know how he could have forgotten it."

"Matt, I think we all get it," the Doctor said haughtily.

"Oh Doomsday was the worst," Jenna went on. "I bloody bawled my eyes out when I was watching it."

"Wait, so if I'm- I mean if Rose is gone." Rose almost choked on her words. "Why am I in this episode?"

"Well you're not really playing Rose now," Matt explained. "You're the Moment's interface who's taking on the form of Rose. I thought your part was clear to you."

"And could you make, I dunno, a little summary of how exactly Rose left?" Rose hesitantly asked.

"Billie," the Doctor warned. He made a fake laugh. "Billie's just kidding; I think she knows how her character left."

"No, sorry," Rose insisted, glaring at the Doctor. He's hiding something. She thought. "My memory's a bit hazy. Could you remind me?"

"I can help," Jenna said, winking at her. "I've been catching up on the episodes for the role."

And so, she told her. The story of Doomsday and the tearful goodbye at Dårlig Ulv-Stranden. The reuniting when the darkness had come and the metacrisis was born. They were destined to be separated. It was written in the scripts and in their fate. She would be left on the same beach by the Doctor to live the rest of her life with the metacrisis.

"Was that all true, Doctor?" She said softly, her tone signaling that she was on the brink of tears.

Lunch had ended and people were already getting ready to film again. It had felt like the longest lunch the Doctor and Rose had ever experienced. After Jenna had told her everything, Rose was speechless and stared out in the distance. The Doctor watched her worriedly, but she wouldn't face him. They were silent the entire time while Jenna and Matt continued their conversation, oblivious to the pair's tension. Once the break was over and people started getting up, Rose took the Doctor's arm, gripping it tightly. She excused themselves from Jenna and Matt and dragged him to a room where she didn't see anyone around. It looked like a film editing room with a number of screens, machinery, and buttons placed around the room.

"Yes." He couldn't look at her so his eyes wandered around the room.

"You looked it up, didn't you, even though you told me not to?"

"Yes."

"We're-" this question was hard for her to say. She took a deep breathe. "We're going to get separated for two years?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll find my way back to you and you just desert me? You would just leave me with your clone?" She asked him angrily. She was hurt by his future actions and his short, simple remarks towards them. He didn't deny it or defend himself, which made it much worse.

"He's not a clone, he's a metacrisis. There's a difference. And yes, yes I would. He would have a human life span and would be able to grow old with you; something that I can never do. I told you once before: humans wither and die while I have to live on."

"But he wouldn't be you. Why? Why do you constantly send me away? Don't think I forgot about the game station. You always send me away. Now, answer me this; why?"

"Because I-" He stopped himself. Ordinarily, he wouldn't have dared continue his sentence and would rapidly change the subject. However, he knew better now. It was then that he knew it was time to finally say those three words. Three words that would never be said in the future that he wanted to say right now. It was now or never.

"Because you what, Doctor?"

"It's because I-" C'mon Doctor just a few simple words. He thought, rubbing his eye.

"Doctor, look at me." His wandering eyes locked onto her face.

Two years of avoiding and closing off his feelings for her were now opening. It was all bleeding through and nothing could prevent what was wanted to be said.

"Oh for God's sakes, Rose Tyler I need to say this because it does need saying. It's because I-"

Just then, Matt Smith walked into the room. The floppy-haired man bit into an apple and spit the contents out of his mouth. "Ugh, remind me why I'm eating an apple. Apples are rubbish, not that I'm quoting my character or anything. But seriously? Why am I eating an apple?"

He looked up and noticed the Doctor and Rose. "Oh I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?"

"YES! Yes you are," he started pushing Matt out of the room. "We're rehearsing!" And he slammed the door on Matt's stunned face.

"Doctor what are you-" She began to ask him.

"Rose Tyler, I love you." He ended his sentence with his head bending down so his lips met hers.