Two tests down, 57 million to go. Yay. (I'm doing my KS3 SATs)Another chapter, anyway! Getting near the end of this story though…ah well I have an idea for another one. Before then, I do have a few more chapters for this one. XD Enjoy 11.

Rose jerked awake. She wasn't sure what had woken her; the TARDIS was silent, but she was awake alright. Her first thought was Doctor, so she rolled off her bed, yawning,, and tapped gently on the door dividing their bedrooms. No answer. She pushed it open. He wasn't there. Oh well. Rose reshut (I made a new word!!!) the door, and wandered down the corridor for breakfast. She could hear voices as she got nearer to the kitchen, and recognised the Doctor's and Jeod's. She went in.

"Morning," she said sleepily to the Doctor, as he looked up, looking shocked. "What?"

"Since when did you get up this early?" he asked

"Why, what time is it?"

"It's 5:30 in the morning!" he told her "I swear you've never got up that early in your life!"

Rose smiled.

"Don't get used to it, it won't happen again," she told him, hugging him as she made her way to the fridge. He grinned at her.

"I don't doubt that for a second," he told her, ducking as she swatted at him.

About half an hour later, Rose was sitting, fully dressed now, next to the Doctor in the middle of the TARDIS, discussing their plans for the day. They had decided not to tell Jackie what they were doing, because she had already nearly lost her daughter that way before, and they both knew she was likely to stop Rose from doing it in any way possible. Besides, as Rose could still get back through the black hole to see her, it wasn't like Jackie was never going to see her again. The Doctor was just marvelling (for about the seventieth time) that Rose Tyler was up at six o clock in the morning, when Jeod wandered back in.

"Theta, I've been thinking. How many of us have been through the void?"

"All of us…that is I presume you have?"

Jeod nodded, and dumped a pile of black handle things beside the Doctor. There were only three.

"We're gonna have to rely on the fact that this torchwood have some spare then," he concluded, leaving the Doctor and Rose more worried than before. They looked at each other, each thinking the same thing: You are NOT being sucked into the void.

Mickey got up at the more sensible time of nine o clock. They had left him, because he looked peaceful, and they all knew he wouldn't look like that for long when he woke up, and Martha's death hit him again. When he did finally haul himself out of bed he looked awful. Rose was so worried about him, it took Mickey a good five minutes to convince her he was ok…although he still didn't think she believed him. But then, he hadn't really expected anyone to believe this, because, truthfully, he was not ok in the slightest. Also, he was not feeling particularly warm towards the Doctor today. He didn't dare tell Rose this; she would be rushing to the Doctor's defence in a moment, she loved him; but the Doctor was not his most favourite person in the world right now. Every girl he ever liked; Rose first, now Martha, met the Doctor and got separated from him. Rose had fallen in love with him, and Martha had done what he said, and consequently died. It wasn't fair. He looked moodily over at the Doctor and Rose, hand in hand, smiling at each other, their eyes all dreamy and love struck. Just the sight of it made Mickey want to hurl at the moment. Right now, Mickey felt like banging their heads together, to inflict even a fraction of the pain he was feeling on them. Instead, he consented to grinding his teeth together. But then, thinking about it, he was as angry with Rose as he was with the Doctor. If she had never run into his stupid ship, things might still be ok. She and him would still be together. They would both be normal Londoners; not afraid of running into Daleks around every corner, just normal people. But then Mickey thought of Martha, and if Rose had never run off with the Doctor, he might never have met her…it was all starting to get very mixed up and painful. He sat down very quickly, blinking furiously.

"Martha…"

Rose was looking incredibly concerned about him again. That would make twice in the last ten minutes, and the amount of attention she had been paying him recently, that had to be a record. Before he might have cared. He didn't now. Martha, Martha, Martha… Rose had sat down beside him, but he was only dimly aware of this. His vision went blurry and he pushed her away, unwilling to show how upset he was about Martha. After all he had barely known her five minutes. It felt like they had been together their whole lives. Rose gave up, and went back to the Doctor, and whispered something in his ear. Whatever it was, it must have been good, because he positively beamed at her, and picked her up and spun her round. When he put her down, she said something which looked like: So you think it'll work?

Mickey was utterly confused. That was, until the Doctor made his way over to him, Rose eagerly peering over his shoulder. Mickey eyed the pair suspiciously. What were they up to?

"Mickey," the Doctor began "About Martha…"

"Yeah, I know she's dead, no need to rub it in," Mickey said, not bothering to hide his annoyance at the pair of them.

"No, that's not what we were trying to say!" Rose sounded quite upset.

"We have to ask you, Mickey, what did she mean to you?"

"Piss off!"

"I'm serious!" the Doctor was starting to get annoyed, too. Why did Mickey have to be so damned awkward? "I wouldn't ask, but I know a way we can get you two back together again…well it was Rose's idea but…"

"You can get to her? But…"

"She is dead, if that's what you're thinking," the Doctor told him, gently.

"Then how…?"

"Mickey, this is a time machine!" Rose said impatiently, beaming triumphantly at the Doctor, who gave her an equally pleased one back. Mickey looked at the Doctor.

"You could do that for me?"

"Course! Easy peasy, lemon squeezy! First though, Mr Mickey, we have a job to do."

Mickey looked totally non- plussed. Rose gave him an exasperated look, but then started smiling, at the simplicity of whatever it was.

"Mickey, we gotta suck the Daleks into the void again," she told him. He looked at her in alarm.

"No way are you doing that again!" Mickey burst out "Doctor…"

"I've tried," he said "She's coming."

One stomach churning TARDIS ride later, they were standing outside the parallel torchwood, blinking in the sunlight. Jeod had actually consented to come with them on this occasion, but perhaps that was just so he didn't get sucked into the void. They didn't know. Ah well. What was life without the odd mystery? After bluffing their way past the desk girl – the Doctor's famous psychic paper helped, followed closely by his big gob, they were in the lift. Floor 1-2-3… Rose watched the numbers flash past, until her eyes went funny. She closed them instead, and snuggled into the Doctor's warm side; something which was hardly necessary, because they were all jammed so closely together anyway, they could barely breath. Rose could have sworn the lifts had decreased in size since she last used them. When it shuddered to a halt, they all spilled out, glad for a bit of fresh air. There was a single door leading off to what the Doctor had gleefully christened The Void Room. Jeod and Mickey raced straight through, eager to get this job over and done with as soon as possible. The Doctor and Rose hung back. They looked at each other.

"Just hold on this time," he said. His voice seemed perfectly steady, but his face gave him away. He was completely terrified of losing her. She smiled.

"Yeah. You too," Rose said, then kissed him. He hadn't been expecting that, but didn't mind in the slightest. He kissed her back with all the passion he possessed, pulling her closer to him, so they were so close, their bodies might've been one. He drank in her flowery scent, her body pressed against his, her warm mouth on his, their tongues flicking over each other; knowing this might be the last time they ever did this, and relishing every moment of it. Finally though, after several minutes, they had to draw apart. Rose looked at him.

"Doctor, whatever happens – whether one of us gets sucked into the void or not, if we're both fine – whatever. I love you, ok. Whatever happens."

It was he who kissed her this time, but it couldn't last long. Jeod came in to hurry them up, and he practically pulled them off each other with an impatient:

"Come on!"

The Doctor glared at him.

"You are truly the most unromantic person I have ever met."

Of course, he had to laugh at that. Rose did too, and the Doctor watched her, thinking how beautiful she looked. As they walked through the door, he never took his eyes off her. His Rose.

Awwww… I was going to do this as one long chapter, but I can't be bothered to write that much now, so they can go into the void in the next one. I hope you like this – you'd better do, I'm supposed to be revising for my SATs as I write this…oops! Review PLEASE!!!!