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"I can't see anything, mum." Rose sighed, looking into the night sky. It was bursting with a beautiful midnight blue, with a few stars acting as lanterns to light up the space occupied and despite it being situated in what Rose would recall as a dump, it was breath taking.

"Exactly. You see, we can't see him. We'll never see him again but the point is, he's always there. Up there, in the sky, he's always there."

Rose looked at her feet, her voice half chocked by the winters evening. "Mum,"

"He'd always there, Rose. Our Pete. So those girls, those insignificant girls who think you have nothing, they're wrong because you have one of the greatest men looking after you, thinking up clever schemes to make a profit, selling the tonic water to make a profit."

There'd been a spout of bullying recently. Well, if she could call it bullying. She felt calling it bullying was cheating. They just made small remarks how her dad would have left for a better looking woman, or how he left because of Rose being a pain the arse. Shareen tried to help, she tried to stop it and tell them that Rose's dad died. But that only made it worse. They started making more remarks about her dad killing himself so he didn't have the pain of having Rose as a child.

That one hurt, but she did as her mum told her, to just ignore the comments. It didn't stop them from stinging though.

"I know,"

"Come here,"

Rose shuffled closer so that her mum could hold her in her arms.

"He would have loved to have seen you now and he would've been so proud, Rose. So proud. And I am too,"

Rose grimaced; it was a struggle to deal with these type of compliments from her mum.

They retreated back to their seats on the sofa before watching a bit of Tele, turning up the volume to ignore the arguing from upstairs.

"How COULD you, Jack?! How could you?!"

"It was a year ago, what was I supposed to do?!" Jack yelled back as the Doctor held his hand to his head.

"Only you could somehow be that oblivious to a little girl. She was beautiful just as she is! Absolutely gorgeous, why did you have to go and make her feel all insecure about herself?!"

"Hey, if you remember rightly, your Rose DID wear a lot of make-up and yes, she was also bottle blonde!"

The Doctor groaned frustratingly despite loving the term 'your Rose'.

"THAT'S IN ELEVEN YEARS?! Give her some space to be a kid! I knew I shouldn't have let you say anything,"

"Hey!" Jack repeated, his voice lowering like it did when he shouted. "I tried given her that little glimmer of hope for once. The one that you fail to give her!"

"The moment I give her hope is the moment I ruin her timeline. That's all we're supposed to be, 'STRANGERS'."

"All right, so I made a mistake!" Jack shrugged. "So what, it hasn't changed anything because she's still her and she's still going to take her mother's advice over mine and so she's still going to let them girls walk all over her."

"It's not your job to decide what she does, Jack!"

"And I suppose it's yours then?"

He began to say 'No' but stuttered and shook his head instead.

"I just wish you'd been more...Never mind."

"Go on, say it. 'Gentle' because the Rose nowadays wouldn't accept that. You start patronizing her and she'd go mental!"

He look at Jack, without saying anything, just let him rant out his own rage because really, deep down, he was right.

"You need to save her, I get that, but you don't need to be careful of every damn thing!"

He took another breath before collapsing on the sofa. By the sound of it the girls had gone to bed and so, again, they'd wasted another day.

But then, The Doctor's ear perked up.

"What was that?!"

Jack shrugged, he couldn't hear anything?

The Doctor threw himself to the floor, so that his coat billowed behind him in a gush of wind. His trainers were flat out and he had one eye squinted as he pushed himself closer to the floor. Even his hair, his crazy brown floppy hair was lank against his face.

"What what is it?!"

"SHH!"

There was a few more seconds of silence before the repetition of the word 'no' tumbled helplessly out of the Doctor's mouth.

"Tell me, what's up!"

But he had already thrown himself upwards and out the door.

"For once, I would love to be in charge of the running thing, Y'know. I mean. Why should we run anyway they are only downstairs?" Yet, he rolled his eyes, slammed the door, and again followed in the Doctor's footsteps.

He was leaning against the open door, pretending to be ignorant of the sleeping females as he watched two young boys grab everything they could and try and chuck it in a bag.

"So," He began, startling the boys so that they froze. He hadn't even bothered with a disguise so he would have to be extra careful if the girls happened to wake up. "You are on the fifth floor of a very tall building of flats. The lift is 'out of order' and the first thing you grab is the over sized television. I'm going to be honest, and say by scientific calculation you are thick."

The one in charge watched the Doctor frightfully, his hands shaking and his eyes watering slightly. They hadn't been expecting company.

"Now, you can continue looting this place like a pack of wolves or you can run for your lives,"

The Doctor grinned manically as he pulled out the Sonic.

"D'ya like my screwdriver?" He asked, pushing up the top and squeezing the button so that the electrical appliance in the looters' hands gave him a minimal shock and the T.V by the side of them had sparks growing out of every corner. With that they dropped everything and ran out the door, bumping into Jack so that he thumped the floor with his foot and scared them further.

The Doctor was already heading inside before Jack could stop him, without complaining, he helped put everything in its rightful place. The Doctor was unusually quiet.

He was worried of course. How long had the looters been there before they arrived? Had they hurt Jackie or Rose? Were they safe? Had they taken anything from their rooms?

"Be right back," He whispered but Jack put his hand on the Doctor's arm.

"They're fine. I checked."

The Doctor nodded, and helped Jack move some more of the stuff but Jack smiled a little.

"Still, maybe you should go check, just in case..."

"Yeah, you're right," He said trying to nod professionally.

He was grateful for that, that Jack granted him this one moment, this one desire. It meant he could look over Rose, if only for a few seconds, as the person he was. The healer. The Doctor.

Rose was sleeping peacefully. Well relatively. A few tears streaked her nose as they escaped her closed eyes but other than that, she was fine. Her hair was scattered beautifully around her face, softly lying against her brazen cheeks and her thick eyelashes as she breathed heavily.

The Doctor didn't move immediately this time. He longed to sit on the floor, talk to her softly, read her a story, tell her a story, that was more like their old ritual in the TARDIS. To tell her a story until she was tired enough to trek to bed, or in a few cases, allow herself to be carried by the Doctor back to her bed. Those were rare though. Moments she would never remember and moments he would never forget.

She stirred slightly and moved her hand to her face so that she leaned on it a bit. The duvet had slipped to the middle of her waist and she had light Goosebumps telling him that she was cold. But he couldn't. He just couldn't.

Rose was older now, she'd recognise him, she'd freak out and he would have ruined those important memories. Those vital memories.

She shivered slightly as a breeze escaped her old windows and he found himself slowly walking towards her. Jack was hidden by the door, desperately wanting to yank him back and tell him that he couldn't. But again, not for the first time, he was stuck. Watching in awe as her simple presence just lightened up The Doctor's smile.

He grabbed to top of the cover and slowly pulled it up to her shoulders so she stopped shivering and instead snuggled into the warmth. He grabbed a toy bear of the side and tucked into her arms so she leant on that instead.

Lastly, before leaving his lowered himself down to her sleeping frame, brushed the hair away from her forehead and kissed the patch of skin before leaving . Sonicking the front door closed, they walked back up the stairs.

"You're always so in tune to what's happening to her. It's quite sweet to watch..."

"Is this going somewhere?" The Doctor asked sceptically but smiled a little as Jack beamed at him.

"'Why don't I get any of that?'" He quoted himself.

Laughing, the Doctor clapped him on the back squeezed his shoulders. "'Buy me a drink first.'"

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