So I haven't had much of a chance to upload on this story recently, which is irritating. Also there will be about two/three more chapters and maybe an epilogue?

Enjoy!

Chapter Twelve:

The TARIS materialised on the corner of a cosy looking road called Millers Close. It was early on a Sunday, so not many people were walking about, except for an old lady wandering down the road with a small trolley.

"Bleedin' 'ell, wot's a police box then?" She asked as she watched four people leave it, one by one. "Must be a bi' of a squeeze," She tried to look behind them, but the Doctor closed the door.

"We manage," He replied kindly.

"Jus' on me way to get me mornin' paper," She continued, "Me Harold always used to insist we get the mornin' paper. 'Ad to keep up with the news, 'Joyce, the world's always changin' and we've gotta keep up with it,' he'd say," She chuckled as she remembered.

"He sounded like a smart man," Rose said softly.

"Oh 'e was. Wonderful man 'e was, 'course Harold's dead now; his 'eart stopped when 'e was asleep in his favourite chair, quiet way to go. An' my Harold was a quiet man, bless 'im. Anyways, nice chattin' with ya, but I'd best be off now. Gotta feed the cats," She wandered off, nodding at the four before continuing on her way.

The run in with Joyce had struck a chord with Rose, because talking to her had made Rose realise something. That would never be her. She'd never grow old with a 'Harold' of her own, reminiscing about their lives together, because it had hit Rose in the past couple of days that she wasn't aging. It made sense, seeing as Jack didn't age, but she'd always be immortal. She was going to have to watch Jackie and Pete and Mickey grow older while she stayed the same. She was hoping that she could continue travelling the stars with the Doctor, but she didn't hold out much hope, because he'd probably get bored of her and leave her behind, and then what? She would have to live forever, always hiding, never getting close to anyone because they'd grow old and die, or they'd get suspicious at her surprising lack of wrinkles and the excuse "L' Oréal's day cream works wonders" would only hold for so long before she had to move on again; a different town, a different country.

And then, Rose knew who she reminded herself of. The Lone Traveller, the Last of his Kind, the Doctor of Gallifrey. He'd been alone for centuries, losing companion after companion, always moving on. But maybe he enjoyed finding someone new, maybe he got bored if he spent too much time with her.

Rose shook herself from her depressing thoughts as Jenna led them up a path towards a door with peeling brown paint. The grass in the front garden was overgrown, but there were flowerbeds, as if someone had been growing magnolias in an attempt to brighten it up, but they were overrun with weeds now, and it didn't look like anyone had paid attention to it in years.

"I've been meaning to get a gardener in, and a painter, but we've been a bit strapped for cash," Jenna informed them as she pushed open the front door.

"Dad, are you here?" She called frantically.

"I-I'm in here, sweetheart," Came a weak voice from the living room. Jenna immediately darted in there.

"I've been so worried! I- what is she doing here?" Jenna was standing with her arms folded as the others walked into the room. An elderly man, who Rose presumed was Jenna's father. He had grey hair, slicked back against his head and a pair of reading glasses perched on his nose. Rose thought he looked a little bit like Dumbledore after a trip to the hairdressers. Next to him was a woman who looked around mid fifties with brown eyes and wavy blonde hair, like Jenna's and Rose gasped.

It was her mother.

The Doctor and Mickey seemed to have come to the same conclusion, as Mickey stepped forward and weaved his fingers through Jenna's. The Doctor saw Rose smile slightly at this comforting gesture.

"Jenna, I'm so glad you're alive," Her father said, standing up shakily and wrapping her arms around her.

"Dad," She greeted, hugging him back, not taking her eyes of off her mother, who just sat there; staring at the fraying carpet.

"I think…we should leave," The Doctor whispered to Rose.

"She needs someone here." She replied quietly.

"I'll stay," Mickey offered, as Jenna's father (Robert, as he introduced himself) tried to persuade Jenna to listen to her.

"I don't even want to look at her any more. She left us Dad,"

"Yes, but she came back,"

"Pfft, yeah, she probably got dumped by her toy-boy," Rose had never seen Jenna so angry, so hostile. She may have only known the girl for a few weeks, but Jenna had to be one of the calmest person she'd ever met.

"Are you sure?" The Doctor asked. Mickey nodded, practically shooing them out. Rose sent Jenna a smile before they left.

"We'll meet you back at the TARDIS," The Doctor told them as they closed the door behind them.

The sun had risen further in the sky, making it warmer, and it was a pleasant walk back to the TARDIS. Once the Doctor had unlocked and pushed open the door, they sat on the jumper seat.

"So!" The Doctor started. "What was Mick-Mick-Mickety talking to you about the other day?" He asked casually, and Rose burst out laughing.

"What?" He asked, confused. She just carried on laughing, "What?" She didn't stop, bending over and rested her head on her knees. "What?" He asked indignantly.

"I knew you were going to ask that. Nothing escapes your notice, Doctor," She sighed. "We were talking about the fact that we'd both moved on, and it was better if we were just friends. I told him that I wanted him to pursue a relationship - or whatever he wanted – with Jenna,"

"Ah," He said simply. He was quiet for a few moments (unusual for him) before he spoke again.

"Why did you do it?"

"Because he obviously liked Jenna-," She said, confused.

"No, no, I mean why did you jump in front of that shot by the Cyberman?"

"Because you were going to die," She said, picking at the material on the seat.

"I sent you away in the TARDIS, though. I told you to forget about me,"

"I couldn't leave you behind," Rose blushed. "Why are we even arguing about this?"

"So that if we're put in that position again I want to know that you'll listen to me and you won't put yourself in danger,"

"I'd never do that. I'd never be able to forget about you,"

"So what are you going to do if I die?" He asked angrily.

"I'd never leave you!" Rose protested.

"But one day you might have to!" The Doctor stood up and strode to the control panel, fiddling with the monitor.

"Why, are you planning on leaving me then?" She asked, following him and standing opposite the Doctor with her arms folded.

"No!" He looked up, eyes blazing, "But I'd never want you to waste your life waiting for me, if I don't come back!"

"What could I do, Doctor? I'm not going to grow old, I'll never die," His eyes widened, but she continued, "Yeah I worked it out. Don't worry about letting me know that I'm immortal or anything," She said sarcastically.

"Rose…"

"That I was going to have to watch my whole family grow older? That I was going to lose almost everyone that I've ever loved?" She yelled as a tear ran down her cheek, and she impatiently brushed it away.

"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY I COULDN'T PROTECT YOU," He shouted back before he gripped her hand and tugged her body so that it collided with his, making her blush. Their chests rose and fell almost in sync as they both breathed heavily. There was a moment of silence, where they just stared at each other. You could've cut the sexual tension in the air with a knife – although it would be pretty weird to walk around swishing a knife. Especially if there were two people about to…do whatever they were going to do.

It was almost a surprise when the Doctor's lips suddenly crushed hers, seeing as Rose had been lost in her thoughts about cutting a knife through thin air. She froze for a moment, until the Doctor began to pull away, obviously thinking he'd made a mistake, but Rose locked her hands at the nape of his neck, holding his face to hers. He grunted in surprise, but didn't let go of her, moving his hands to her waist. He moved her backwards, until Rose's back was against one of the pillars in the TARDIS, their hands sliding all over one another in pure, unbridled passion.

The Doctor couldn't believe what was happening. One minute he was arguing with Rose and the next he'd literally jumped her. He'd watched her lips as she had fought with him and he just couldn't resist. She smelled amazing, like strawberries, and he revelled in it.

"Oh!" A small squeal made them both separate, as Jenna closed the TARDIS door. The pair had been so enveloped in their kiss that they hadn't heard her come in.

"I-I came to see if you guys wanted to go get dinner,"

"Sure, sure," Rose said shakily, smoothing her clothes. The Doctor just straightened his tie and swallowed.

"Um, how'd it go with your Mum?" Rose continued.

"She apologised for leaving us, and we talked it out, but I'm not sure if I can forgive her just yet," Rose nodded reassuringly and stood up, walking over to her and linking her arm though Jenna's.

"Fair enough, let's go eat. I'm starving," The Doctor was still stood transfixed, by the control panel.

"Coming, Doctor?" Rose asked, jerking him out of his reverie.

"Absolutely," He said with false enthusiasm that everyone could see

A/N: Next chapter uploaded...oooh maybe tomorrow?

One last thing, I was a bit disappointed that there were no reviews on the last chapter. Don't get me wrong, I really appreciate you guys taking the time to read my stories, but I would love at least one, just telling me how you thought the chapter went or any mistakes, or just one word!

Thanks!