MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR! (yeah okay I know it's a bit late but I hope you all had a great Christmas!)

I am writing this on my new touch screen computer! It's so cool! I got loads of cool Doctor Who stuff as well! I love my parents! :)

This one is a lot shorter than the others. It's actually the shortest chapter there is. But it's one of my faves. I hope it makes sense... but it did to me... so hopefully it will to you guys too! :)

12. Talking to the moon

Rose led awake listening to John's heavy breathing. They were close to fostering now, just a few more days. That's what the social worker had said. But Rose couldn't help thinking about the child she could have had. The child that just disappeared. And the adventures she and John could have had just by being parents.

A single tear rolled down Rose's cheek. She missed it all she really did; all the running for your life, meeting new species, visiting new planets. As quietly as she could she slipped out of bed, guided her feet into her slippers, wrapped her fluffy dressing-gown tightly around her and, casting a look over at John who was still asleep, crept out of the room.

John awoke with a start and put his hand on his heart. He had just dreamt of himself regenerating from this form he loved so much. He couldn't exactly remember it exactly but he did remember the Master being there, Donna's grandfather was there too and… if he was not mistaken Rassilon.

John often had dreams like that every so often. Just the other week he had dreamt there was a human who thought he was the Doctor and he (as the Doctor) went along with it. He had been having them ever since he had arrived on the parallel universe. And it hadn't taken long to discover that he was actually living the other him's adventures.

John quickly shook the dream off and turned over; reaching his arm round to pull Rose into a hug to make sure it had in fact been a dream (for him). However John's arm hit the bed and he lifted his head. Rose was not next to him. That was really unusual. She never left him. It had always been the other way around. But John had a good idea of where she had gone – having made many midnight trips there himself. So he put his slippers on, his jumper from the night before and followed Rose out of the room.

As he made his way into the kitchen, the back door was wedged slightly agar and, through the glass door, he could see Rose sat on the porch. Making no attempt to be quiet he pulled the door open and Rose turned round to face him. She immediately started to wipe the tear tracks off her face as fresh tears fell with no intention of stopping.

John's heart broke as he sat down next to Rose and pulled her into a hug. For a few minutes, Rose sobbed into John's jumper and John kept mumbling in her ear telling her 'it's alright' and rubbing soothing circles on her back.

Eventually Rose sat up and wiped her eyes.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled.

"Don't be." John smiled encouragingly. "But why don't you tell me what's wrong eh?"

"Everything," Rose chocked on fresh tears.

"As in what?"

"Are we doing the right thing?" Rose asked. John raised an eyebrow, confused.

"Doing what?

"Fostering?"

"Of course we are Rose. We're giving an orphan child the chance to live his or her life and have a proper childhood with parents that care."

Rose nodded.

"And…" She paused.

"Yeah?"

"Well… I miss adventures."

"Me too…"

"I miss the way you used to be." She hid her face in shame. She was expecting to have a lecture about how he was exactly the same man just with one heart. But instead she felt a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"So do I," John told her truthfully as she looked up to see he too was crying.

"Don't hate me because of what I'm about to say…" Rose started.

"I could never hate you." John smiled again. Rose couldn't help but think that he wouldn't be smiling when she said what she was about to.

"Do you think he thinks about me? About us?" She asked looking up at the moon. She didn't want to look John in the eye. She knew she would see the pain she had just caused him through that question.

"All the time," John sighed looking up at the moon too.

"But, how do you know?" Rose asked looking at John to find no pain or sadness. He still wore the smile he had a minute ago.

"Cus, I dream." John sighed, eyes still trained on the moon.

"So do I! But I don't dream him thinking about me!"

"I do," John whispered – stopping Rose in the middle of a rant. "I dream his adventures through his eyes." He paused. "The adventures he has after leaving us here. And I had one tonight."

"How is he?" Rose asked.

"He just regenerated. Destroyed the TARDIS in the meanwhile." They both looked at each other and smirked.

"But how can he have adventures if the TARDIS is destroyed?"

"Oh the TARDIS will repair herself." John smiled at the memory of his old ship. Rose nodded her head.

"How does he look this time?" She asked. "Does he have two heads yet?" They laughed at their inside joke.

"I don't actually know. I woke up just as he finished regenerating." There was a silence that followed. "But I do know, that every night he puts the TARDIS into orbit around the moon and just sits and thinks about you, me, Pete and even Jackie. Hoping that were all okay," John told her reassuringly. He had, many a time, dreamt that he was sat on the floor of the TARDIS, legs hanging out the doors, orbiting the moon. And all he would do in these dreams was think; think about Rose and her family.

Rose lent against John and sighed, not feeling sad anymore. Just happy. Happy that she had her husband, her very own Doctor, even if he wasn't the full package.

It's kinda cute the last sentence. I love their relationship. But the next chapter shall be happy! I am determined to make a happy chapter! So until next time! (p.s. drop a little review please?)