-sigh- Hey. So, I'm trying to write….erm, about happy things. So, if it's a bit… not happy. I apologize, my great grandma only has three days to live.. And, I'm trying to distract myself. Follow me on tumblr: .com

Rose's eyes sparkled so lovely in the lighting, the Doctor looked into them to see his reflection and couldn't help but to notice the beauty in them. He brushed a hair that dangled in front of her face, out of the way of this view. Her gaze deepened, as she was being held in his comforting arms. He linked his arm into her, and gave her a wink. They skated a few more laps around the enchanting pond, then stopped to breath. Near an oak like tree, they sat for a rest. Rose took in a deep breath through her nose, 'Is that tea I smell?'

'Oh, yeah. Fancy a cuppa?' he asked.

'I'd love one.' She smiled as the Doctor pulled out a thermos from his backpack and two cups. He handed the drink to Rose as he began to dig through the bag. 'What?'

'Just looking for the basket—' he stopped, his eyebrows creasing together, digging deeper into the bag.

'What? Is it bigger on the inside?' she laughed, only for him to look at her with a wink. 'It is?' The Doctor finally pulled out a wooden basket that smelled of warm bread. 'Oh that's right, Time Lord Science.' She spoke with a mockingly tone.

They ate and drank their tea, nestled up against the oak. 'That was lovely, thank you Doctor.'

'It was nothing.'

'Doctor?'

'hmm?' he was curious to know what event they would take on next. He brought fishing poles, if they wanted to go ice fishing. He brought stuff to decorate a snowman of their own. They could even just take a walk. Rose's back was against his now.

'Can you tell me a story? Tell me about the adventures you had, while I was..' she adjusted her body, 'away.'

'I suppose, why do you want to hear?'

'Just wanna know what you were up to, while I was trying to find you—' he felt a bit guilty. Not trying to get back to her right away, not mourning over her a bit longer. But he couldn't. Not when the world needed saving, stupid bloody apes not giving him a moment to mourn over his sweet, sweet Rose.

'Okay, right, where do I begin?' He spoke softly as he explained about how Donna landed in the TARDIS, when Martha got jealous when he or someone else mentioned her name. When jack was concerned that she might have been dead. The Doctor spoke of how he met Alonzo and saved the world from a replica of the Titanic. He mentioned how a strange woman, who knew so much about him, and he knew so little. Gave her life to save everyone in the Library. Rive Song, her name was. He explained how the Master returned, the Ood sang, and the day he met Donna again. 'The most important woman in the world, other than you of course.' He looked around to see that Rose had fallen asleep.

Gently, he got up and picked her up. Holding her very carefully, he carried her back to the TARDIS. The creeky door sung open, and he walked inside. She closed the door for him as she carried her unconscious body to her room and laid her on her bed and tucked her in. Right when he was about to walk out, he noticed she had been holding his hand the entire time. Without a thought, he crawled in next to her, not letting go of her grip. He wrapped one arm around her, holding her with the other, resting his head against hers. The Doctor slowly closed his eyes, and rested with her. He wouldn't leave her side, not until she woke up.

'This girl is special. Completely different than anyone I have ever met. She makes my hearts—heart, pound. I sometimes think I act like a fool around her. I love her, and she loves me. I know that much, but I never want to loose her. Not ever. I want to ask her to marry me. Would she like that? Is Rose Tyler into that sort of thing? Marriage? I would never have thought of that, if I were, other me. But, I'm not. Marriage is an option here, but is it something she would want? And, if I do it, I have to do it properly. I have to get down on one knee, with a ring. And propose. I would want it to be unique, like her. Can't do it on the beach, or in a cookie, or anything like that. Maybe, I should have the TARDIS help me? She could, add on a room? Not just any room, the perfect room. I could paint a picture? What would I do for a ring? I have not a penny in my name, and I don't think the TARDIS gives out loans…' his thoughts were running through his head. 'Think, think, think!' One more pause in his mind, 'I know exactly what to do.'

I have an Idea of what I want him to do, with that clever mind and box of his…. It's going to be fantastic!