"No…no…no! We covered this shit earlier. You do not get to start that again and I'll not be allowing you to return anything we purchased," Amy says adamantly while stomping her foot, "You look so good in all of it. Also you'll be needing nice things now. Jon's a tenured professor at a prestigious University. As his wife you'll have to go to all the same boring kinds of things Rory makes me go to. You can't do that in 20 year old jeans and jacked up trainers Rose. I know I act immature a lot of the time, but I'm a proper adult when I have to be for Rory and you are going to have to do that for Jon as well. It's all part of being in a relationship, so you need to get over this issue with spending Jon's money. He's to be your husband and what's his is yours and vice versa that's how it works, so just…get over it!" Amy shouts at her.
"Amy, I don't think that's really fair and you don't get to speak to me that way," Rose says hotly.
"You know what? Yes, yes I do. I love you and I love Jon and do you honestly think you're the only one freaked out by what's happening? Do you think you're the only one who's had their world flipped upside down and inside out this last week? Jon is scared shitless. He's never been in love before and his first experience with it is this wacky Twin Flame Vulcan mind meld thing. You don't think that's freaking him out? How about the fact that Rory just finished his exams and now he's been given a medical case that no one has ever seen before and just to top that off…it's his friends…his family Rose! You and Jon are relying on him to help you figure this out! You don't think that's scary for him? Jack, Donna, Clara and me…this affects every one of us, so quit being so…so…selfish and single minded. This isn't just about you. Jon wanted to do something nice for you, because he loves you and you have NOTHING. That jerk in your flat destroyed everything you owned Rose! I will not stand here and let you're stubborn and self pitying shit hurt Jon do you hear me? You said you wanted to be with him, said you wanted to stay with him forever, well this is part of that so you better learn real fast how to fucking deal with it!" Amy yells, turning away to the University doors.
Jon and Rory start making their way to the front of the building. They are almost to the front doors when it happens, brown and green and red floods his vision and it's as if an ice pick has been shoved through his ear into the center of his brain. The visual and physical assault of her emotions almost drops him to the floor but Rory catches his arm and holds him up.
"Jon? Hey man, what just happened there?" Rory asks, "You okay?"
"Yeah, okay now, but Rose is…not happy," he says hastening his approach outside. He knows she's out there and she is not pleased about something. Just then they see Amy walking through the front doors and she is pissed off.
"Amy? What's wrong? What's happened? Where's Rose?" Jon rushes out.
Amy walks over to Rory, grabs his hand, looks at Jon and blows out a deep breath, "Everything…A lot…Outside," she says clipped and snarky, turning into Rory so he can hold her.
She didn't mean to yell at Rose like that but this whole money thing is stupid. It's not worth spending time being upset over at least not when they have real issues to manage. Jon's money is not going away. Not unless Rose donates it all to charity and she doesn't see Jon going along with that. So Rose needs to put on her big girl knickers they purchased today and get the fuck over herself; bigger fish to fry, larger issues on the horizon blah…blah…blah and all that jazz.
Rose is at first angry, Amy has no right to yell at her like that. Then, as she listens to what Amy is saying she feels like crap. This whole thing has taken its toll on everyone and she is only thinking of herself. Rory had to study and pass his exams while trying to help her and Jon. Amy has been incredibly helpful. She's the only one who would have even thought about the Twin Flames thing and she's even coming up with ideas how to control it or at the very least understand it. Donna, Jack, Clara…even Matt to a lesser extent have all provided time and support and she's what…throwing a temper tantrum about shopping? Amy's right about the fact that she had nothing. She didn't even have extra clothes. Well…she probably did have clothes still, but she was too much of a coward to even go and look at the remains of her belongings from the flat. Rose turns to head into the building, she needs to apologize to Amy and she needs to get a grip on herself. Just as she turns to head in she sees Jon quickly making his way out the doors. She rushes to Jon tears already starting to fall by the time he wraps his arms around her.
"What's happened Rose? You two were fine earlier," he asks as she falls into him.
She's not sobbing, not even crying hard, but still she's crying and he doesn't want that ever. She doesn't want to tell him why Amy is upset with her. Rose understands being upset over money is stupid…she does know that, but well knowing something doesn't necessarily change anything does it? The edges of his vision change to silver and lilac. She's embarrassed and worried but at least not it's angry/anxious and shame/doubt anymore.
Jon holds her just a touch tighter and whispers in her ear, "Rose Love, whatever's happened you can tell me okay? You don't need to be embarrassed."
Stupid, Stupid, STUPID FUCKING ROSE BRAIN! Now she has to explain to Jon and it's going to be a conversation about his money and he's going to get upset as well because it's not like he can just decide to be poor tomorrow and shouldn't it be harder for him to accept her being poor than it is for her to accept him being rich and now he's just…oh…oh shit!
"Jon I'm…oh I'm so sorry I didn't…I…that was an accident I didn't mean to do that," she rushes out as she tries desperately to regain control of her wayward emotions.
He has both hands against the sides of his head and his eyes are closed tightly as he takes in ragged breaths. The more she calms herself the easier his breathing becomes. Jon removes his hands from the side of his head and tries to smile at her. He knows it's weak...the smile. Jon says, "It's okay Rose, we'll figure this out. Just…what's happened to upset you both so much?"
She's explaining to Jon what happened when Rory and Amy leave the building and start walking towards them. Jon sees red at the rim of his vision. He feels her anxiety ratchet up and grabs her hand trying to calm her, slightly red still but it's much better, mostly lilac and silver.
(Deep breath in, deep breath out) "I'm sorry Amy. I didn't mean to upset you and I really do appreciate everything you and Rory have done," Rose rushes out as they walk up.
"It's fine Rose. Let's just go. It's getting late and we can discuss everything back at Jon's flat," she says tersely, walking to the car.
Once everyone gets back into the flat Jon directs them to the living room. "Right…who wants to go first? We have test stuff to cover and whatever is happening here," Jon says waggling his finger between Rose and Amy, "to deal with. Where would you like to start?"
Amy stands, squares off her shoulders and says, "I'm sorry I yelled Rose. I shouldn't have done that, but don't you see what you're doing? You have been given a gift. I'm not talking about all the mind-melding shit either. Jon doesn't care that you have no money, he doesn't care about your past or where you're from or anything but you…this you…the person you are right now. Do you have any idea how long Rory has had to wait for me to get my head out of my own arse? 7 years he's been waiting for me…7 years! You were handed the love of your life in seconds…seconds Rose! You have no idea how rare and special that is and what do you do? You try and run, you make excuses for why you can't or shouldn't have this, you focus on petty things that don't matter in any way! Well guess what? It's too late. There is nothing you two can do now. You can't sabotage this Rose…no matter how hard you try. Do you know why? Because he loves you and because you love him and it's too fucking late now! So all I want is for you to just accept that and quit trying to…I don't know…break it or run from it or deny it or whatever the hell else your messed up thinking is doing…just stop! Honestly the sooner you accept all of this the sooner you'll be able to control whatever is happening," Amy says softly.
As Amy rants in front of her Rose focuses on shutting herself down. She hasn't had to do this since Jimmy, but she's worried that she'll assault Jon with her emotions again if she doesn't. She's listening to Amy and moderating her breathing, clearing her mind, trying to focus on nothing. Her breathing is steady, calm and her pulse has slowed down to a normal level. She's trying to keep her eyes open and continues listening to Amy ranting.
Once Amy finishes Rose stands up (Deep breath in, deep breath out) and says, "Amy you are right. I am focusing on the wrong things and I'm sorry. I've not had money like this before. This whole thing is new and scary and I know it's scary for all of us not just me. I cannot promise to not think or feel like this again but I promise I will try to be more accepting of everything and I will try to remember that we are all being affected by this situation. I was being selfish and single minded and focused on the wrong things. I'll do my best to adjust my behavior accordingly. I hope that we can put this behind us and move forward because I do know how much Rory and you have helped and I know we still need your help. If that's all I think I'd like to go lay down," she says flatly. Her voice is devoid of any emotion the entire time. Rose looks about the room, no one has said anything so she heads for Jon's room.
As Amy rants and raves at Rose, Jon tries to keep up with the flood of emotions he feels coming from his girlfriend, colors and feelings changing rapidly until everything just stops. It's quite jarring actually, to have silence in his head again. He looks over to Rose, sees her monitoring her breathing and checking her pulse rate on her wrist covertly. She's paying attention to Amy but seems so far away at the same time. He doesn't know what's happening now, why he can't feel her in his head anymore and he's starting to panic. Is it broken? The link or…or whatever it is or…was it's just gone now. Everything in his head is quiet and…well…back to normal. No light pink Rose spot, no colors or emotions swirling about…no electrical sensation crawling over his skin. Rose doesn't seem aware of his distress either, so broken for both of them? Jon's lost the narrative of the conversation, too focused on why it's all of the sudden just stopped. The next thing he knows Rose is walking away and Amy and Rory look…well shocked. Something happened and he missed it. He can't ask right now because he needs to ask Rose if it's gone for her too and he's up and chasing her down the hall and into their room.
"What was that?" Amy asks, looking at Rory completely gobsmaked, "She was like a robot or something…pod person…invasion of the body snatchers…maybe she was drugged or something? I can believe almost anything after this last week," Amy rushes out.
"I…well, I think Rose knows how to control her emotions better than we thought Amy. She seemed composed, not angry or upset. Maybe she understood what you were saying and is trying to do what you asked?" Rory responds skeptically.
Amy gives him a look that shows she clearly thinks he wrong…not just wrong but reaaaallly wrong. "I love you Tiger," she says, "But sometimes you are so daft it's comical. That was Rose's voice and it was coming from Rose's mouth, but that was not Rose. Did you not see her eyes? She was completely vacant. It was like she was on auto pilot or something and don't you find it odd that Jon said nothing that whole time? With all of this emotion sharing happening between them he didn't react at all," she says deep in thought.
Jon takes in the appearance of his girlfriend. He cannot feel anything from her but he can still read her. Sad, ashamed, scared, anxious, angry, worried and completely lost he thinks as he walks over and takes the chair next to her. He doesn't touch her (as much as he wants to), doesn't say anything (as much as he wants to) and just waits for her. He waits for at least 5 minutes in complete silence. She doesn't look at him, says nothing the entire time and he's a wreck internally. He thinks the link is either gone completely (he's unsure how he feels about that) or Rose has somehow found a way to shut it off (he's not sure how he feels about that either).
"Rose," he says quietly, tentatively, "What's happened? I can't…you're not there anymore. That spot in my head…it's…I can't feel anything from you," he says quietly.
(Deep breath in, deep breath out) "I know. You're not in my head either, it's just quiet," she says.
"Did you…is that something you did? Turned it off or…I don't know…blocked me out?" he asks.
She's carefully moderating her breathing, still has two fingers on the pulse point of her wrist and she looks…empty Jon thinks. His Rose doesn't seem to be there, just a shell of a girl that looks like her. She's completely flat…her voice, her posture, her words, even her speech cadence has changed…none of it is her and that crushes him. He thinks he understands what she did now.
"I think so. I'm pretty sure it was me anyways. I'm not a genius or anything though so I could be wrong. It's not an uncommon occurrence," she says with no emotion or inflection.
"Can you fix it? Make it work again or turn it back on? Reverse whatever you did?" he asks rushed, worried and scared. Is she going to leave him now? Without the bond...thing she could. No sickness, no him in her head...she could run...and scared has been moved up to fucking terrified.
"Do you really want that?" she asks her voice monotone.
Does he want that? If she can keep it turned off permanently would he want that? It is a relief not having someone else constantly in his head or being assailed with someone else's feelings all the time, but does he want it gone permanently? No. he doesn't want it gone. Jon knows they just need time to work out the kinks and oddities of the bond? He likes bond better than re-joining he thinks. Yep…he's going with bond.
"Yes Rose, I want it back…if you can that is," he says soft but determined.
"Why? Why would you want that? It was one thing when we didn't have a choice about it, but now we do," she says with no emotion in her tone or features.
"If you have the choice Rose…" he stops. Jon's terrified to ask her because he thinks he knows what she's going to say and he doesn't know how he'll respond to that. He sees her stand and walk over to the piles and piles of bags in the center of the room and she sits down right in the center of them.
"If I have the choice to stay like this or go back, which would I choose? That's what you're afraid to ask right?" she says flatly, toying with the bags in front of her.
Jon doesn't respond, it's a rhetorical question. Instead he sits next to her and takes her hands in his. "All I want Rose is for you to be happy…That's it. Whatever that entails is what I want. If you'd rather keep this thing turned off between us…fine. I don't need this bond to work to know I love you or that you love me. It's too late to hide that now...we both know that. This though," he says waving his hand in front of her, "this is not my girlfriend. I get it, I do. You've managed to put yourself in a meditative state, one that somehow allows you to turn off emotion but still be able to respond and act. Is this something you learned to do when Jimmy had you? It would make sense yeah? Physical pain is momentary, goes away when the stimulus stops, but the emotional pain…well that's just always there isn't it? It never stops, never goes away and that is what really kills a person," he says, his thoughts drifting to River.
Jon looks at Rose again and he sees it then, that same vacant look in her eyes that River had before taking her own life. He thinks he should be angry when he sees it, that look on his Rose. But he's just sad and a little more than scared she's going to walk out on this now that she knows she can turn it off. No time like the present he thinks to himself. If she's going to leave he'd rather she did it now.
"Since I can't tell what's going on in that lovely head of yours right now you're actually going to have to talk with me Rose. This bond is turned off and if you think you can keep it off…Do you…are you leaving now? No awful pain in our heads and it's probably safe to assume that we won't get sick. We were apart all day and we're fine and that was with the bond intact. So if you're going to leave…I'd…well I'd like to know sooner than later," he says just as flatly as her responses have been. She's not the only one who's learned that trick.
Part of her does want that. There's a part of Rose that wants to run and hide from this. She could leave, go somewhere new, let Rose Tyler die and start all over with a new life. Before all of this, before Jon took her hand, she had her life down to a manageable level of discomfort. She thinks all she does is ruin people. She ruined her dad and her mum, ruined any relationship she'd ever had really. She's going to ruin Jon too if she stays and Jack and Amy and Rory and Clara. She's never had someone come into her life she hadn't ruined. For all she knows Jimmy may have been a good bloke before he met her. It's her. She's cursed or too broken or too damaged or wrong…or something. At a certain point in your life you have to wonder if it's everyone else that's the problem or if it's you. When Rose looks back at her relationships all she sees is her destroying every one of them. It's never intentional but that doesn't change the outcome does it? She's a fuck-up, has always been one, maybe she's not meant to be more than that?
Jon watches Rose closely as she considers what he's said. It's bothersome that it's taking her this long to respond. He thought she'd say the same as he did. It's too late to go back now. They can't change what's already happened…what they already know…just like they can't go back and change the reasons they are who they are now. They've had that conversation already so he knows she knows that too. He can feel the panic attack coming on…his breathing hastening, his pulse skyrocketing, the cold sweat forming on his temples and forehead as she continues to stay silent next to him. As nice of a respite as it has been to be alone in his head he desperately wishes she'd fix this…reconnect them or…or…restart the bond or whatever it was she did. Just as he has that thought he is flooded with pain…emotional pain…no colors or physical pain…just the overwhelming emotions of his Rose in that moment.
He doesn't know whether to cry at the happiness he has that she let him back in or scream at the amount of pain she's pushing onto him. Jon does neither. He pulls Rose into his lap and holds her, waits for the storm to pass, waits for her emotions to even out and tries pushing back on her everything he feels for her. He's hoping it will help calm her and not exacerbate the issue causing her to shut down again. Rose cries for what must have been several hours, with the amount of pain she was broadcasting (He doesn't think she was pushing on him. It was just too much pain to keep contained…he thinks) it really felt as if it would never fucking stop. She's there though, back in that spot in his head. It's different now, she's not a color just a feeling…a little tickling sensation.
"I'm sorry," she says quietly, her voice hoarse from crying.
"I know you are Rose," he says just as softly, "I…please don't do that again. It's…I don't know how to describe it other than sheer terror Rose…so please do not block me again okay?"
"I'm sorry," she says quietly again.
"It's new information at least. I mean the last few hours weren't pleasant by any means but at least we learned something new," he says trying for positive. She stays silent though, "You were…you were going to leave weren't you?" Still she stays silent. He doesn't need her to answer now, he may not see the colors anymore but he can certainly feel her emotions and guilt is the most noticeable.
"I can feel you again…in my head. Can you…am I back in yours too?" he asks quiet, still holding her on the floor amidst the bags filled with the shit that caused this whole fucking mess to begin with.
"Yes. I'm sorry Jon," she says so quietly he's straining to hear her.
He's angry; she can feel it, both in the rigidness of his body and in her head. His primary emotion is not anger though. Love is what she feels strongest and then hurt, then anger and after that it's a mess of confusion and anxiety. As she takes stock of his emotions she realizes that she's not being flooded with them, they are just…there. The emotions are easily discernible from each other and her vision isn't all wonky colored.
"Is this…do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing? Did I…when I turned it off…did I…do you think I broke it? Cause it's different now yeah? Or is…is it only me?" He can feel her anxiety ramping up along with shame and guilt and…oh, a lot of self recrimination.
He can feel her anxiety ramping up along with shame, guilt and…oh, a lot of self recrimination. "No it's different for me too Rose. There uh…I don't see colors anymore but I can still feel you…there in my head I mean. I can still feel what you're feeling and its…easier maybe…to tell what the emotion is. Before it was like being hit with a wave, the colors almost blinding and it was like I felt everything you were feeling. Now though, it's…"
"Separate," she says still quiet, "I can tell what's mine and what's yours now. I could before too but it was…I don't know more…squished together I guess. Now I know what I'm feeling and what you're feeling and they are…not squished," she says on a sigh. She's calmed now; he can feel it and its calming him down too.
"So…are we going to talk about what happened tonight?" he asks her gently. She doesn't say anything. "I'm going to take a giant leap and assume it has to do with…well all of this…stuff?" he says, taking in the amount of bags and stuff littered about them.
"It's a lot huh?" she finally replies, "Too much. I shouldn't have bought all of this I know, but Amy…she's like a…a…shopping…guru…or junkie…or…I don't know…an evil shopping fairy queen or something," she says and he can feel the start of a smile pressing against his shirt.
"That's my fault. I should have warned you what shopping can be like with her, I'm sorry. I just thought…well…I just assumed all girls did that kind of thing," he says, pulling her up with him and walking back to the chairs. He sits down, pulls her into his lap so that she is straddling his legs, entwines both their hands together and says, "So tell me what happened with Amy today."
(Deep breath in, deep breath out) "I don't know really. One minute everything was fine and the next she's gone all psycho girl yelling and freaking out on me," Rose says in a huffy tone.
"It's not like Amy to get upset over nothing Love, something must have happened," he presses.
"She was angry that I said I spent too much money. Honestly that's all I said and then she just…freaked out and started yelling at me. We got back to the flat and she yelled at me more…you heard that bit though," she says feeling like shit. She knows Amy was right about the things she said, but still…she didn't have to be so mean about it.
"It sounded as if it's about more than money Love," he responds sweetly, leaning in to kiss her lightly.
"Well yeah, but that's what set her off, the comment about me spending too much money today. She thinks I'm being selfish and single minded, not taking into consideration how this bond thing is affecting everyone. She's partly right, I didn't really think about how this was going to affect anyone but you and me," she says quietly and he can feel how ashamed she is.
"Just because you're perfect to me…for me, does not make you a perfect person Rose," he says, "None of us are perfect people. Try looking at this money thing more like…well like you've won the lottery yeah? One day you have no money and then the next day BOOM…overnight millionaire. The only differences between that situation and this one is that you're millions are actually billions and come with a boyfriend who's desperately in love with you as well," he says, kissing her again; because he can, because she is his and he loves her, "When you were younger Rose, when you would hang out with your friends...before Jimmy and before you moved out from your mums…did you ever sit around and talk about what you would do if you had money?"
"You mean like if I had a million dollars I'd buy my own island? That kind of stuff?" she asks.
"Yes…exactly. So if you had a million dollars to do with as you please…what would you do now?" he poses to her.
Initially, the silly ideas of her youth come to mind. She thinks of things like buying islands and fancy trips, then more adult but still unrealistic ideas like world peace and ending hunger. Eventually her thoughts come back to what Amy had said to her. "I could…," she trails off and he knows she's embarrassed to say whatever it is she's thinking. She believes he'll think she's daft for what she really wants to do.
"Whatever it is Rose, I'll not ridicule you for it. We all have wishes," he says light and soft.
Rose closes her eyes and rests her forehead to his, "Do you?" she asks softly.
This is the bit about dating Rose Tyler he has figured out. He doesn't need the bond for this part. Jon understands that if he asks her something that requires vulnerability she will require the same of him. He's okay with that really. Jon wants her to know what his dreams and hopes and wishes are, wants her to be there when they are granted and wants her to be part of everything he has, is or will become. "Of course I do. I wished for you," he says so quietly she almost thought…but no…she had to have heard him say it out loud…right? He senses a moment of confusion and then embarrassment as she flushes from his words. "I did you know…wish for you. Well…maybe not you Rose Tyler specifically, but I wished for someone. I wished to not be alone anymore. I wished for someone to love me…this me…broken and scared and unsure and just…me. I wished to be happy…finally happy," he says eyes closed, forehead still pressed to hers. "And it happened. Somehow the universe granted my wishes in the form of a lovely, bright, beautifully broken you. And even though there's all this…stuff," he says shrugging his shoulders, "I am finally happy. I was given you and…that…well that means wishes can come true. So tell me Rose Tyler what do you wish for?"
He feels her embarrassment spike quickly and a wave of arousal shoots through him. He smiles, leans in to kiss her, small and slow and sweet and perfect. "Yes…that's on my wish list as well," he says teasingly as another wave of her embarrassment rocks through him, "I was however referring to wishes outside of the bedroom…although…we can definitely come back to those." It's her turn to feel the wave of arousal and she pulls back from his face, opens her eyes and smiles at him wide and teeth and tongue and…happy. He loves her smile, wants her to always, always look at him like that...with a smile and that light in her eyes that says he just handed her the moon and stars from the sky.
"Well…I…Amy and I were talking earlier…okay not so much talking as her lecturing me but she said…(Deep breath in, deep breath out) She mentioned maybe…going back to school…or…um…that maybe I could start a charity or something…you know for kids who are going through…what I went through," she stammers out clumsily.
As soon as the words are out she wants to take them back. She's so stupid! Stupid, Stupid, Stupid FUCKING ROSE BRAIN! She's not even gotten her A-levels. How could someone like her ever accomplish anything like that? She was never meant to be anything more than a shop girl and wouldn't her mother just have a field day with her thinking she could do more, be more. Jon immediately feels regret and shame and self-doubt crawling through him. It makes him instantly enraged that she feels like that about herself. Anger courses through him and for a moment he wishes he had fucking killed Jimmy at the prison.
Rose feels his anger spike and it cuts through her self-loathing enough to pull her from it. The bond allows her to feel his anger but it doesn't let her know what he's angry about. She starts to pull back from him, tries to remove herself from his lap and his arms but he holds tighter to her not allowing her to move. He knows she can feel how his anger spiked and he also knows she thinks it's because of her, which is why she is currently trying to get away.
(Deep breath in, deep breath out) "I'm not angry with you Rose," he says softly, patiently and she stops squirming in his arms, "I'm angry that people have made you think of yourself in such a way. You can do whatever you want…well…within reason of course. I mean it would be silly to say…try and be an astronaut or start working on string theory…or join the Olympics…but going to school…working with underprivileged kids or abused girls…You'll be brilliant Rose Tyler."
"Really?" she says on a whisper, "Do you…I…you would let me do that? Go to school and…start a charity or whatever? You'd really let me?" A small burst of excitement tempered with a lot of…restraint and…nervousness flits through him.
"No I won't LET you. I will however support you and help you achieve…whatever it is you want Rose. I do not own you…you are not my property or a…pet," he knows what her argument is going to be and he puts his mouth to hers to stop it. He pulls back from kissing her, "Yes, I know…It's my money. But really once we're married and I'm hoping that will be sooner rather than later," he smiles at her, "it will be our money. It's not as if you don't know that I love you or that I don't know you love me is it? That is honestly one of the best things about this bond. You know and I know…without doubt or any uncertainty whatsoever that we love each other. To me, signing a piece of paper just makes that legal. I also know you're going to say that you have no idea how to do these things…that as well is a non-issue. I have teams of attorneys and accountants to help figure it all out…and the school thing…if that's something you really want to do…I can help with that too. Genius me…remember," he says happily.
(Deep breath in, deep breath out) "Okay…I'll…try to get over the money thing and…I…can we really look into the foundation or charity or whatever?" she asks and he can feel the excitement again. Only this time it's not clouded by fear or self doubt…its pure excitement.
"Absolutely, I can call my attorneys tomorrow and see what needs to happen if you'd like," he senses her excitement ratchet up and she cannot contain the smile that spreads over her features. Then he feels it. A small little thing in the back of his head…fear…real fear. Not anxiety or nervousness…but real fear. It causes his breath to catch, he looks up to her and sees that she knows he can feel it. He doesn't ask her what it's about…just waits patiently for her to tell him.
"My mum," is all she says.
"What about her?" he asks.
"If Jimmy…since Jimmy has been dealt with I…I want to go see her. It's been 10 years and I…miss her," she says sadly, all excitement from a moment ago washed away in her fear and sadness.
"Okaaayyy…easily remedied," he says, "Saturday we'll go to London, see your mum. If there's time I'll have the attorneys meet up with us and go over the other stuff too. If there's not, I'll have them come here on Monday," he shrugs his shoulders. She smiles at him then. It's beautiful and wide and teeth and lips and real and she's so happy in that moment. He stands, picking her up with him, wraps her legs around his waist, carries her to the bed and lies down on top of her. "I," he kisses her, "Love," another kiss, "you, Rose Tyler," punctuated by a longer kiss. "I also rather like the fact that you're so easily," he pushes himself onto her so she can feel his hardness, "pleased," he whispers, his mouth covers hers.
Jon starts to deepen the kiss when he hears it; Knock, Knock, Knock. He pulls back from Rose, pouts at her as he climbs from the bed to answer the door. Amy is standing there, head down, no eye contact and twirling a strand of her long ginger hair around her finger. Jon looks back over to Rose, her head also down and not looking at Amy while she twists the covers in her hands. "Right then…I'll just let you two ladies…talk or you know…whatever girls do when they…fight," he says rushing from the room wanting no part in whatever is going to take place in there.
Amy steps in, shuts the door, walks over to the bed and sits beside Rose. "I'm sorry that I yelled at you and I'm sorry I said you are selfish. You're not Rose. You are one of the most caring and compassionate people I know. I was just…"
"Amy," Rose says interrupting her, "it's…it's fine really. I wasn't thinking of everyone else. You weren't wrong about that and you're right about the money as well. It's just…you know what? We both acted horribly yeah? We've both apologized, can we just…you know forget that it happened?" Rose looks up and sees Amy release a breath and smile.
"Yeah, that'd be wonderful," Amy says on a relieved sigh.
Rose wants to tell her about going to see her mum, about maybe going back to school and starting up a charity like she suggested. Instead she points to the large pile of bags and says, "Great! Now that we're talking again and not mad at each other…you get to help put all that shit away." It will take some time to get all her new things sorted and she'll talk to Amy about the other stuff while they're doing that…mostly because if Rose has to stare at all that shit covering her bedroom floor, she'll go crazy. Neat, organized, orderly…she still needs those things in her life and right now sorting and cleaning and organizing is exactly what she needs to calm herself she thinks. She grabs Amy's hand and pulls her over to the piles of bags. "Right so this is how we're going to do this…" Rose says looking at the mass of bags.
Jon can hear Rose and Amy from the other side of the door and he's relieved its laughter and lessons on organization rather than yelling and crying. He decides to let them be and makes his way to the living room.
"Do you and Jon even own hand tools," he hears as he makes the corner to the living room. Jon freezes in his spot, takes in the mess before him and smiles. When Rose said Amy went crazy shopping he didn't really think so. What was on their bedroom floor didn't seem like a lot to him. At least not for someone who's starting from nothing like Rose is, but as he takes in the mass of shit in the living room he understands a little more of Rose's hesitancy about the trip. Not that he minds the amount of stuff that was purchased and he's sure girls need all this…stuff…but well…Amy may have gone a touch overboard for Rose's first time out with an unlimited card.
"Well, this explains a little more of what happened today," Jon laughs. Rory and Jack both startle at the intrusion of his voice and smile back to him.
"Yeah I told Amy she may have gone a little overboard," Rory says, "But that's who she is and I wouldn't change anything about her…even the shopping," he sighs, looking at the mass of stuff.
"Jack, how'd it go at the shop today?" Jon asks, his voice reaching that high note quality he hates so much. He hopes Jack was able to find a decent replacement for Rose because Jon has a feeling she won't be going back to the shop. He is delighted at the idea that she wants to go to school, happier that she is interested in starting this foundation for…well he's not sure but he's excited for her.
"Actually it went really well. I hired a young man for Rose's position, Ianto Jones. He's very yummy as Clara puts it," Jack smiles.
He sees Jon release a breath, "That's good…very good. Is he more than yummy? I mean he'll be able to properly manage the shop? Did you…uh…did you tell him it may be a temporary position?" Jon rushes out.
"Yes Jon, it's not as if I'd hire him just because he has a great ass, though he does. He'll be great. He has management experience and makes the best coffee I've ever had. As for the temporary thing, I did tell him that the young lady who he's taking over for will be back," he trails off, seeing Jon pale at his words.
"Jon? What's wrong? Is Rose okay?" Jack rushes to ask him.
"Yeah…no…she's fine. She's back in the room with Amy organizing and I don't know…whatever girls do after they have a fight. It's just," he trails off. He's worried Jack is going to be upset that Rose isn't coming back. Jon remembers him saying he was worried he'd lose her completely once they met and he feels like he's taking her away, but…well it's in Rose's best interest. It's not that he feels there's anything wrong with working in a shop, but Rose could be so much more, do so much more than manage ledgers and serve coffee.
"What's that look for then?" Rory asks.
"It's just…well Rose and I were talking about what happened today and…Idon'tthinkshe'scomingbacktotheshop," he rushes out. One hand pulling on his ear and the other is working away at the back of his neck.
"Well of course she's not coming back to the shop," Jack snickers at him, "Ya know Jon, for someone who's supposed to be a genius it can take you a while to catch on."
"Wait…what? What do you mean catch on?" he asks, his voice reaching that high note again.
"Come on, help us sort your girlfriends shit into to color coded piles, by room and function…whatever that means and I'll explain," Jack says laughing, shaking his head at the directions Amy had given them. "Did you really think that I'd allow Rose to come back to the shop now?" Jack asks flatly, "I mean, she's great and all. She did a wonderful job as manager and the shop would not have been successful without her. I get that. She has options now though doesn't she? Opportunities that she wouldn't have had before and Rose…she's meant to be more than a coffee shop manager," Jack sighs.
At first Jon's annoyed that Jack wouldn't have allowed Rose to come back, but it quickly dissipates. He knows Jack would let her come back if it's what she really wanted, so he lets the irritation pass. Well…it passes until he sees Jack twirling what Jon can only assume is Rose's new knickers on his finger. "Hey Doc, check these…"
Jon is up and grabbing them from Jack before he can finish the sentence. Possessiveness and rage, instant and white hot filling him and he cannot control the growl that escapes his throat as he rips the knickers from Jacks hand. It's only a second later Rose comes running into the room followed by Amy. She takes in the picture before her and sees Jon…with her new knickers clutched in his hand, hovering over Jack. Snarling at him like a…well…angry dog and she can't help it…she laughs as she realizes what must have happened. Rose walks over to Jon still laughing, grabs her knickers from him and stuffs them in the pocket of her jeans. She grabs his hand, entwines their fingers and she can feel his anger and jealousy fading...not so much with the possessiveness though, that seems to be a constant now.
"Apparently m'not the only one with some issues to work on," she says, reaching up kissing his cheek.
(Deep breath in, deep breath out) "Sorry Jack," he says trying to rein in his temper. It's easier with Rose holding his hand, helping to calm him.
"It's alright Doc," Jack says clearly amused by his reaction, "I need to remember about the uh…growling possessive thing. Just not used to it ya know. This…what are we calling it anyways?"
"Bond…we're going with bond," Jon says calmly, feeling better now that Rose is there and has her knickers away from Jack.
"Bond…yeah I like it. Anywhoooo…it'll take a bit of getting used to for all of us. I'll try and remember that flirting with Rosie's off limits now and that includes her knickers," Jack laughs and smiles.
Rory says, "Ya know Rosie, you could just hire someone to come and do all this for you. I mean you've known us long enough to know we're never going to get this all organized properly. It's more likely we'll just piss you off by doing it wrong after you've given clear and precise instructions on how to do it right."
"Yeah…you're probably right about that. I am rather particular about certain…things," Rose says embarrassed because it's true and she knows it. She can turn into a right proper Cee yoU Next Tuesday (as Clara puts it) when her things are not put away properly. Well…she thinks her things…but really it's all things...and she knows that.
"If I have someone come and do it for me…it will all just sit here till they come to do it. I'm afraid that will make me barmy and in turn I will drive you all mad as well," she says to the room.
"Easily remedied," Jon says smiling, "Have I said how utterly adorable it is that you are so easily pleased?" he says leaning down to kiss her.
"You may…um…that may have…come up earlier…yes," Rose responds when he pulls back from this kiss and she smiles at him. It's that smile with her tongue and he feels the flash of arousal course through him.
"Right…yes…I did say that earlier," he stammers out as the arousal dies down.
"And what is it you're trying to say now Doc," Jack laugh as he takes in the flush that has risen to Jon's skin and he physically shakes himself to regain his bearings.
"Right…easily rectified. Rose grab whatever you think you will need for tonight and tomorrow. The three of us," he says pointing to him, Rory and Jack, "will carry all the stuff from the bedroom and pile it out here with all this stuff…making one very large pile of…stuff. We'll head into London first thing tomorrow morning and while we're gone…someone will come here and follow…very carefully you're instructions on how to…you know…make this…better," he finishes waving his hands at the massive piles of…stuff.
Anxiety, fear, excitement and…OH definitely arousal flashes through him quickly. "Yeah, alright. It's late already and for me to do this properly it will take at least several hours. I mean if whoever we hire to do this…if they do it wrong…I can always fix it yeah? It will be like they pre-cleaned and pre-sorted everything. Like a…prep cook only…for my clothes," she giggles and he feels the happiness rush through him. He loves her smile, always wants her smiling and happy. He even thinks her obsessive orderliness and compulsive cleaning is adorable.
"Lovely," he says, "You just gather whatever you'll need for tonight and the trip tomorrow and we'll start pack-muling the bags from the room," he says kissing her lightly.
"You two are just so cute," Jack exclaims and Jon's not sure if he's teasing or being serious.
"Well let's get started then, it's already late and if we're to be driving to London tomorrow…By the way, why are we driving to London?" Rory asks.
"We're to meet Rose's mum Tiger," Amy replies pinching his bum.
Amy and Rose start going through bags digging out the necessary items and talking about what Rose should wear…she hasn't seen her mum in 10 years and she's nervous Jon can feel it, but it's the good kind of nervous, excitement and anticipation and he's flooded again with happiness from her. As Jack and Rory start ferrying bags from the bedroom Jon slips away and heads to the office. Behind a picture of the solar system is a small safe. He was going to do this tomorrow, thought he had at least another day to get it figured out and done properly…but well…times up isn't it? he thinks as he opens the safe. Jon becomes giddy with excitement as he pulls the box from the safe. He'd honestly believed this would never happen, so much so that at one time he'd offered it to Rory…who declined and now he's thankful that he did. Jon slips the box into his pocket and goes back to ferrying bags from the room.
Rose feels excitement and happiness rush through her. She has no idea what's gotten him so pleased but she can't help but become happier as that rushes through her. This emotion thing is like a feedback loop she thinks. He feels happy so she feels happy so he feels happier and she feels happier and on and on. She's pleased the overwhelming aspect of the bond seems to have calmed down. It's almost like she only feels Jon now when she focuses on it or if it's a very strong emotion.
"Right then…all moved. The rooms cleared out, safe for sleeping in without driving my girlfriend crazy," he smiles, holding his hand out to help her up from the floor.
"I'm sorry…I know it's a bit…" Rose starts to say.
"No, it's great…cute…afuckingdorable as Amy would say," he says, pulling her in for a kiss, "Off to bed, early morning, long day, night all," he rushes out dragging Rose behind him.
Rose starts laughing as soon as he slams the door closed behind her. He's really happy and excited about something and it's making her kind of giddy in response. "What's was that all about," she asks still laughing and headed towards the bed.
"Naked, naked, naked…want you naked right now," he says pulling clothes from her body, "Jacks playing with your knickers, Amy and you fighting, happy, sad, scared, anxious…I just want you naked now…please?" he says quickly.
"Okay, naked it is," she says, throwing her jimjams in the chair and proceeding to strip in front of him.
Jon pulls the box from his pocket, secrets it away under his pillow and starts pulling off his own clothes. He climbs under the covers and dims the lights just enough that they can still see each other. His heart races as Rose makes her way to the bed. She's completely naked and that alone is enough to make his pulse rise (as well as other things), but the thought of what he's about to do has him almost high from the excitement and anticipation. As soon as she's within reach he yanks her into the bed beside him. Jon crawls on top of her situating himself between her legs and starts kissing her; his tongue begging entrance to her mouth and hands in her hair as he rests himself over her on his elbows. He can feel how wet she is already and he hasn't even touched her, his cock already sliding through her folds. All day…this was all he wanted all day. He missed her so much while they were apart, then the drama with her and Amy…and all he wanted the whole time was this…her…naked under him, writhing against him and moaning his name.
Jon wanted to ask her first. He wanted to surprise her; give her his mums ring and then make love to her properly…slowly, like last night but she's already soaking wet and grinding herself against him, whimpering, begging for him. Her arousal mixing with his, the electricity sparking between them, he's not going to be able to wait and he drives into in one swift stroke.
"Oh God," she moans rising to meet him, "All day Jon, all I wanted all day was you," she says between gasps for air.
Jon can't speak, can't form words…this is going to be over way too fast and he knows he can't stop it. She's so close already. He feels her orgasm approaching and it's making his follow faster than he'd like. He reaches between them placing two fingers on her clit and starts rubbing firm circles while thrusting as fast and hard as he. "Mine, mine, mine, now, now, now faster more harder deeper never stop oh fuck please don't stop," he can no longer tell who's words belong to who. She's rising up to meet each thrust; he sinks his teeth into her throat, her muscles spasm and clamp down on his rock hard cock. He pushes in once more and bright white fills his vision as he cums inside of her for what must have been an eternity.
He moves to her ear and whispers, "I love you so much Rose. I love watching you like this, love making you cum, love that I can do this to you; you're so fucking beautiful Rose. She begins screaming loudly, his name and fuck and oh God as he feels her cum again. She definitely likes it when he talks he thinks, grinding again pulling another moan from her and he's still not softened. He thinks if she keeps screaming like that he's going to cum again and she starts grinding into him. It feels as if only a moment passes that she's doing that before he's lost in heat and lust and love and sweat and electricity and wet and Rose and he's cumming again.
This time when he comes back down, she's trying to catch her breath and he can hear a faint giddy laughter from her. He looks down at Rose, her eyes are closed, her mouth is closed and she has a huge smile on her face. She's not laughing…but he can hear that she is. A small amount of worry starts invading her post-orgasmic high and her eyes open to see Jon staring down at her. He's not overly panicked but she can feel that something has distracted him from their activities.
She looks up to him, "what's wrong," she asks small and quiet but happy.
"No…nothing's wrong…I just…I thought I heard you laughing is all, but you weren't. It's nothing…not important…never mind," he says kissing her. He has her distracted and reaches under his pillow for the box with his mum's ring in it.
Rose feels his excitement amp back up, but it's not…he's not excited about sex…this is…different. It's a happy, good excitement but not arousal. Jon pulls back and rises to his knees in front of her, the covers falling to the end of the bed when he sits up. She is wonderfully naked in front of him, his cock still inside of her, he can see where they're joined and it causes him to twitch inside her from. A burst of arousal flashes through him and her at the same time causing a moan to be ripped from her throat and his breath catches as she starts grinding herself against him again. He has the ring in his hand, out of the box and he thinks if he doesn't do this now he'll never accomplish it because he'll fall right back into making love to her again…especially if she keeps doing that.
"Rose Love," he says, placing his hand on her hip forcing her movements to still, "please…just…just for a minute yeah?" He sees her close her eyes and try to focus on pushing away the incredible amount of arousal coursing through both of them.
Once he feels her movements still and that Rose spot in his head calm down, he feels his own arousal lessening as well. Breathing…he focuses on breathing. He really wants to bend down and rest his forehead to hers, it's…comforting…safe. He wants to be able to see her though and wants her to see him, so he resists the urge to hide away while he does this. He looks down at her to make sure her eyes are open.
(Deep breath in, deep breath out) "Rose, I love you. Please marry me," he says softly, opening his hand showing her the ring.
Shock, excitement, happiness, and love rock through his body and he knows what she's going to say before she says it. Rose immediately sits up, wrapping her legs around his waist with him still inside of her; the new angle pulling him into her further and places her lips to his, "Yes," she hisses out against his lips, holding her hand out to him. He slides the ring on her finger just as she starts moving again and he has no time to say anything before her tongue is in his mouth and he's falling back on top of her.
Words, he decides are overrated. That Rose spot in his head is bright pink again but it's not taking over his vision. It's pink…pulsing and he can feel how happy she is as it courses through him feeding his own excitement. All Jon knows for the next several hours is color and heat and sweat and love and lust and teeth and skin and her and him and wet and OM MY FUCKING GOD it's just, "fucking brilliant," he says low and throaty into her ear as he cums with her. He falls to the side of her; she takes her spot on his chest and curls into him. Rose brings her hand up so she can look at the ring and Jon reaches to turn the lights up just a bit.
"It's beautiful," she says when she finally gets to see it, "When…how did you even have time to do this?"
(Deep breath in, deep breath out) "It's…it was my mum's ring," he says quietly and her happiness rushes through him.
"It's lovely," she says quietly, "perfect…you're perfect Jon," she says through tears.
"Yeah?"he asks, "I wasn't sure if…I didn't know if you'd want one of your own…a new one. I had this planned for tomorrow because I wanted to do it before we saw your mum. I thought…well I was worried she'd be upset. Not seeing you in so long and showing up with a boyfriend…thought she'd be less likely to be upset if you had a ring and we were engaged. I just…that's not the only reason of course but it's the reason I didn't do this properly. I didn't have a lot of time to come up with a proper proposal and then when we came in here I was going to do it then…but…well…things happened and then they kept happening and I thought I'd never get around to it if I didn't just do it then and It really wasn't how I'd planned but…I'm so happy you said yes Rose and I…I love you so much," he rushes the words out to her.
Rose crawls on top of him and looks down. She's familiar with the babble and rant method of dispersing information and she thinks it's adorable that he shares that with her. "It really is perfect Jon," she says. Her smile is wide and beautiful and he can feel how happy she is through the bond and he smiles back to her. "The ring…as well as the proposal," she says kissing him.
"You're not disappointed that it wasn't…I don't know…better planned?" he asks nervous and timid. She can tell he's anxious about how he proposed and she doesn't want that. For Rose it really was perfect. She's not a grand gesture kind of girl and thinks something like that would have likely made her uncomfortable.
"No…this was…it was perfect for us…who we are," she says softly, resting her forehead to his, "Your mum had wonderful taste in jewelry."
Jon hands are around her back pulling her fully onto him, her head resting in his neck and he can feel her warm breath right next to his ear. "Actually…my dad…he had it custom made for her…it's…well it's…the same ring he proposed to my mum with." He stammers out and he has no idea why he's so nervous. She's already said yes and he knew she would…they'd discussed it a handful of times already…but he's…not scared really…but something he can't quite place.
She can feel his distress. It's not overwhelming but it's there…noticeable. "Were you worried I'd say no?" she says softly, her breath catching for just a moment. He was…she knows because the blue Jon spot in head flared grey for just a moment.
"I…it's one thing talking about having a life and a whole other thing when you start to actually have that life isn't it? I mean, I knew you'd say yes because we'd talked about it already. I know I want this and I know I love you and because of the bond we have I know you love me…without question…but still…big step. I just…I'm happy you said yes and I was worried for a moment that you'd not like the ring or want…I don't know a different proposal," he says rushed and lightly panicked still.
"Nope," she says popping the p and he feels a rush of excitement go through him. She sits back up so that she's towering over his prone form and smiles down at him. "Jon," she says and stops.
"Rose," he says back smiling just as wide and that spot in her head that's just for him is bright blue again.
"We're to be married," she squeals in excitement. It rushes through him quick and so hard it takes his breath from him for a moment. She really wants this…wants him…she's agreed to be his wife and that…he can't breathe…he'd never thought…"Breathe Love," she giggles from above him, placing her hand over his heart.
He pulls her down beside him again, encircles her in his arms and buries his head in her neck. "Rose?" he asks, voice muffled from being buried in her hair.
"Yes Jon," she responds, holding out her hand so she can look at the ring and she's so, so, so happy right now. She pushes as hard as she can what she feels in this moment to him. Rose has no idea how much damage she may have caused earlier to the bond. She thinks its fine, better than actually. Now he's there all the time, she can still feel what he does but it's not overwhelming and it's easier to delineate between their emotions.
"How soon?' he asks quietly and she can feel his nervousness again.
"How soon what, Jon?" she asks, distracted by the ring she can't stop staring at. She can't help it; she never thought she'd have this.
"How soon do you want to be married?" he says quietly. He feels a rush of complete unadulterated joy push through him and that Rose spot in his head flares neon pink. The wave of emotion so strong it causes his breath to stall and his arms grasp her tighter.
"Tonight, tomorrow as soon as fucking possible," he hears her rush out, so excited the words all run together.
"Rose Love, if we were to have the ceremony tonight…don't you want our friends there…your mum?" he asks feeling high from the amount of emotion passing between them and the electricity coursing through his entire body. Jon chooses to not say that it's not even a possibility to do it that soon. She's so happy right now and he refuses to ruin her enthusiasm.
"What," he hears her say…and a feeling of shock rushes through him only minimally dimming the excitement and joy.
He laughs at the way her voice raises at least 2 octaves and says, "I said…"
"No…Jon…I know what you said but…you heard me? Tonight, tomorrow as soon as fucking possible…you…you heard that?" she says soft but quick.
"Well yeah…I'm right here and it was rather loud Rose," he laughs.
"But…," the excitement dims, anxiety is taking over as the prime emotion and he sits up so he can see her properly.
"What? What's wrong?" he asks quickly.
"I didn't…but I didn't say that though…I only thought it Jon...I didn't actually say the words out loud," she says and now he can feel fear again.
"Rose, it's likely another aspect of the bond presenting itself. Don't let it upset you. I'm sure we'll be discovering all sorts of new things as we learn more about it, as it gets stronger," he says trying to reassure her.
Her anxiety lessens, the fear dissipates and she's back to that light pink color in his head. "Try it again," he says excitedly.
"Try what?" she asks.
"Think something…anything. I just…I want to see if we can do it again," he says.
She feels his excitement ratchet up and it causes her to grin. I love you, I love you, I love you she thinks. "Anything?" she asks quietly.
"Nope…well not nothing…I can feel you pushing at me but I can't hear it like I did before and…I love you too Rose," he says, pulling her closer.
Giddy and happy and love and him and her and he's going to be her husband and …Amy…she needs Amy right now! She bolts from the bed, grabbing her jimjams from the chair so fast Jon has no clue where she even went.
"Rose…what…," he trails off when he sees her putting clothes on, "Clothes?" he pouts, "Why exactly are you wearing clothes? I thought we agreed to no clothes," he pouts again. She doesn't respond just smiles at him as she pulls her shorts on and then she's rushing out the door.
"Amelia Jessica Pond…get you bum out here right now," she yells through the door she's currently beating on.
Amy comes rushing to the door and it flies open, "Oh my God Rose you scared the shit out of us. We were sleeping what's the matter?" she rushes out as Jon comes to stand behind Rose happily grinning at Amy and Rory.
"What's wrong, what's happened, who's hurt," Jack says impatiently, rushing into the hall in just his pants.
Rose holds her hand out for Amy to see and it takes a second for it to register to her sleepy brain, "OH MY GOD!" Amy starts squealing, jumping up and down holding Rose's hand.
"I know right!" Rose squeals back in the same high pitched voice that Jack, Rory and Jon wish only dogs could hear.
"Now…just now he gave this to you?" Amy queries oozing joy and happiness.
"This is clearly a chick thing," Jack states not happy that he was woken up, turning back to his room and closing his door on the squealing girls.
"Ladies as lovely and wonderful as this news is…Congratulations by the way Jon, we have to drive into London tomorrow and I would really love some sleep before then. Amy my Love come back to bed and do this girlie thing tomorrow yeah?" Rory says tiredly.
"Yeah…fine. But you better be more excited when I say yes to you Rory Williams," Amy grins to him.
He's so tired, still incoherent from the way he was woken up that it takes a second to process what she said to him. "What?" he says, closing the door on an astonished Jon and Rose.
As Jon grabs her hand to pull her back to their room he thinks Rose is…amazing. Certainly different from any other person he's ever known. Anyone, he doesn't think it matters who they are would be focusing on the fact that he just heard her thoughts. She had a thought and he heard it as if she had said the words out loud…that is…well…pretty fucking cool! It's like a superpower he thinks. Rose wasn't thinking about that though. She wasn't rushing to get her best friend to talk about new cool super human powers…no she wanted her best friend to gush over the fact that he's proposed to her, had given her his mothers ring.
"Rose, don't you think we should have at least mentioned the telepathy to Rory and Amy? They are our…well Rory is our doctor, it's probably something we should have informed him of," he says sliding back into bed.
Rose slides into bed next to him and curls into his side, her head on his chest, her hand over his heart and shrugs her shoulders (as best she can in that position), "Meh…it's just more…stuff. Rory was tired and they were sleeping, no need to get into it tonight. Besides it will give you and Rory something to discuss on the drive tomorrow while Amy and I are making wedding plans," she smiles huge and wide and beautiful into his chest, "Also, you said it wasn't a big deal yeah? So why bother giving them the information tonight?" she says quietly and he can tell sleep is pulling her under and he allows it to pull him down as well.