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It was late at night. Martha and Billy had long gone to bed and Rose should have been asleep herself, but found she was wide awake. This was the reason she and the Doctor were lying side by side in bed, asking each other various questions.

"Tell me something I don't know about you."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Who was your first kiss?"

Rose rolled her eyes. So that's what he was getting at. Even though they had grown up together, Mickey had done the same thing when they had officially started dating. "Marcus Malone. We were thirteen and he had no idea how to kiss. So basically, he ended smushing his lips against mine."

The Doctor nodded his head and then asked, "What about your first real kiss? A kiss that meant something?"

"Jimmy Stone," she replied quietly.

"The bloke you left school for?"

"Yep."

"How old were you?"

"Fifteen... He was nineteen."

"Seriously?" The Doctor sat up enough to lean on his elbows and look down on her.

"Have a problem with age differences, Doctor?" she teased. He didn't respond and instead just laid back down. "It was a pretty big mistake. I moved in with him two months later and then six months after that it was over."

Rolling onto his side, he asked, "What ended it?"

Rose took a deep breath, "Caught him foolin' around with another girl. That didn't surprise me or anything," she added when she saw the Doctor's eyes grow dark. "I knew he wasn't faithful. He was a musician and a total party guy. I knew he messes around, he just didn't usually do it at our flat. So when I actually caught him, he just shrugged it off and left me for her. It wasn't too bad, I had met her before and she was a right cow so it wasn't like she was better then me or nothin'. Although, I did feel a little guilty for never warning her how he could get after a few drinks. He also left me in debt and that was a pain to deal with."

"And how could he get after a few drinks?" the Doctor asked sharply.

"Just a bit violent. Never roughed me up too bad."

Rose suddenly found herself crushed into the Doctor's chest. "Rose, why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Like I said," she mumbled into his chest, "it was never too bad and I just don't think about it much anymore."

"I don't understand why you would stay with him for as long as you did."

"Cause I didn't think I would find anyone better. Didn't think I deserved better. But, then I met this strange man in the basement of my work. Turned out the strange man was a time traveling alien who ended up showing me I was worth so much more than I thought."

The Doctor cupped her cheek. "You are worth everything, Rose." With that he kissed her. Kissed her with such passion, Rose imagined he was trying to wipe away any trace of Jimmy Stone that might have lingered.

When they finally broke apart a few minutes later, Rose rested her head on his chest and said, "Tell me something I don't know about you."

"There's a lot you don't know, Rose," he replied sadly.

"Who was the first person you ever traveled with in the TARDIS?"

"Susan."

"Was she pretty?"

"Beautiful."

"Oh."

The Doctor smirked at his silly human as she tried acting nonchalant. "She was my granddaughter."

Now it was Rose's turn to sit up and look surprised. "Really? Susan sounds like a human name."

"Ah yes, she took on that name during one of our travels. Fascinated with humans, she was." He got a wistful look in his eye. "Her birth name was Arkytior."

"That's lovely," Rose said, loving the way his language rolled off his tongue.

"Her name meant Rose actually," he stated with a chuckle.

Rose laughed. "Seriously? I like her more and more."

"You would have," he said sobering up. "You would have really liked her."

Curling back into his side, Rose said, "Tell me more about her."

The Doctor watched the past version of himself and Rose from a few feet away and fought back the traitorous tears that threatened to fall.

"That was one of the best nights in 1969 by far," a familiar female voice said out of nowhere.

The Doctor looked to his right and saw the image of his pink and yellow human next to him. "Rose!" he exclaimed while lunging to grab her and hold her tight.

She backed away from him sadly. "I'm just an image. No touch."

"But... but..."

"I don't make the rules."

"But this is my dream! I should be able to touch you if I want!" he whinged, sounding like a petulant child.

She gave a light laugh, "I'm sorry, love. It's just the way it works."

"Now I know I'm dreaming."

"What do you mean?"

"You never called me love."

"No... But I always wanted to."

"Maybe." He shrugged. He would never know the truth since this is his dream version of Rose. Dream version or not he needed to make the most of his time with her. "I miss you." He then looked around and realised that they had moved to the couches in TARDIS library.

"Thought we might be more comfortable here," she told him, guessing his thoughts. "And I miss you too, by the way."

"You're dead, Rose," he said abruptly. "I was too late and now you're dead."

Rose fell to her knees in front of him. "Hush now. It was not your fault."

"How could you say that? Of course it was my fault."

"My Doctor. He always carries the weight of the universe on his shoulders and thinks every death is his fault."

"Most are," he said darkly.

"Stop it! You barely sleep these days, I don't get many opportunities to talk to you and I want to make the most of our time together."

"I'll sleep all the time if it means getting to see you, Rose."

She gave him a light smile and moved to sit next to him on the couch. "Tell me a story," she requested.


"Have you ever been in love, Jack? I mean for reals love. Not just shagging love."

"Once. Why do you ask?" The pair were lounging in the TARDIS pool while the Doctor was making some "necessary" adjustments to the TARDIS's navigational system. Jack claimed the Time Lord just couldn't control himself around Rose in her pink bikini.

"Just wondering..."

Jack didn't buy it. He swam up next to where she was sitting on a step and threw his arm around her shoulders. "Have you ever been?"

"I thought so," she answered softly. "If you had asked me a year ago, I would have said yes. But now..."

"But now you travel and live with a ruggedly handsome alien with a Northern accent and you've realised that the love you thought you felt before was nothing compared to what you feel now?"

Rose laughed at his accuracy. "Maybe," she said with a tongue and teeth grin. Her eyes widened as she added, "But don't you dare say anything, Jack Harkness!"

"Won't say a word, sweetheart," he promised. "But you should."

"I can't, Jack. He doesn't think about me like that. I mean, we're close and all, but he's a Time Lord and I'm just a silly ape."

"Rose, there are two things in this universe that I'm absolutely certain of. The first, I love to have a good time. The second, the Doctor loves Rose Tyler."

"I didn't believe you," Rose said appearing next to the future version of Jack, who was sitting on a lounge chair observing the old friends in their younger days. Jack felt tears prick his eyes as when he saw this version of Rose. The last time he saw the real version of her was back on the flight deck of the Valiant. Her body had been so bloody and broken she was practically unrecognisable. "Don't cry," she told him when she saw how upset he was.

"God, I miss you so much, sweetheart," he choked out.

"I miss you too."

"You know right? You know what's really happened to you?"

"I know," she said calmly before adding, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" he practically shouted. "What the hell are you sorry for? Rose, we were the ones... We were the ones who were too late in rescuing you. I should have started looking for you as soon as we arrived back to present day."

"Should haves... Maybes... What ifs... They really make no difference. This was always going to happen, Jack."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore."

Rose moved so they were sharing the same chair now. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything. Something amusing."

"Well then, Have I got a story for you. It was Martha's first trip in the TARDIS and the Doctor took us back to meet Shakespeare-"

Jack interrupted. "Shakespeare, huh? Always fancied meeting him."

"Trust me, Jack. You would have loved him."


"So what made you want to be a doctor?"

The three time travellers had just got back to the TARDIS after a long day of running for their lives. They had landed on a tiny plant called Belsar. The planet was supposed to be quite the tourist stop, seeing how the plant was filled with these lovely little hot springs which were supposed to have "healing" properties. The Doctor had claimed them to be complete rubbish on that front but were still nice to take a dip in. Only the TARDIS got the dates a bit wrong and they ended up getting there a few thousand years earlier in the height of Belsar's own revolutionary war against their oppressive government. There wasn't much they could do in terms of stopping the war. The Doctor claimed it had to happen and the end was still a few years off, but they were able to help some of the sick and wounded Belsarians.

The inhabitants were humanoid in shape, the only difference being their bright yellow skin tone. Martha had quickly stepped up to help under the guidance of the Doctor, who was able to inform of the biological differences she might encounter. Rose hadn't helped with the medical side, but instead sat and read stories to some of the orphaned children who had taken refuge at the base camp they had found. It had been a long, exhausting day and while they felt bad about not being able to do more, they were all glad to be back at the TARDIS.

"Dunno, really." Martha shrugged. "Just wanted to help people and I figured that would be the best route. Plus," she added, "I'm a bit of an overachiever."

The Doctor let out a laugh. "Martha Jones, you were brilliant today. Now I shall leave you ladies to your tea, while I go tighten up the spatial conductor on the console."

"Do you guys do that a lot?" Martha asked after he left the kitchen. "End of in the middle of war zones, I mean."

Rose took a sip of her tea before answering, "Not always. My mum once said that we went looking for trouble, but the Doctor told her that trouble was just the bits in-between. And he was right."

"Yeah, but he meant to take us to planet filled with hot springs, instead we were in the middle of a war zone. I'll be honest with you, I was terrified."

"So was I!" she laughed. "The hot springs would have been nice, but clearly we were needed at that base camp. Martha, today you helped save lives. If we hadn't been there to help who knows what might have happened."

"It's all just a lot to wrap my head around I suppose."

"Trust me, I know."

"I still have a hard time wrapping my head around it all."

Martha tore her eyes away from the women at table in the TARDIS and looked to the blonde woman sitting on the counter. "Rose!" she exclaimed.

Rose have a small wave. "Hello."

"Oh my god, am I dead already?"

"No, Martha. You're just sleeping."

"So you're a dream then?... You're really?..."

"I am," Rose said solemnly.

"It's not-" Martha bit back a sob. "It's not fair!"

"I'm sorry."

"I'm so tired, Rose. It's only been a week and I'm so tired. How am I supposed to do what the Doctor asked all on my own?"

Rose jumped off the counter and moved to face her friend. "Martha Jones. You. Are. Brilliant." She took a deep breath. "Now I'm not going to lie to you, this will not be easy. It's going to be the worst year of your life, but you are brave and strong. You can do anything. You can save the world."


"It's been three months, Doctor. You have to focus," the dream Rose nagged as the Doctor was watching a past version of himself and Rose laying across his spread out coat in the apple grass of New Earth.

"That was one of my best moments," he told her, ignoring her statement.

"Mine too," she agreed quietly with a sigh.

"That was when I stopped feeling scared about you excepting this version of me."

"We had two whole weeks back at mum's while you repaired the TARDIS... I thought I had made it more clear to you."

"But like you said, that was back at your mum's. I was worried about how you might feel once we were traveling again." He paused for a moment. "I know I need to focus harder on attuning myself in the psychic network but when I do that I don't get to see you in my dreams."

Rose closed her eyes sadly for a moment before asking, "Should I stop visiting you, then?"

"No!" he practically shouted. "I need you Rose, even if you're only a figment of my dreams. I need you."


Jack opened his eyes and was met with the inside of his old Chula warship. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he said with a wink when he saw his blonde friend draped across the captain's chair.

She rolled her eyes. "Took you long enough. I've been waiting for ages."

"Hey! It's not my fault I've been busy. I died four times today."

Rose's face suddenly dropped. "Oh, Jack. I told you to be more careful. I told you not to taunt!"

"Don't cry, Rose," he told her when he saw the tears that had welled in her eyes. He reached forward to pull her in for a hug, forgetting what she had told him in a past dream about just being an image. "Sorry," he muttered when his hands went through her. "I forgot."

"Trying to get handsy with me, even in death? What would the Doctor say?" she said teasingly.

"Speaking of the Doc, I saw him today. Gotta tell you though, for an old bloke, doesn't look too shabby."

Rose gave a small giggle. "Jack, I think we would think the Doctor was handsome no matter what he looked like. Besides, the TARDIS showed me a picture of him towards the end of his first incarnation. Very distinguished."

"If we ever get out of this mess, maybe I'll ask the old girl to show me."

"You will get out of this, Jack," she assured. "Don't give up on the Doctor, now. Everything will be alright."

"Oh, I'm not giving up on him but nothing will ever be alright again."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because we won't have you."


"I was in New York briefly today."

"Really?" Rose asked from her place on the stage at the Globe Theatre.

Martha nodded. "Walked through Central Park. Seems they've set up a sort of Hooverville type city again. All I could think of was Frank, and Laszlo, and Tallulah."

"Three Ls and an H," the blonde laughed.

"Yep! God, I can't believe it's only been five months since I last left the Valiant. I wish I knew if my family was okay."

"Everyone's fine, Martha. Right now you just need to focus on yourself and the job the Doctor gave you."

"That's easy for you to say!" she admonished. "You're just a dream. Of course you would reassure me that my family is alright when there's a very real possibility that they're dead."

"You can't think like that," Rose commanded her. "You have to have hope, Martha."

"I'm trying, Rose. But it's so, so hard. I wish you were really here with me."

"I know."


"You're very quiet," Rose observed as she and the Doctor sat in the control room of the TARDIS.

"Just thinking about stuff," he replied back.

"Text book enigmatic," she said playfully. "Come on, you can tell me..."

"It's just something the Master said to me earlier.

"Uh oh. What did the prat want today?"

"Do you remember the prophecy made about you on that sanctuary base?"

"The one about me dying in battle? How could I forget?" she told him darkly.

"It came true."

She sighed. "What do you mean?"

"The valiant child who would die in battle." He looked straight at her. "I lied to you, Rose. I told you that creature was lying because I wanted it to be lying. Then I just shoved the thought away. If I didn't think about it, it wouldn't come true. But then, because I couldn't protect you better, you died in battle anyway."

"I knew it wasn't lying, but I wanted to believe you. Then I thought that maybe it meant since I was on the list of the dead after the Battle of Canary Wharf. Guess not." She shrugged lightly.

"This is my dream! How can you stay so calm about this?" he asked sounding slightly perturbed.

"What's the point of getting upset about it now? There's nothing we can do. There is nothing you can do to save me, Doctor. So now you've got to focus on saving the world."

He felt a lump in his throat. "I could save the world but I'll still have lost you."

"You have to forgive him, Doctor," Rose told him kindly.

"Excuse me?"

"You could still try to save him."

"Why are you telling me all this."

"He was your friend once. And he's a Time Lord."

"I don't care."

She smiled knowingly at him. "Yes, you do."

"Nothing matters if I don't have you. You told me you would stay with me for forever," he accused.

"You'll be waking up soon. Remember what I told you... Forgive him."


"So this is what Torchwood looks like now, huh?" Rose asked as she wandered around Jack's workplace.

"Well, the Cardiff branch. This is the Hub," the Captain told her as he gave her a small tour before taking her back to his office.

"I like it. Very homey. So why here?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've never dreamed of us here before. I was just wondering why here now? Why now?"

"I'm worried about my team," he finally admitted after a few moments of silence.

"What are their names?"

"Tosh, Owen, Gwen, and Ianto."

"And would Ianto happen to look mighty fine in a suit?"

Jack narrowed his eyes. "Why do you ask?"

Rose nodded to a picture of the two men on Jack's desk. "Ah."

"You must miss him terribly."

"I miss them all. They're my little make-shift dysfunctional family." He sighed. "Seven months. It's been seven months."

"The Doctor has a plan, Jack. You'll see."


Rose looked around Martha's childhood home. Martha and her sister were having a tea party on a spread out blanket, while a very young Leo was sprawled out next to them playing with his cars. She could see her parents curled up together on a small sofa, watching their children play happily.

"This was back when we were still a family," her friend explained to her.

"You're still a family, Martha," Rose told her. "Nothing can change that."

"I mean a proper family. Five years from this moment and my dad will leave my mum for another woman."

"If the Doctor was here he would make some sort of comment about humans and the awful choices they make."

Martha gave a small chuckle. "I can't believe it's been nine months since I've seen him. Nine months since I've seen my family. And even then, the last time I really spent any time with them was before I left with you and the Doctor."

"Do you regret coming with us?"

"Honestly? Sometimes." Rose just nodded as Martha continued, "You're dead, Rose. And my family is probably being tortured as we speak. Lord only knows what's happened to Leo. And I can't help but think about how different it all would be if I had never gone with you in the Doctor. At the very least, I wish I would have been honest with them about it all." She took a deep breath, but then I think about all the wonderful things we've done and seen and I wouldn't have wanted to miss all that for anything!"

"The Doctor is worth the monsters," Rose mused.

"What was that?"

"Just something I was told once."


"It is a completely stupid and reckless idea!"

"Well, now who's being the rude one, Rose Tyler?"

"Someone is going to get hurt or worse killed!" Dream Rose was fuming. The Doctor had just told her about his, Jack's and the Jones family's idea to take the Master's laser screwdriver. "Do you honestly think this idiotic plan will work?"

"I have to try something!" he shouted back to her. "I need to get him to listen to me."

"This isn't the way to go about it!" They were in her old flat back at the Powell Estate and Rose was pacing back and forth and looking scarily close to Jackie Tyler. The Doctor would never tell her this, mind. He may be a bit thick but he wasn't that thick. "The year is almost over," she added quietly as she stopped in front of him.

"Trust me, Rose. This will work."

"I bet you five quid it won't."

He gave a small chuckle and looked at her lovingly. "Deal."

"What made you dream of this place?" Rose asked, wanting to change the subject.

"Just missing you, like always."

They stared at each other for a few moments, small, sad smiles playing on their lips when she finally confessed openly, "I love you."

"Quite right too," he responded, his voice laced heavily with emotion. "And I suppose, if I'll only get to tell you in my dreams, Rose Tyler-"


"Wakey-wakey, Doctor!" the Master voice rang through his tent.

The Doctor opened his eyes and felt a single tear trickle down his cheek.


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