A/N: Happy freakin Valentines Day! Have some fluff. Back to your prompts next week!

I have to warn you, there are a few flashbacks, I hope they don't confuse you too much. Let me know what you think of the chapter! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The only characters I own are the twins, and I definately don't own the song.

"ReMEMBER ME for CENTURIES!" Was what Rose and Donna came home to.

"What?" Donna dropped her grocery bag on the floor.

Her father and Jack looked up guiltily, her brother frozen mid- air guitar, as the music played on behind them.

Her mother laughed. "What are you doing?"

"Uh," the Metacrisis Doctor said.

"It was his idea," were Jack's first words.

"Oi!" his father said indignantly.

"Is that my iPod?" Donna asked.

"Maybe," the Doctor reached to scratch the back of his neck.

"Did you hack my iPod?" Donna screwed up her eyebrows in confusion.

"You're password was bad wolf, Donna," her brother shrugged. "All our passwords are bad wolf."

"Mine's not," the Doctor said.

"5305," Rose said.

"Hey!"

"Day we first met," Rose said to their children.

"Rose," he whined.

"Don't be such a cry baby," Rose said, taking the bags and moving to the kitchen.

He only pouted until the chorus came on again. Then he perked right back up, and he and Jack rocked to Fall Out Boy while the song lasted.

Then the next song started up:

I'll swim and sail on savage seas

With ne'er a fear of drowning

"Rose, quick, come back!" The Doctor called.

"What sort of rubbish playlist is this?" Donna asked.

"I made it. It's brilliant," her brother stuck his tongue out at her.

Rose rushed back to the sitting room, and the Doctor restarted the song.

I'll swim and sail on savage seas

"May I have this dance?" he bowed low and regally to his wife, his hand held out for her to take.

With ne'er a fear of drowning

Rose took his hand, grinning. He straightened and placed his left hand to her side, and she put her right hand to his shoulder.

And gladly ride the waves of life

If you will marry me

"But what if a satellite falls out of orbit and crashes into the–"

Jackie Tyler laughed. "Oh my gosh, you're worse than he was!"

"Just get in with it," Pete said.

"But–" the Metacrisis Doctor protested again.

"You've been putting it off for far too long, I say," Rose's mother noted. "You've had the ring for months, what's stopping you?"

"But.. But what if she says no?" he almost whispered the horrifying thought.

"After all this?" Jackie scoffed. "Are you kidding?"

"She loves you, mate, it's obvious," Rose's father said.

"Are you sure?" He pleaded with his eyes for it to be true.

"Yes."

"Positive?"

Jackie had had enough. "Get out of my kitchen and go propose to my daughter already!"

"Alright, alright, I'm going," he said, holding his hands up and backing out the door.

His head poked back around. "But what if a heard of wild moose–"

"GO!"

The Doctor and Rose danced around the sitting room of their flat to the four beat time, their son and daughter watching.

No scorching sun, no freezing cold

He smiled lovingly, as he always did, blissfully unaware that anyone else could see that smile, because it was for Rose.

Will stop me on my journey

Rose beamed back, her smile reflecting and amplifying his own joy.

If you will promise me your heart

He let go of her to twirl her, and she landed back in his arms.

And love me for eternity

He tapped a pencil to the table anxiously. He decided that he hated waiting. Where was she? Did something happen? He knew it, he knew something would go wrong.

In another universe– in another life, it seemed– he had sat here accross from Blon Fel Fotch Passameer-Day Slitheen. It was to be her last meal; he was going to take her back to her planet, where they would enact the death penulty for the member of the crime family. Instead, she had looked into the heart of the TARDIS and regressed back into an egg, given a chance to begin again. Perhaps he should take that to mean that this was the beginning of a whole new life for him and Rose.

Or maybe the universe was just messing with his head.

He checked his watch again. 7:05. Five minutes late. Five. He began to tap his pencil again. At seven minutes I'm going looking for her.

He didn't have to wait that long. He looked up again and there she was, approaching through the restaraunt.

She was always lovely– she was Rose, his Rose– but tonight he memorized every detail, every stray blond hair, every crease in her deep blue dress, every bit of her that he might lose tonight.

He straightened and put on a smile. "Hallo." He cursed himself. He was going to say something brilliant, something romantic, and all he could manage was Hallo?

"Hey," she greeted him with her bright smile, seating herself and setting her bag down under her chair. Why did she bring a bag? Her dress needed pockets. He mentally slapped himself for thinking like Donna again.

"Traffic?" He asked.

Rose laughed. "I'm not that late, am I?"

"Oh, no, no you're fine," he said, "I was just... Counting the seconds."

Rose smiled again, and brushed a loose lock of hair from her face.

Get it overwith, he thought. Now. Do it now.

"So," he said, picking up the menu, "Uh... The steak looks nice."

My dearest one, my darling dear

Your mighty words astound me

Jack fidgeted where he sat, but his sister elbowed him, not taking her eyes of their parents.

But I've no need for mighty deeds

When I feel your arms around me

The Doctor spun his wife again, pulling her close.

But I would bring you rings of gold

I'd even sing you poetry

"Don't you dare!" Rose laughed.

The Doctor laughed too.

And I would keep you from all harm

If you would stay beside me

Rose was sitting by the window, gazing longingly at the sky when he walked in.

"The stars came back," she noted when she realized he was standing beside her chair.

He smiled. Today had been the most eventful day in– no, wait, it was his first day, wasn't it. That was a weird thought. He hadn't existed yesterday. This was his first nightfall, his first time looking up at those stars, his first day with Rose beside him. He hoped the first of many.

The look in her eyes made him wary, though. He plucked up the courage and stated, "you're thinking of him."

A little smile played across Rose's lips. "Yeah."

He didn't say anything. There was nothing to say. Or maybe too much. Probably she didn't really think he was the Doctor, she really wanted the real Doctor. But I am real, he thought. And I am the Doctor. The original Doctor then.

"If things had been different," he asked slowly, "and I was the one leaving, what would you have done?"

"Can't leave you behind," Rose looked up at him, "not– not cos of what the Doctor said, about you being dangerous. Can't leave you alone. No one should be alone. But... If, if I knew you would be somewhere you would be content, I wouldn't want to take you from that, I suppose."

He visibly relaxed, his shoulders dropping, his hands unclenched, his face breaking the stone-cold anticipation into a smile.

"Now he's alone, though," Rose looked back up to the stars. "Donna's gone, and he's alone."

He bit his lip. "Not forever. Not for long, I expect."

"How do you know?"

He shrugged. "I got a sort of spoiler."

She looked up at him again. "How do you mean?"

"When Donna and the Doctor were at the Library, they met a woman called River Song."

He grinned. His favorite part was coming.

I have no use for rings of gold

I care not for your poetry

I only want your hand to hold

I only want you near me

Rose smiled at those last two lines as well.

Jackie peered out the window. "Has he done it yet?"

Pete scrutinized the couple walking up the drive. They seemed to be making conversation. The Doctor had his hands in his pockets. Rose was laughing about something. "I don't know."

Suddenly they stopped. The Doctor was saying something. Looking straight into her eyes. He was kneeling down, pulling something out of his pocket.

"Oh gosh, this is it," Jackie said.

They couldn't hear either of them from where they were, but Rose's act of pulling the Doctor into an ecstatic hug before kissing him full-on told her parents all they needed to know.

"Yes!" Jackie cheered, embracing her own husband. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Bloody finally!" Pete shouted.

From outside, their daughter watched and laughed, her now fiancé blushing.

As the song sped up, the Doctor gave up on their slow dance, instead linking elbows with Rose and spinning her around.

To love, to kiss, to sweetly hold

For the dancing and the dreaming

Through all life's sorrows and delights

I'll keep your love beside me

I'll swim and sail the savage seas

With ne'er a fear of drowning

And gladly ride the waves of life

If you will marry me

Donna and Jack jumped up and clapped, Jack whooping. Rose laughed. The Doctor bowed.

Far, far away, in a TARDIS in an alien sky, another Doctor was dancing with his proud heroine, his River, and they vowed to keep dancing until their song ended.

A/N: And now, as a bonus, and alternate ending to the proposal:

"Rose, stop here," the Metacrisis Doctor stopped walking.

Rose halted too, turning to face him. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," he assured her, fingering the ring in his pocket. "More than okay. I... Rose, I... How is it that when I really need words, they don't come out?" He said, frustrated.

He sighed. "Rose, I love you. I was born loving you. When I– er, the Doctor regenerated, you were the first face that face saw; you were seared onto those two hearts for eternity. Even before that I– he– we?– loved you. And I don't have a forever to give you, but I can give you what I've got."

Rose's eyes widened as he got down on his knees. "Rose Tyler–"

And then a satellite fell out of orbit and crashed into the Metacrisis Doctor.