DISCLAIMER: REGRETTABLY I DON'T OWN DOCTOR WHO.

A/N I'm terribly sorry that this took so long. I'm also sorry it's short. I'm so worn out and tired though, this is the best I could manage. Here's hoping I do better soon. I probably can't post tomorrow but I'll see what I can do for Monday. The song is Love Like This by Natasha Bedingfield and Sean Kingston. The title doesn't really tie in all that well either so sorry for that too. Oh and since I only had one person give me ten favorites, I don't have any results to report. If you would like to amend this problem feel free to do so. If ten intimidates you give me five or two or one or seven, just something. Or if not... it doesn't matter that much anyway. Thanks for reviewing everybody. I'll hit 200 hundred by next chapter unless something terrible happens. :-) Thanks for your support.

Love Like This

"Doctor?" Rose said quietly, pushing open the door.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the blank wall before him, but upon hearing her voice, he glanced up quickly.

"Rose?" He asked in disbelief. "Is it really you?"

Rose smiled to see him in his sky blue pajamas, his hair even messier than ever. Two years of never seeing his face, and now she caught him in his jim-jams.

"Who else has a key and would pop in unannounced at two in the morning?" She asked with a laugh.

He grinned. "Oh you might be surprised."

They stood across the room, silently regarding the other. She took in every detail of his face, the twist of time in his brown eyes, the arch of his eyebrows, and the strands of hair falling across his forehead. Physically, he was unchanged, but she looked inside his heart and felt the sadness that had settled in. Sadness for losing her. It almost made her smile to know how much he needed her.

"When did you get back?"

"A few weeks ago. I've been looking for you ever since."

The Doctor smiled, patting the bed beside him.

"You knew, didn't you," Rose asked as she crossed the room. "You knew I'd find my way back."

"I hoped you would," he replied.

"But why... why didn't you tell me?" she asked. "I could have gotten back so much sooner."

The Doctor looked straight in her eyes as he lightly brushed at her loose hair. "I wanted to give you the chance to move on. I'm assuming your return means you didn't."

"Have you?" Rose nearly trembled with fear as she spoke. She had worked so hard to find him again; it just wouldn't be fair to lose him then.

"Do you need to ask?"

Rose controlled her urge to hit him for that, which was made especially easier by the lips that abruptly found hers. She fell into the kiss, short as it was, smiling sweetly at him when he pulled away.

"I love you, Doctor," She murmured softly.

The Doctor's eyebrows rose to the gleaming galaxies above, and his grin beat the Nile by a good hundred miles.

"At least you're not crying this time," he teased.

"I can do that," Rose replied, her tongue finding it's way out her mouth in a giddy smile. "At least you're not burning up a sun."

"I can do that."

"I'd rather just hear you say it," Rose said.

"I can do that too." The Doctor's eyes sparkled and the hand curled around hers was warm and strong, his pulse rapid and unsteady. "I love you, Rose Tyler."

Rose kissed him soundly and she didn't have any plans for letting him go anytime soon. If she spent the next ten years of her life kissing him, she would die happy. But then again, if she spent even just the next ten seconds of her life kissing him, she would die happy. Finally, she was where she belonged.