A/N: Wow, you people are really responding well to this story. Thanks! Now, here's what you've all been waiting for, Rose's comeback.

The next morning, Rose awoke to find herself in the Doctor's arms. It had been real. She watched his chest rise and fall with every breath and his hair, ruffled from the previous night's activities.

"G'morning," he mumbled, smiling at her.

"Hello sleepy head," she grinned back. Rose was unaware how long they lay in bed just basking in the other's presence.

"What? Still in bed at this hour?" Jack said, peeping in.

"Come on, then, lets get ready."

Emerging from the bed, the Doctor and Rose proceeded to get ready for what they were sure would be an emotional day.

"So, Rosie, you gonna tell us how you managed the impossible?" Jack asked over breakfast.

"After we've eaten, I don't want to start crying over my weetbix."

They all laughed at this, and then proceeded to the lounge room, a box of tissues in each of their hands.

"I don't know where to start," Rose said softly.

"Start from when we last saw each other, it's an easy point to recount from," the Doctor advised.

"Okay. Well, I was on the beach…"

Start Flashback

Rose Tyler ran to her mother, truly broken. She didn't want to go on. She wanted to crawl into the sand on this beach and never leave. For it was the last place that she'd seen him. She didn't want to go back to working. Back to living. Back to domesticity. Rose was silent the whole trip back, tears streaming silently down her face as she stared out the window. Mickey had taken her hand at first, but it was no use, she didn't respond. It was as though she was still looking for him. For any trace of the man she loved. She was looking in her memory, remembering when he first grasped her hand in the basement of Henriks. Remembering when they'd first shared the tradition of time and chips. Remembering his catchphrase (Fantastic). Remembering how he would make everything all right. But he wouldn't do that. Not anymore. He would be home to give her a hug, go out and get chips and tell her it would all be all right. Because he was gone, and she was empty.

Rose took a few sick days off to readjust to life. Then re-assuming her job at Torchwood, the mundane lifestyle she'd hated for so long, never envious of those living it. 'So this is what Sarah-Jane went through,' Rose thought, finally understanding what the woman had meant so long ago. When she was summoned to Ron Housing – Director of Torchwood's office, several months after the incident, her legs went week. Her tongue froze, and she was unable to speak for herself. It was as though all her fight had been drained. Mickey was there though, he was the hero, and she felt guilty. Because she'd imagined him as the Doctor, her saviour, the light of her life. And that night, Rose felt worse, because she had planned to leave. Empty as she was, Rose was still determined. She needed the Doctor, he was a part of her, as much as she was a part of him. She loved him, more than life itself, and she would risk it if it meant seeing him again. Her plan was to re-activate an unused void wall and punch a hole in space-time back into her own reality. Since she'd returned to work, her lunch breaks had been devoted to the project. And when it was ready, Rose readied herself for the life she would be leaving, and the hope of seeing him again.

"Mum, Pete, I want you to come to work with me today."

Her parents just stared at her blankly, as if she'd just announced that the sky was green and the grass was blue. However, they didn't object, and that morning they went to work with Rose and Mickey. It was when Mickey noted that they weren't moving towards the general area, that he asked, "Rose, what are we doing?"

"You'll see," was the only response they got. And it worried them. The group arrived at the void wall Rose had been busying herself on.

"Mum, Pete – Dad, Mickey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I've been acting. I'm sorry for being the way I am. And I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. You'll recognise this wall and what it does. It opens up to different worlds. I'm sorry."

"No. Rose no!" Jackie cried. Rushing to her daughter and realising her plan, she embraced her, crying. For this was to be the last time she saw her.

"Mum, I've got to. I'm miserable here."

"Rose, I always knew you'd leave us again. But, is there another way?" Mickey asked, a quiver in his voice.

"No. I love him. And I must get back. Even if it means, doing this. I'm so, so sorry."

"Rose, my sweet, you're the daughter I never knew. And yet, here I am, sad to let you go. But, if love has taught me one thing, it's that you never let it die," her dad said, cupping her face in his hands.

"Mum, I'm sorry, but it's what I want. This phone, I can call you with it. You'll hear from me, I promise. Dad, I'm glad I met you. Glad we got to spend some time catching up on what we never had. Mickey… I want you to be happy. I want you to love again. Move on. Goodbye my family."

So, Rose powered up the wall, and sadly waved goodbye to the trio who desperately wanted her to stay, but knew if she did, they would not have the daughter they longed for. They would get the shell of her. And, so, the wall consumed her, seeing the last proper smile they would ever see on Rose Tyler's face.

When the wall consumed her, it was as though she was falling through time. Falling, falling, falling. No one there to catch her. And, when she landed softly on the ground outside a pub, she saw a man; in a brown pinstripe suit and raincoat enter it. What luck it was, that she wouldn't have to call him, and miss out on the fun of surprising the pants off him. Quickly explaining to the barmaids that she wanted to surprise her old friend, they let her behind the counter and gave her the wine. "Drink sirs…"

The Doctor, upon hearing her tale, wiped the tears from his eyes, unaware that he had been crying. It wasn't something a Time Lord normally did. He noticed too, that Jack's face was also full of anguish, and his eyes shining. Kissing her affectionately, he said," My God you're fantastic. You're smart, beautiful and caring. I could go on for hours, but it's true. Fantastic you are. How on earth did you think of that?"

"I'm not sure," she laughed. She turned to Jack, and saw that he too was moved.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'll sure take that drink now."

Well, I hope you liked that. I'm going to finish it here, because everything is just peachy at the mo. It wasn't intended to be a long story, just my way of reuniting them. Please R&R as it may urge me to continue at a later date.