It was a moment of absolute perfection. There she was, laid in his arms, sleeping like an angel. He couldn't believe it was real, he had to be dreaming.

"Rose, sweetheart," he whispered, shaking her shoulders gently, "Rose? Can you wake up for me?"

The box of chocolates they had been eating while they had watched Gone with the Wind together earlier that afternoon fell from her lap on to the floor and scattered. Groaning, Rose slowly prised her eyes open.

"What's wrong?" she asked drowsily.

"I need you to pinch me," he said seriously. "This is very important Rose. I need you to pinch me."

"You woke me for that? I'm going back to sleep, you're being weird again you know, you have to stop doing this."

She turned over so that he could no longer see her face, closing her eyes again as she did so, a soft smile playing about her lips.

"That's alright; you need your beauty sleep after all. I'll do it myself."

His words had near enough the right effect. She didn't exactly pinch him, but the weak slap on his arm was enough for him to be able to tell that he definitely wasn't dreaming.

"Well I suppose I was asking for that wasn't I?"

He was talking to himself, because she certainly wasn't listening any more. Exhausted, she had fallen straight back to sleep again. He was stuck on the sofa, with her warm weight resting against him, but he wasn't about to complain. He loved every moment that she was in his arms, couldn't believe that there was a time little more than a month ago when he was willing to give the chance of it up for good.

It had been difficult at first as he struggled to get past the barriers that surrounded his hearts, but she was there, every single step of the way, and eventually they had broken through them, together. When he had stumbled along the way, doubting himself as the demons of his past had resurfaced, she was there to reach out a hand and pull him back up with a reassuring embrace or a whispered 'I love you.' Words could not express how eternally grateful he was for that, but the affection and love he showed her in return was more than enough to make her understand that he would never let her go. She was his to hold on to, for good.

Yawning widely, he reached behind him for the oversized woollen throw he had earlier tossed on to the arm of the sofa and pulled it over them both carefully so as not to disturb her, catching the delicious scent of her fruity shampoo as he did so. Content, he let his eyes fall shut and soon he too had drifted off to sleep.

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A/N: I really hope you enjoyed this conclusion to Letting Go To Hold On. I know it's incredibly short, but I have had such a wonderful response to the whole story that I felt it would be nice to give you guys the conclusion you deserve, to show you that in my world they stick together forever (AUish I know!)

DoctorWhoForever: Thanks for giving me the final nudge I needed to write this.

SN: Same goes. Thank you.

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