Author's Note: This sequel exists because of all the supportive people who reviewed 'If I could just Touch Your World Upon a Whisper'. Right now it's just a prologue, because I'm working on the plotline of this. However, if you are new to this:

READ THE PREQUEL, IF I COULD JUST TOUCH YOUR WORLD UPON A WHISPER!

This will lead to you understanding a lot more about this piece itself. I'm not sure exactly where to go with this, but as is with the last story, it will probably involve some angst, adventure, plenty of Doctor Who, and the odd humorous quirk here and there. Anyway, we'll see where it goes. Wish it luck! I recommend however, if you haven't read the above title, that you do. There are spoilers in this for my last story.

Prologue

The TARDIS engines splutter into life, with an eagerness that says that she too, is glad of the girl's presence. She has been so long, travelling with a lonely Doctor. A lonely man who had been ripped apart by the fact that not only had he lost the love of his life, he'd even failed to admit his dedication, even when SHE had her soul laid bare to him. Even when she'd travelled miles for two minutes that just worsened the pain. Now it's a new day, and sometimes at night, in the cloudy realm of dreams that wing their way through the night, singing can be heard. Ancient singing; lamenting, chanting, laughing – the lullaby of the TARDIS. Both the Doctor and SHE hears it, and revel in it. Because it means something that was prevented for seven lonely years.

Because now, the Doctor and Rose have been reunited against all odds, and they are whole again. But so is the TARDIS. She feels her, and her familiarity, unlike any other companion the Doctor has travelled with. Because the Doctor isn't one without a whole Rose; Rose isn't whole without her Doctor; and the TARDIS could never be complete without her Doctor being completely there. And that requires Rose. But she's more than just a requirement. Because the TARDIS loves her, too.

They are complete.

She takes off through the stars, those twinkling pinpricks on the brink of reality, on the edge of dreaming. And she sings her happy song, and the Time Vortex grows strong.

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He heard a whisper. Sensed a dream. Felt the world.

She shifted in her sleep, felt reality shake; heard the sounds of the universe…

The Doctor woke up from sleeping with his head against the top of the TARDIS. A button – a particularly sharp button, in fact – left a mark in the middle of his eyes as he blinked away the flashes of a forgotten dream. The clouds of sleep left his mind and he rubbed the spot between his eyes, at the top of his nose. Blinking slightly, he looked around blankly, to the long pillar of the TARDIS, still in flight, still shaking with the sounds of the universe, to the wires that made a network beneath the floor, and finally to his sleeping companion who had drifted off with the sonic screwdriver in her hand, still on the armchair by the console.

For a moment, he just looked at her. His heart beamed. It had been a long time. She didn't look a day older than the day on the beach seven years ago. He still tried to figure out how that could be possible, but at the same time, he didn't particularly care. Because she was there; something he had fervently hoped and wished and dreamed for, for those torturous years without her.

How long had it been since the day she'd run into his arms? Since the day he'd grieved over her, stopped the war, and left her lying in a cold corridor on a distant planet? Days. Mere days. Part of him thought of it as the old times; back to normal. As normal as his life could be. And part of him, every time he saw her, said:

This can't be real.

Because it was too good to be real.

Suddenly, the Doctor's life seemed a lot fuller. Checking the winding symbols upon the TARDIS monitor, he looked at the time and vaguely registered it to be very early in the morning. One o' clock. He looked at Rose, tilted his head to one side in thought, then nodded to himself before going over to the chair, picking her up, and walking one floor up.

He carried her through the network of passageways until he came to the room she occupied, where he lay her on the bed, stuffed a cuddly toy in her grasp, took the screw driver from her hand, and muttered to himself:

"Have good dreams, Rose Tyler. Don't come back to reality too quickly. Enjoy them."

And he left the room. The door clicked shut.

In sleep, she was safe. In her dreams, nothing could hurt her. And when she came out of their safe refuge, he'd be waiting. And he'd be there to protect her.

The only problem was, not all dreams were good.

And nothing ensured that she would ever come back to reality, anyway.

In the main floor of the TARDIS, near the console, the Doctor heard a whisper. Sensed a dream. Felt the world.

And Rose Tyler shifted in her sleep, felt reality shake; heard the sounds of the universe…

And the hell inside.

Author's Note: It's supposed to be short. It's a prologue. But seeing as it's my twin's computer day tomorrow, don't expect a soon update – well, least, not tomorrow, anyhow.

The next chapter will between five and seven pages long.

And it'll get better from here, whatever I come up with! Promise!

Also thanks to all the people who reviewed 'IICJTYWUAW' (got bored of typing the whole darn title):

Ravena storm, Jessa7, I-Confuse-everyone, Romana I, eeveekitty58, Italian-Gal06, pazaz of nothing, moonbeam, black sorceress, Radish Earrings, ganain-m, rommie-rules, saiyamar, Give My Socks Back, Ancient Galaxy, BookEnd, Fanficer Lore, Rusty4Coke, nornaj, Xxdoctorwho28fanxX, LarielRomeniel, Cassandra Sita Terra, lymony, dolly.the.sheep, Starlite 1, Annie Coomes, Stargazing Basketcase… and all those future reviewers!

Yours,

StrangePrinciples