Epilogue
2 years later
The Doctor and Peter ran towards the comforting sight of the TARDIS. They were running cos about 6, what looked like, knives on legs were following them.
Not a great end to the day where you had been captured almost turned into soup and then had to wait for your dad to come rescue you. Thought 72 year old Peter. But to look at him he looked, thought and acted like a 7 year old. Alien genes sometimes come in handy!
The Doctor reached the TARDIS first and flung the door open. He stood at the doorframe urging Peter on fright shining in his eyes as his son winced when a razor sharp blade cut his back.
'COME ON!' he shouted and finally Peter fell through the door his t-shirt soaked with blood.
The Doctor knelt down as Peter ran into his arms and he grimanced as he felt blood on his hands. Tears soaked through his jacket onto his shirt and he gently pulled Peter away and wiped his tears away, before pulling him into another tight hug.
'I'm so sorry Peter I'm so sorry' The Doctor whispered into the whirls of the little boy's ear.
Peter pulled away and looked into his dad's eyes. The Doctor wanted to look away not to let on how much he was scared how much he loved the little boy stood before him. But Peter wouldn't let him. He pulled his dad's face to look at him and he wiped the tear away that had escaped from his eye.
'It's ok dad'
The Doctor sighed before scooping Peter up onto his back and walking round to the TARDIS computer.
He felt Peter lean forward on his back and reach down to touch the screen of the computer. The doctor grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight after Peter had pointed what he wanted to out. It was the date.
'8th of July 2089' The Doctor murmured. He pressed some of the touch screen options and bent down to allow Peter to slide off his back. Once Peter was standing next to him hugging his side the Doctor looked down and smiled slightly.
'Look at this' he pointed to the exterior camera view on the computer.
It showed the Powell estate from the real Earth. Rubbish was fluttering on the ground and a man walked past and dropped his cigarette butt onto the floor just outside the front door.
Peter looked quizzically at his dad before letting go of him and running towards the TARDIS doors.
'Woh woh woh' the Doctor said as he walked over to join Peter at the door.
'Before we do anything go anywhere, let me fix your back'
Peter nodded grudgingly as the blue tip of the sonic screwdriver whirred into action along his back.
His t-shirt was still sticky with blood but he no longer felt any pain in his back. He looked up and smiled at the Doctor before stepping outside. The Doctor followed suit.
They caught a train and a bus to get to their destination. They both knew where they were going they made this trip every year on the same day.
Finally they arrived in the centre of London and Peter took the Doctor's hand as he led him across the deserted night time streets and into Trafalgar Square.
They had reached their destination. It was an old withered rusty metal statue. It held the names of those who had died on that fateful day 82 years ago. Peter ran to the back of the statue and climbed over the small fence surrounding it to get a closer look.
As the Doctor jumped over the fence he saw his son staring at one name, right down the bottom of the podium.
Rose Tyler
He scooped Peter up and plonked him on his back. A small hand wriggled over his neck and the Doctor held it tight.
Sure Rose was dead that was going to keep hurting forever, but he had his son, he had his letter and he had his ship. That was good enough for him.
A/N- and here ends the beautiful story about loosing someone you love and finding a new person to fill that gap. Please R and R!
Ps- sorry it's also classed as FLUFF!