Last chapter! It's finished! This story went on a hell of a lot longer than I thought it would. I might do a sequal, but I need to think of a plot first. I want to say thanks to everyone who's reviewed, QueenBoris, my fantastic beta, and Scout Girl, who I've decided to dedicate this chapter to because she's absolutally brilliant and has reviewed every chapter of this story.

Disclaimer: 15 chapters on, and I STILL don't own Doctor Who.

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"Susan?"

Susan looked up suddenly, and saw Rose standing above her. She was sitting on a bench in the park, just enjoying the peace and thinking things through. But she was glad Rose was here, she'd wanted to speak to her. "Oh, hey Rose. Sit down," Susan gestured to the bench she was on, and Rose sat next to her.

"Listen, um, in my mind… what did you see?" she asked, sounding terribly nervous.

"Oh, not much, don't worry. I just looked at the Bad Wolf memories," Susan replied, completely honestly.

"Ok, good," Rose said, looking down at the hem of her top she was fiddling with. "'Cause, um, what you said before, 'bout the Doctor and how I felt…" Rose paused. She was really nervous; she didn't really know what to say. She'd never told anyone this before. "You were right. I do love him." She looked up at Susan nervously, waiting for answer. But she didn't need to worry; Susan was smiling.

"I thought you did," she said. She'd been fairly sure Rose did care for him more than she would for just a friend. She definitely acted like it.

"But don't tell him," Rose said quickly, "please." Susan considered telling Rose that she should tell him. The Doctor seemed to care for her more than a friend too, but she couldn't be sure.

"Ok, I won't," she said honestly.

"Thanks," Rose whispered.

"Can I ask something?" Susan shifted slightly on the bench so she was facing Rose more. "Has you mum slapped the Doctor before?"

"Yes!" Rose laughed, "Yes, she has, when he first took me back. He thought it had been 12 hours, but it had actually been 12 months. He face was so funny!" They both laughed, gaining a few looks from people passing by, "he looked as if he'd never been slapped before! Well, he hadn't."

"No, I don't expect so." They both laughed, before they were interrupted by a voice above them.

"Dare I ask what you two are laughing about?" they looked up to see who has said it.

"Doctor!" Rose said.

"Hello!"

"Sit down," she shifted up a bit so he could sit on the bench next to her. "How's the cheek?" The Doctor raised his hand to his slightly red cheek, with an annoyed expression on his face.

"Still hurts," he moaned, "I think it's worse than the last one. Or maybe this body just doesn't handle slaps so well. I think Jackie should do that for a living, you know. Professional slapper. In all senses of the word…" Rose looked completely aghast, and the Doctor smiled at her.

"OI!" she shouted, hitting him on the arm.

"Sorry, sorry! Couldn't help myself…" she calmed down, and leaned back on the bench, smiling. "So Susan," the Doctor said, leaning forward to look at her, "have you decided what you're going to do? Are you going to keep travelling with us?" the Doctor looked nervous, but hopeful.

"I think we all know the answer to that," Susan said, smiling. The Doctor grinned that grin that only he seemed to be able to do. "But you have to promise me that you won't leave me like you did before." The Doctor stopped grinning and looked at her seriously.

"I won't," he said sincerely, "I promise." They smiled, and Susan leant back on the bench, looking up at the sky.

"So," she said, "where to next?" The Doctor looked up as well, and so did Rose.

"Oooh," the Doctor leaned back, looking up thoughtfully. "Anywhere."