Rose stepped into her bedroom through the pink door. It looked the same as always, except for the fact that it looked like it had very recently been slept in. "Wow, I've gotten sloppy." Rose always made her bed. Wait... she recalled what the Doctor, her Doctor, had said. "200 years... I'm gone." The thought saddened her. It is a new regeneration though, a new man, he might not really need her, or even want her traveling with him anymore. Also, she obviously had to die at some point, it was bound to happen. But that brought her back to her first observation. Why had somebody been sleeping in her room? She looked around a little more before she found a bow tie and a pair of boots next to the bed. Pulling back the covers, she saw a gray shirt with cutouts on the shoulders. Her shirt, the shirt she had been weraing when she first met the doctor, back when he was all big ears, leather jackets, and blue eyes. She missed those eyes sometimes. But no matter how much she loved those blue eyes, she loved her new doctors brown eyes even more. She walked over to the pictures on her dresser. The picture Jack took of them dancing with each other, him in his leather jacket and her in her Union Jack shirt. The time the brown-eyed Doctor had held out the camera to take a picture of them in their 1950's getup. The picture ohe took of them after the end of the world, when they went out for chips Two hundred years from now. In her bed. Which had been slept in.

"Rose! I told you not to go in here!" The Eleventh Doctor burst through the door.

"Why not?" she asked, hands on her hips

"Because I said so!" He said defiantly, taking one step towards Rose

"That is not a valid answer!" She took a small step towards him.

"My ship!" Closer.

"My room!" Closer.

"It hasn't been your room for over two hundred years!" he shouted, almost near tears. She backed away when she saw the sadness and pain in his eyes.

"It's you, isn't it. You've been sleeping in here."

"Rose..."

"Why?"

"I miss you."

"I'm sure you've been okay without me."

"Born from loneliness."

"What?"

"The Doctor you first met, he had just come back from the time war. He was born from hatred and rage, Born from War. That's why he was so hardened and mysterious."

"Yeah, he was a tough one."

"The Doctor out there in the console room, he was born from love."

"Love? What do you mean."

"Who was with him when he regenerated?"

"Me-oh. Really?"

"He regenerated into a man influenced by you, he regenerated into who he is for you."

"My own Doctor."

"Your own Doctor." he replied with a smile.

"And you?" she asked curiously.

"I regenerated all alone. No one there to help me find who I was."

"And born from loneliness, what does that make you?"

"I'm not sure, I think it makes me more emotional. That's a bad thing. Amy says I make more mistakes when I get emotional." Rose sat down on the bed, patting the spot next to her as an invitation for the Doctor to sit next to her

"Amy? Who's Amy?" Rose asked, the words coming out a bit more bitter than she had expected

"She traveled with me until just a little while ago,with her husband. Amy and Rory Pond." He sat down on the bed.

"See, you weren't alone."

"I was, though. They were married, so in love. They had each other, they didn't need me at all, not one bit. Neither of them needed me."

"But I'm sure you gave them the adventure of a lifetime! You gave me the adventure of a lifetime. You change lives, Doctor, you make people so much happier and better! My life was so much better when I met you. Well, old old you. But really. You changed me. For the better." She took his hand, moving closer to him.

"You changed me too. You taught me how to love again after I was so battle scarred and wounded." Rose looked up, surprised when he said that. "I need you too, Rose."

"This regeneration is a lot better at sharing his feelings." She looked up to meet his eyes, smiling that trademark Rose Tyler tongue between teeth smile that he thought was absolutely adorable.

"Is that a bad thing?" He asked, raising his nearly non-existent eyebrows with a smile

"Not at all, Doctor." She leaned in slowly, looking at him with questioning eyes. He smiled, then moved his head down so he could finally do what he had wanted to do all those years traveling with her, and all those years when he wasn't. Their lips finally touched, and Rose put her arms around him, he put his arms around her, and everything was perfect.

"Oh."

They broke apart, looking up to see the other doctor standing there in the doorway. The pain in his eyes broke Rose's heart. "Um, sorry, I'll just um, sorry." The younger Doctor quickly left. Rose and the Eleventh Doctor looked at each other worriedly, getting up and running out of the room. Ten had just started to walk back to the console room. Rose looked back at Eleven, and he stayed in the door frame.

"Doctor, I-"

"No, Rose, its okay, really. It's fine. I'm fine. It's fine."

"I'm sorry, we just got caught up" Rose explained. The eleventh doctor looked a bit hurt at that comment, though neither of the others could see him.

"Rose, it is fine. I don't care. He's me, I'm him. Not like I'm jealous or anything. It's fine."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." He walked off.

"He isn't fine-"his older self commented

"I know he's not!" She said to the older Doctor, cutting him off rather brashly.

"Sorry."

"It's okay." She would have to fix this. She just wasn't sure how.

AN: Does anyone else ship Rose/Eleven? I do, just not as much as Rose/Ten. Don't worry, Tenrose will be endgame in this fic.