I don't have a name for this chapter - as much as i'd like one. This chapter is just to show you something. As much as you do not want Rose to fall in love with Sim... I'm going to do it anyway. But of course, The Doctor will never be out of Rose's thoughts. See? i spoiled the chapter for you. Yay for me. I just wanted to warn you.

Thankyou for all of your reviews. I like it how the further i get in the story, the longer the reviews get. I like to see people trying to figure out my mystery, because that was not originally what i wanted the story to be about. It's always fun when something unexpected comes your way, and i have been trying to get any and all of my friends to read it so that they can guess at who Sim is, too. Gives me a buzz to know something that everyone else doesn't know. :)

The Doctor hadn't left Rose at all since a very confused - and maybe a little annoyed - Sim had tried to act casual as he fled her apartment. It was a Monday, and Rose had decided to take a sick day for the first time in two years. The Doctor was there, looking at her with his concerned gaze. Neither of them had tried to start a conversation, but Rose was just ecstatic that The Doctor would stay around for so long. As Rose wandered through her kitchen, looking for the ingredients for a perfect sandwich, he stood in her lounge room, staring around at the chairs as if he hadn't sat down for a week.Rose was tempted to make him some lunch as well, but the fact that he looked confused as to whether he should make it look as if he could actually sit down or not reminded Rose that he wasn't actually there. Sometimes her mind could convince her that The Doctor she lived with now was actually corporeal. The Doctor suddenly looked at her as if he had been feeling her thoughts - which he probably had been doing, seeing as how he was a part of her mind. She looked took her eyes off The Doctor to concentrate on her food. When she looked up, The Doctor was standing in between the kitchen and the lounge, no longer concerned with the question of sitting or standing. Rose smiled and took a bite from her sandwich as she watched him.

"You can't ignore him forever, you know." He told her. "Not going to work just so that you don't have to see him is really not going to solve the problem."

"What problem?" Rose asked him, her mouth full of bread. "I don't have any problem with Sim." The Doctor sighed.

"Rose, I'm in your mind. I think I would know when... you know what? It's just not worth it. If you want to ignore Sim, then it doesn't really matter to me. Sim is... I can't even see what Sim means to you."

"Yeah." Rose said distantly. She gazed intently into her sandwich. "Hang on. What?" She asked, suddenly looking back up at The Doctor.

"I can't get to anything about him in your mind." The Doctor told her calmly. "The only things I know about Sim is what you've told me out loud." Rose put the food down on a plate and approached The Doctor cautiously.

"But you LIVE in my mind." She told him. "You should be telling me what I feel about him."

"No." The Doctor stared away from her into space. "Something is blocking me from him. It's like Sim and I just can't be... it has something to do with why he can see me, though." The Doctor told her, looking back into her eyes. "Maybe you DO love this man."

"No." Rose said, hurt by his tone. "No, I could never love anyone else. Don't even suggest that."

"You have to move on with your life some time." The Doctor consoled her. "It's been over two years. You have to let me go."

"No!" The Doctor looked surprised at her outburst. She had never yelled at him before, and felt the niggling feeling that now her neighbours would know she was crazy as well. "No." She repeated softly. "I never want you to leave me. You did it once, remember, and i told you never to do it again. Without you, I'd lose my will to live here."

"No, I don't remember." The Doctor said softly, shaking his head. "That wasn't me. Why don't you understand that? Holding on to me is holding on to something that doesn't exist any more."

"That's the thing." Rose told him seriously. "You ARE real. You're The Doctor, right down to the annoying sense of nobility that makes you feel like you should leave me alone to live my life. It was my decision to stay with you, and I said forever."

"But you can't give me forever." He argued.

"Can I kiss you?" Rose asked, changing the subject abruptly and leaning in as close to his face as was possible without touching him. The Doctor blinked in surprise.

"It will only be in your head." He said apologetically.

"I don't care. Can I?" The Doctor hesitated. "See? You are him. He wouldn't have let me kiss him, either." The Doctor bristled at the statement.

"Go on then, this should be interesting." He invited her. Before he could finish giving his smug look, Rose had pulled his head down to hers and enveloped his lips in the promised kiss. She didn't care that she was just proving him right - maybe they were both proving one another right - but she had wanted to press her lips onto his careless laughing lips for a very long time - it seemed like her entire lifetime had been waiting for a moment like this. She pulled away from his smiling face as she thought about that. A moment LIKE this, but not this moment. The Doctor had his eyes closed, but opened them slowly to look at her worried face. He had the knowing smile etched across his own features once more.

"Was it everything you expected?" He asked finally, raising an eyebrow to emphasise is point.

"I've kissed you before." She pointed out.

"Yeah, with Cassandra controlling your body." He scoffed at her.

"I didn't hear you complaining that day."

"That was the first sign to me that something was wrong." He defended guiltily. "It was what led me to-"

"Oh, you're not fooling me. I heard what you said after I kissed you."

"I didn't say anything." He pouted. That face removed all of Rose's resolve and she kissed him again, this time not pausing to think about anything but him - no alternate universe, no fake Doctor's and no Sim would ruin this moment for her - that would all have to wait until later.

I wish i could say exactly how many chapters i have left in this, but it is impossible to tell because it all depends on my thoughts and what kind of whim i decide to write the next chapter on. At least i know how it ends.

I am definitely writing a sequel, though.

Yeah, please review. I always have to ask, even if those who are going to review will do it anyway and those who aren't going to still wont. Please? If you don't review normally, then do it just this once? I'm almost finished... please?

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