OK, Sorry for the wait, guys. I had a severe case of writer's block with a helping of no conviction. But, as an apology, here is one extra long chapter. This one mainly focuses on Rose and Nine, and I had to get the transcript of the episode to make sure I had the dialogue right. Hope you enjoy it, and please review. It's pretty much all I live for, apart from Tumblr.

-Kate

The Doctor ran a hand through his hair as he racked his brains. Why did this place seem so familiar? He had been to the London Blitz many times before, but this place stood out as important…

It hit him like a sonic cannon and he let out a small "oh that's not good." before racing back into the TARDIS.

Amy stared after him quizzically, before following him. The Doctor was glaring at one of the screens by the pilot's seat with an extremely agitated look on his face. "No. No, it can't be, not tonight." He muttered under his breath.

Amy was confused; what's so significant about tonight? She wondered.

Apart from bombs over London, She amended.

She stared out the door of the TARDIS at the crumbling hospital while the Doctor ran around worriedly.

It was an old building, slightly creepy in the dark but she imagined that it would have been nice enough in the daylight. She let her mind wander back to the "tomorrow" that she was dreading. How could she tell the Doctor? It was too humiliating. Running away with your childhood imaginary friend the night before your wedding.

She thought about simply travelling with him for as long as she wanted. After all, it was a time-machine. No matter how long it was for her, for Rory it would be as if nothing happened… No, she finally decided, I can't do that to him.

She sighed unhappily as she looked out into the night. But something caught her from the corner of her eye. A light was on in one of the rooms!

It seemed to be a basement room, with a window a foot or two above the ground. But this was an abandoned building! Who could be in there?

"Right," she heard the Doctor announce." Sorry about that, got the date slightly mixed up, but it's all fine now, so we had better leave right now."

Amy looked over her shoulder." Doctor?" She called.

He stopped what he was doing and looked up at her," Yes?" He questioned.

"There's a light on in one of the rooms in that building, I thought this place was abandoned?"

The Doctor avoided her gaze," It is-well, sort of-weelll, not really, tonight. Which is WHY… We had better be going. Come along Pond." He looked over in her direction again to see… No Amy. He ran to the door and was horrified to see Amy walking purposefully over to the ground-floor window where the light was coming from.

He sprinted after her, panicking, and called as quietly as he could," Amy! Amy, no! Bad! Very, very not good! Come back!"

She called back to him and he winced at how loud her voice was, dear Rassilon, had this woman no concept of paradoxes? Universe destroying moments that could have been avoided by simply lowering your voice?

"Tell me what's up with tonight and I'll come back. Otherwise, I'm spying outside that window."

The Doctor gaped, trying to think of something he could tell her to explain tonight. He couldn't tell her about Ro-her. That much he knew.

Unfortunately, Amy had taken his pause for an admission of defeat, and had marched over to the side of the window, close enough that she could just hear what was going on, yet hidden to anyone staring out of the window.

The Doctor hopped from foot to foot, knowing every second of this situation was dangerous, and yet, he wanted to remember. So he reluctantly followed after Amy and hid on the other side of the window, listening closely.

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Glen Miller's moonlight serenade was still playing on the radio. Rose hummed to her self as she shuffled around a bit in a wheelchair she had found in the corner.

She was bored. The Doctor was still at the wall, messing with the sonic screwdriver. She wheeled around to face him. "What you doing?" She asked.

The Doctor didn't turn around," Trying to set up a resonation pattern in the concrete, loosen the bars."

Rose paused," You don't think he's coming back, do ya?"

"Wouldn't bet my life," came the reply, the Doctor still focusing on the wall.

Rose frowned at the back of his head," Why don't you trust him?"

"Why do you?"

Rose smiled, remembering the earlier events of the evening. "Saved my life. Bloke-wise, that's up there with flossing."

The Doctor didn't answer, yet for all the attention he claimed to be focusing on the wall, very little was happening.

Rose tried again," I trust him 'cause he's like you. Except with the dating and dancing."

He finally turned around to shoot her a look.

"What?!" Rose defended, it's true, she thought.

The Doctor pulled a face," You just assume I'm…" He muttered. Rose stared at him, was he actually… Upset? Oh my God, he is, she thought.

"What?" She prompted. She had never seen him look this vulnerable before.

"You just assume I don't… Dance."

She grinned at him," What, so you're telling me you do… Dance?"

He frowned." Nine hundred years old, me. I've been around a bit. I think you can assume that at some point I've danced."

Rose grinned even more at him," What, you?!" She laughed.

"Problem?" The Doctor asked defensively. She laughed again,"Doesn't the universe implode or something if you… Dance?"

"Well," he said casually," I've got the moves, but I wouldn't want to boast."

Rose was still grinning at him. Suddenly, an idea came to her and she got up from the wheelchair to turn up the radio. The Doctor looked around at her, completely wrong footed, and turned around again determinedly to face the wall.

Rose walked up behind him slowly, and held out her hand. "You've got the moves?" She asked, holding back a laugh. The Doctor looked around again, and just before he could cover it up, Rose saw a slightly helpless look in his eyes. She bit her tongue to stop herself laughing.

"Show me your moves," she flirted with him.

"Rose, I'm trying to resonate concrete…"

Rose rolled her eyes dismissively, not lowering her hand. "Jack'll be back, he'll get us out. So come on- The world doesn't end 'cause the Doctor dances."

The Doctor snapped off his sonic screwdriver and returned it to his jacket pocket. There was an odd expression on his face as he stepped away from the window towards her. He stood in front of her for a moment before taking her hands. Rose looked up at him, all bravado suddenly gone. She felt slightly apprehensive as he turned her hands over and looked at them.

"Barrage balloon?" He asked suddenly.

Rose was baffled,".. What?" She queried.

"You were hanging from a barrage balloon."

Rose remembered then and answered," oh, yeah. About two minutes after you left me. Thousands of feet above London - middle of a German air-raid - Union Jack ALL over my chest."

The Doctor raised his eyebrows." I've travelled with a lot of people, but you're setting new records for jeopardy-friendly." He went back to examining her hands, leaving Rose feeling slightly awkward.

"Is this you dancing? 'Cause I've got notes-"

"-Hanging from a rope a thousand feet above London." He interrupted, showing Rose her hands," And not a cut, not a bruise."

"Yeah, I know," replied Rose, feeling a bit silly," Captain Jack fixed me up…"

"Oh, we're calling him captain Jack now, are we?" Rose blushed a bit and said," well, his name's Jack and he's a captain…"

The Doctor smiled in a self-satisfied kind of way," He's not really a captain Rose."

She smiled at him," D'you know what I think?" She whispered to him.

"I think you're experiencing Captain Envy."

The Doctor sort of half-nodded, neither confirming nor denying what she said. He took her hand and they started to dance.

Rose smirked. "You'll find your feet at the end of your legs; you may care to move them."

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Amy was shocked.

She glanced over to the other side of the window where the Doctor- the real Doctor- was sitting.

He had a wistful look on his face, managing to seem at the same time happy and completely shattered. He looked over to Amy to see her staring at him and he gave a small smile.

"So now you know." Was all he said to her.

Amy suddenly felt awful. Something had obviously happened to this Rose – otherwise, she would still be travelling with him,of that, she was certain – and she (Amy) had just forced him to relive one of his old memories with her. For there was no doubt that the man in the room was the Doctor.

She looked down at the ground, ashamed. "I'm sorry," she said quietly.

The Doctor regarded her for a moment, before pulling himself to his feet and offering her a hand." Come on," He said. "We'd better get back to the TARDIS."