Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far. I haven't written more than what I have written in the last couple of days. This one is a nice long one and will hopefully answer some questions/make new questions for you all.

I don't own anything in the story :(

After the day's events in New New York, The Doctor decided that he needed a little rest. The exhaust fumes had really taken it out of him and the shock of The Face of Boe's message had only just begun to sink in. He needed time to digest everything. Plus there was the emotional strain of telling Martha about his planet and the Time War. Martha was off sleeping or eating or doing whatever humans do when they have rest time and the TARDIS was in temporal orbit around the Northern Star.

The Doctor reached his room. It was not unlike the TARDIS library, except messier. Old books written in ancient and extinct scripts were stacked in piles on the floor. It was dark. There was a replicated glass ceiling which showed the part of space that they were in. The inky black was littered with thousands of shimmering, silver dots.

The Doctor removed his suit jacket and placed it on a coat stand by the door. He proceeded to his bed. It was the dominating feature of the room. It had four posts on each corner, made of a dark wood from a planet a million miles away. The sheets were the colour of ink, indigo in the starlight. He climbed onto the bed. He rubbed his face with his hand and when he opened his eyes she was there, sitting by his feet.

"Tough day at the office?" Rose asked.

"You have no idea." He responded. She was not in the red dress from before, nor was she in the suit from the hospital. This time she was wearing a red, satin slip. She looked more like the Rose of is memories now. Her hair was in loose curls and a mischievous innocence was written over her face. He liked her like this. Right now he didn't care who she was, he needed her to be by his side. She started to remove his shoes.

"Want to talk about it?" She enquired. He looked at her, puzzled.

"Don't you already know what happened? You know, with being in my mind and everything?"

"Yes, but sometimes it helps to talk things out." She looked deep into his eyes and through to his soul. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up to lie beside him. With his arm around her and her head resting on his shoulder, he began to recount the day's events.

"So I took your advice back in Elizabethan England and I was more patient with Martha. Turns out she is quite brilliant." A smile grew across his face as he said this, "So I thought, why not take her into the future and see how she handles it. I wanted to take her to some place different, but not so much of a culture shock that would scare her away. So I thought 'New New York'. And since we never got to check out the actual city I thought this would be a good chance." He looked down at Rose. She was hanging on to every word.

"So was it as spectacular in the city as the hospital was?" She asked.

"Well we landed in the under city. Some place called Pharmacy Town. There were all these vendors selling chemical moods. They had everything, happy, angry, even forget. That's when I first thought everything was odd because I know that the Senate of New New York had banned those 30 years before Martha and I landed there. Those patches are so dangerous!"

"So then what happened?"

"Martha was kidnapped! Taken to the motorway! This couple wanted to get to Brooklyn to raise their baby, but needed three people to gain access to the fast lane, which turned out to just be a feeding ground for Macra."

"I thought that Macra were wiped out millennia before New Earth was established. And that led to the push for a new human home-world. Hence, the establishment of New Earth." Rose stated. The Doctor didn't know what to make of this comment. Rose didn't know who the Macra were, and she certainly wasn't completely up to date with the history of New Earth. He noted to think more on this later.

"Well apparently they weren't. They were feeding off the exhaust fumes of thousands of stranded humans and humanoids in the motorway. But Martha was clever enough to keep the three of them alive till I could find a way to open the motorway. And guess who ran into me?" The Doctor excitedly proclaimed.

"Who?" Asked an eager Rose.

"Novice Hame! She was attending the Face of Boe, just like back when we were there. Turns out that the entire upper-class of New Earth was wiped out by a virus in a chemical patch called Bliss. So Hame and the Face of Boe trapped every surviving humanoid in the under city and motorway to preserve the human race! So when I got there I opened up the motorway to the rest of the planet and they are now going to start from scratch." He finished as a big grin once again across his face.

"Sounds like a pretty average day at the office to me. What else happened?" she asked. The smile across his face transformed into a hard, sad look. He had been dreading talking about this, but he needed her to help him think about the possibilities.

"The Face of Boe died." He simply said. Her face fell too. Her eyes implored him for more information. "He gave his life energy to power the system which had shut down the planet. And he parted his message to me."

"What did he say?"

"'You are not alone.'" The Doctor's voice trembled as he repeated the words. Silence filled the room.

They were both deep in thought. He was thinking about what the message meant. Was there another Time Lord out there? If so who and why hadn't they tried to seek him out? If it wasn't another Time Lord what could it be? She was thinking about whether the message was about her, about what was yet to come. This time it was her turn to protect her companion.

"You should have a shower, or a bath. Something to help you relax and digest all the day's events. I'll be here waiting for you when you are finished." She told him. He sat up, kissed her on her forehead and proceeded to the bathroom across the room.

When the door was shut and the sound of water rushing filled the room the TARDIS let out a low hum, so only Rose could hear.

"I don't know what the Face of Boe could have meant," She replied to the TARDIS, "The Bad Wolf was created after the prophecies were seen. I am a completely new force, outside of the influence of the universe. It could not have been about me." The TARDIS hummed a response.

"I cannot see who or what it is. This person is still hidden from Time. I do not think that this is a positive. I will do my best to protect The Doctor and Martha Jones." Stated Rose.

The water stopped running and the door opened. The Doctor entered the room wearing a burgundy bath robe. Rose was still there on the bed, like she promised. He approached the bed and sat beside her.

"Rose, I have no idea who you are or why you are here. But thank you." He said, running his hand up and down her leg in a soothing, stroking action.

"Doctor, I am someone who cares about you very much." She sat up next to him, her face barely an inch from his. He could feel her breath on his neck. Her eyes fell to the tie holding his robe closed. She began to tug at it while his hand found her neck and slid the delicate strap of her slip off her shoulder.

"Remember the night after we escaped from Krop Tor?" She asked, her voice low and deep with desire. He remembered how he and Rose laid on his bed in each other's arms, holding each other close. They fell asleep, fingers and legs entwined. But nothing more happened.

"All I could think about that night was doing this to you." His voice was just as thick with longing and passion as hers. He closed the distance between them and captured her lips with his. Their actions were frantic and heated. They had both waited so long for this. He pushed her onto the bed and he assumed dominance over her. He was hungry for Rose. And he would have her. Tonight.

What do you all think? More thinking in this one, not so much conversation. I really hope you like it! Please review!!! xx