Just a fun idea that popped into my head. It is vaguely inspired by the lyrics to a PVRIS song called Same Soul - I can send the lyrics as a respond to any reviews given if requested. Has the potential to get dark and/or depressing. But also quite fluffy :) Please leave a review if you enjoy, thank you.

Well, that had been a rather bumpy ride.

The Doctor leapt back to his feet using the console for balance and straightened out his bowtie. The TARDIS had been in perfect harmony with the vortex one moment, then had suddenly began thrusting around like an animal caught in a painful trap, her engines groaning with the agony. He'd tried to steady her course, to ease her out of it, but even the Doctor hadn't been able to prevent this. It was… familiar. Hesitantly, he clutched the readout monitor and eyed it carefully, afraid of what it might say. Nothing out of the ordinary, as far as he could tell, so he let his shoulders sag and made a 'phew' sound before racing towards the doors. A normal, London house. Well, more like mansion. He threw open the doors excitedly, into the great unknown.

Apparently, the great unknown was a walk-in closet filled with 21st century fashion staples. He frowned and spun on the spot to point at the console room. "All that fuss and for what? A wardrobe?"

He hadn't heard the door to the closet as it softly opened behind him. He didn't hear the small gasp escape from the newcomers' lips, or see the way they trembled at the sight of him.

The Doctor waggled one last accusing finger at his beloved time machine, closed the doors and once again spun on his feet before almost stumbling to the floor in shock.

The blonde had her hand on her mouth, eyes sparkling with tears. "Doctor?"

He let out a single, short breath. Like he'd been punched in the gut.

"Rose."

Moments earlier…

Rose sat cross-legged on her mother's sofa, stuffing down a packet of prawn cocktail crisps and she desperately tried to listen to the telly. Jackie was hovering around, cleaning up after the party she'd just hosted and lecturing her daughter about how late it was.

"The boys will be leaving soon, so hurry up will ya!" Her mum threw a cushion in her direction, narrowly missing her face.

"Oi!" Rose complained, though she did switch the TV off at that. "I'm not gonna sleep in, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard that before. Now come on, say your goodbyes and off to bed."

She rolled her eyes but complied, especially when she heard a certain someone scoffing nearby. She looked towards the doorway to the sitting room and saw the love of her life standing, leant casually against the frame. He was looking older but there was no denying that this was the same man that had swept her off her feet at nineteen years old, showing her the universe and all that it had to offer. These days, they settled for travelling the world, Earth-bound in their parallel prison and set to live a normal, human life together. It wasn't so bad, anyway, and he was still so handsome in his suits and Converse trainers. She moved from the sofa at the sight of him and gave him a hug. He pecked her forehead with a kiss and raised an eyebrow.

"Twenty-six years old and still taking orders from dear old mum?"

"Some things never change." She sighed, happily. "You off then?"

"Looks like it." He nodded.

"I'll miss you."

"It's only one night."

"I know." She wound her fingers around his and flashed him a cheeky grin. "Just not used to an empty bed."

Another raise of his brow. "Cheeky."

She poked her tongue between her teeth and winkled her nose. At that, he couldn't help but sweep her into another embrace, then started at her lips with great difficulty. "Oh, this whole no kissing until tomorrow thing…"

"I know." She agreed with a giggle. "You best go before we do something we regret."

"Rodger." He gave her a two fingered salute and then headed towards the hall. "I'll see you tomorrow, then."

"That you will." She called after him, her chest already feeling hollow as he left. She almost went after him for one last hug but Jackie began to usher her towards the bedroom.

"Come on, love bird. Get to bed. Now!"

"Alright!"

Rose entered her bedroom within the Tyler Mansion. Even though she barely used it anymore, Jackie and Pete had insisted she kept some clothes and toiletries here in case she ever need to sleep over, so she guessed it was a good job they had. It was as she was about to undress when she heard a weird noise coming from her walk-in closet. She swallowed and quietly crept towards the door, considering the idea that there was a burglar – or worse, a rat – on the other side. Ever the brave Defender of Earth, she kept her fears in check and opened the entrance warily.

She gasped and almost fell to the floor in horror.

The TARDIS was parked in her closet.

The TARDIS?!

"All that fuss and for what? A wardrobe?" The words came from a man who she very much did not recognise, who then spun around and practically tripped over his own feet when he clocked her. His hair was floppy, trousers too short and he wore a bowtie. Even with this attire and completely different face, she knew there was only one man this could be.

"Doctor?" She whispered, almost afraid of the word.

His face softened when she spoke.

"Rose."

"No." She shook her head.

Taken aback, the Doctor blinked his eyes a few times and pulled a face. "Sorry, what?"

"No." she said, louder and firmed. "Go back."

"I've missed you too." He replied with heavy sarcasm.

Rose was having none of it. "Do you know how long it took for us to get over you? Not just me, but both of us? Do you understand how many therapy sessions and arguments and terrifying nights it took to get us to a place where we could finally be happy?"

The Doctor tried to speak, but she raised her voice again, tears in her eyes. "You don't get to just walk back into our lives! You don't get to just dictate how we live! What are you even doing here?"

"I don't know." He answered truthfully, holding his hands up in a sort-of surrender. "Rose, I'm sorry. I honestly do not know why the TARDIS took me here."

"Just leave." She backed away from him. "I can't do this. You can't do this to me."

"I'm sorry."

They stood there for a few minutes, the Doctor with his hands held forward, and Rose sniffing as she tried to regain her composure. After a while, she finally relented.

"You regenerated again."

"Yes." He half smiled, lowering his hands to his sides. "A long time ago."

She couldn't help but smile back, just a little. "Are you alone?"

He nodded once and she looked to the floor. More silence.

"You shouldn't be here." She whispered. "But… it's good to see you again."

He beamed. "Rose Tyler. Oh, how I've missed you."

"So, how comes you can travel between worlds." She ventured, genuinely curious. "It's not meant to be possible. I spent ages trying to do it, remember?"

"Like I said, I don't know." The Doctor was suddenly in full investigator mode, and began feeling the walls between clothing racks, then licking his finger and holding it in the air. "I fear it's something to do with the cracks in the universe that have been following me for a while now."

"Cracks?" Rose questioned.

He was on the floor now, ruffling the carpet. "The TARDIS sort of blew up. But don't worry, I reset the universe. Or so I thought."

Rose took his words in without fully understanding him, which was always the way between them. Even when they'd first met, and he told her he was an alien from another world, her response had simply been 'okay'. She was the Queen of taking it in her stride. She was lost in the memories of their first meeting as he stood and opened the door into her room, so she didn't stop him in time.

He continued to feel the walls of her bedroom and she felt her cheeks go beetroot red. "Doctor."

"I know there's something, there has to be something." He uttered, now waving his sonic screwdriver around. He was animated, arms flying everywhere as he searched. "A crack, a rift, something!"

"Doctor."

"Why send me here, anyway? A bit coincidental to land me right on your doorstep. Well, wardrobe. You get the idea. But why…?"

"Doctor!"

"What?" He finally ceased his flapping and dropped onto her bed, sitting on the edge and staring at her quizzically. "What's wrong?"

She gestured towards the bed. He looked down at the covers and realised at that moment that he was sitting on a dress. The Doctor leapt up and began apologising, smoothing the material out and then turned back to face her, eyes playful and grin wide. She still looked horrified, and he didn't get why until the cogs in his brain turned and he registered exactly what the dress spread across the bed actually was.

He turned slowly and stared down at the ivory silk, pocketing his screwdriver as the realisation dawned on him. He didn't look at her as he spoke again.

"You're getting married."