A/N: No, I have not dropped off the face of the earth, and yes, obviously I have decided to continue this (though how I'll manage, I have no idea). Little bit of warning, I probably not update every month, since I'm just not good at holding to deadlines...
This hasn't been beta-ed, so any mistakes are entirely my own, and so far, it doesn't really have a plot, so it might feel a little... odd.
Anywhoo, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my entirely-too-cute-for-her-own-good friend, Lynn, because I only recently found out she's as big a Doctor Who fan as I am. And we both really love Rose.

Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Rose closed her eyes and allowed all the emotions she had pushed aside for a year wash over her. It had been a little over eleven months since she last stood in this spot, waiting for the Doctor- the Doctor! Rose's eyes flew open and searched the console room. Her heart leapt when she saw an elbow sticking out at the other side of the console.

Taking a deep breath, Rose set Cassie down on the floor and took a step to her right, so she could fully see the doctor. He was leaning on the console, staring at the edge with bespectacled eyes. He wore a blue suit and red converse, the serious expression on his face one she'd seen often while travelling with the Time Lord.

"Hello Doctor," she breathed, hoping the emotion wasn't too obvious in her tone.

For a second she wasn't sure he'd heard her, but then he looked up and faced her fully.

"Rose?"

Doctor POV

Martha was gone and now he was alone again. He hadn't quite expected her to come back and kiss him, but he wasn't surprised. He'd known she had… feelings for him. On one hand he was sad she was gone, but on the other he was also relieved. He knew she felt second best, and to be honest, in that aspect she was; no one could replace Rose. And she was in love with him while he didn't feel the same. Martha was only ever a companion to him, a trusted friend, no more, but definitely not less.

The Doctor froze as he felt a change in the air. Nothing alarming in itself, seeing as this happened quite often in the TARDIS, but he felt a… presence? Like that feeling you get when someone else was in the room, and looking at you. But that was impossible, the TARDIS was set on 'drift' and Martha was back with her family.

"Hello Doctor," a familiar voice said. He'd never forget that voice. The last time he'd heard it, she was shouting out his name in terror, falling towards the void before she was intercepted by Pete Tyler and taken from him forever. No, the last time he'd heard that voice, she told him she loved him, and he'd been too bloody slow to admit the same. It was the voice of the woman he loved. It was Rose Tyler's voice.

Slowly, the Doctor looked up, because he couldn't have heard right, his ears must've been playing tricks on him. But there she was, looking tired and wearing all-black clothing, like she'd been up all night. Even her blonde hair was hidden under a black cap.

"Rose?" he heard himself whispering.

A huge smile broke out on her face and she ran forward. The Doctor straightened up and held out his arms for her. And then she was in his arms, burying her face in his shoulder.

It wasn't until he saw a drop in Rose's hair that he realized he was crying as much as she was.

"I've missed you. So much," she whispered. The Doctor tightened his arms around her, to convey the words he couldn't find. I know, I missed you too.

Rose pulled back, but before he could complain about the lack of contact, her lips were on hers, desperate and passionate, and the best bloody kiss he'd ever had.

They were interrupted by a whimper, coming from the other side of the console. Rose's eyes grew wide and fearful as she pulled away from him. She ran towards the noise. "Cassie? Cassie, what's wrong?" the Doctor heard her ask.

Slowly, he edged around the console until he could see Rose, cradling a little girl of maybe one or two years old. She had straight blonde hair, like her Rose, but had a sharper face.

"It hurts, mommy," the little girl whimpered. "The voices are yelling at me."

Rose held the girl tighter and rocked her. She looked at the Doctor. "Can you do anything?"

"What's wrong with her?" he asked, positioning himself in front of the girl.

"It's her head, she has… gifts…" Rose tried to explain, but couldn't seem to find the words.

The girl sobbed again and tried to bury herself closer into her mother's neck. The Doctor was still wrapping his head around that: Rose was a mother?

"She's telepathic?" he asked, trying to get the girl to look at him.

Rose nodded. "Slightly, yes. Psychic also: she often has nightmares and sometimes knows things are about to happen." There seemed to be something Rose wasn't telling him, but the Doctor ignored it so he could concentrate on the girl.

"Look at me, come on, you can do it," he urged the little girl. She looked up at him with wide, brown eyes, bloodshot from crying. Those eyes were familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on where he'd seen them before. But no matter, first he had to find out what was wrong with her.

"Does she get headaches like this often?" he asked Rose, who'd been watching him closely. Meanwhile he used his sonic screwdriver to check the girl.

"Sometimes, usually when she's had a nightmare, it's never been this bad though. Can you help her?"

"You never took her to a doctor?" he asked confusedly.

"I only ever let Laura, my team's scientist and doctor, look at her. She said there's nothing physically wrong with her," Rose explained, still looking at him intently.

The Doctor frowned. His screwdriver showed him the same. But then what was it?

"You're probably thinking why I never took her to a normal doctor or a specialist," Rose said.

Well, not really, but now that she'd mentioned it, it was a little strange, especially since she now brought it up. The Doctor looked at Rose for the answer.

"I didn't know how I'd explain her having two hearts," she whispered, keeping her eyes on

her child.

Two hearts…

Two hearts…

Two hearts…

The Doctor's mind went blank for what seemed like an eternity. The only way this child could have two hearts was if it was the child… of a Time Lord. The Doctor's own two hearts raced. This could mean one of two things. One: there were Time Lords in Rose's dimension and she's met one of them, which was very unlikely, or two: the child was his.

"Doctor?" Rose's soft voice interrupted his thoughts. She was looking at him now, worry shining in her eyes.

"Rose, who's her father?"

Rose sighed and rubbed her eyes. "Could you look at her first? I'll tell you everything you want to know in a moment."

The Doctor nodded and turned his attention back to the little girl – his little girl – and put his hands on her temples. Now that he knew she was half Time Lord, he knew exactly what to do.

"I've bound her gifts for now," he said while the little girl's eyes drooped and she lay down on her mother's shoulders. "A normal Time Lord child would be able to control it instinctively, but since she's half-human…" The Doctor focussed on Rose's face now. "She's mine, isn't she?" he whispered.

Rose nodded and picked her sleeping daughter up. As she walked towards the TARDIS's sleeping wing, she explained.

"Remember that planet in Cassiopeia? We went to the market and had dinner, and then there was that festival. I'd already had a few too many drinks and there was this man who bet he could get you drunk. Of course you said you never got drunk, no matter how much you drank," Rose said with a smile on her face as she entered her old room. It had stayed exactly the same, except that it now also contained a crib. All pinks and purples and clothes strewn around…

"And then you got drunk, and I got even more drunk… I don't remember anything else 'till the next morning: I woke up naked in your bed in the TARDIS. I wasn't sure how you'd react, so I snuck out before you woke up. Since you didn't seem to remember it anymore, I didn't mention it. I only found out I was pregnant about a week after I'd arrived in the other universe."

The Doctor was frowning. He remembered the planet and the waking up naked, by himself, so he'd assumed nothing had happened. He studied Rose's face. She'd told him she loved him, and certainly seemed to love her daughter. She also didn't look angry or sad that she'd become a mother so young.

But what was he supposed to do? He remembered being a father, he remembered how to take care of children, but the hurt of their deaths was still painfully fresh in his mind. Looking at the little girl, he couldn't help seeing their deaths again.

"What was her name?" he asked Rose in a whisper, not taking his eyes off the sleeping child.

"Cassie, short for Cassiopeia," she replied equally softly.

The Doctor looked up and quirked an eyebrow. "Like the vain queen who proclaimed herself and her daughter to be more beautiful than the gods and nearly got said daughter killed?"

The corner of Rose's lips twitched as she suppressed a grin. "No, like the constellation, you prat."

"Which, incidentally, was named after said queen." The Doctor grinned like he hadn't in a while. Rose rolled her eyes at the Time Lord. The Doctor grinned some more. No matter in what circumstances she had come here, his Rose was back. He pulled her into another hug and rested his head on top of hers. "I'm glad you're back," he whispered.

The room was quiet for a few seconds before Rose replied. "I missed you," she choked out. The Doctor pulled back a little to see she was crying, before pulling her back in and holding her tighter. "I missed you too, Rose. And I'm not letting you go again."

Cassie stirred in her sleep and her cute, scrunched up face seemed to say 'get a room! I'm trying to sleep, here!'

The Doctor chuckled lightly and led Rose to the TARDIS kitchen where they'd sat many a morning, laughing over some stupid joke or other. Once inside, Rose immediately went over to once of the cupboards and rummaged around in it until she found the yellow box usually containing the cocoa powder. The blonde shook it and narrowed her eyes at the lack of sound.

"Where'd all the cocoa go?" she asked with an adorable pout.

The Doctor realized guiltily that Martha had drunk it all.

Rose's eyes narrowed. "So tell me, what's her name?" she asked sweetly.

"What? I… What?" the Doctor stammered. He could honestly say it took a lot to shut him up and even more to render him speechless. He should have known Rose would be able to do it with little more than three words.

Then Rose grinned and then she laughed. "You should have seen your face! I know you don't travel alone Doctor, you always need companions. I learnt that lesson from Sarah Jane. So tell me, who was she and where is she now?" she asked slightly more serious.

So the Doctor told her all about Martha. During his stories, she came to sit on the chair next to him and leaned her head against his shoulder.

"You still haven't told me how you got here," he noticed.

"I'm not quite sure myself. I'd just gotten home from a mission and I was hugging Cassie when Laura called to tell me she'd found strange particles in my blood. I think she called them huan?"

"Huon particles?" The Doctor couldn't believe his ears, out of all the people in all of Rose's universe, she was the one who got huon particles in her blood. But something still didn't add up.

"Yes, that's it! But what are they, Doctor?"

"It's what's in the Tardis, but there aren't supposed to be anymore of those …" he trailed off. Then he remembered Donna Noble.

"Someone else came to the Tardis with huon particles, but they're supposed to latch onto the closest source of huons, so why did they send you to me?" He was speaking more to himself than to Rose, but she answered anyway.

"There's no Tardis in the other universe, my best guess is that it sent me to the closest universe that did, and since the barrier between these two universes was so fragile this one was the closest," she said calmly.

The Doctor looked at her closely. "That's brilliant, when did you get so brilliant?"

Rose smacked him, but was smiling all the same. "I'll have you know I've always been this brilliant, you just never noticed. And I learnt a lot at Torchwood."

The Doctor huffed at the name, though Rose could probably see that he was having as much fun as she was. And that started a round of jabs and jokes with about Torchwood, time travelling, the Doctor's previous regeneration and bananas versus pears.

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