As always a huge Thank you to my Beta TheBigCat. I want to thank all of you that have reviewed and are following the story. Please keep it up. I love to read them. and as I said here's chapter 11 and 12 is already written. let me know what you think. Allons-y

The Doctor wandered down the hall back to the console room. The ship needed some repairs done. She had done a lot of hopping in the last 24 hours. He took out a part of the grating, crawled under and started to work. He concentrated so hard on the task that he forgot about everything for a couple of hours.

That was until he heard her footsteps above him, and everything rushed back. He pulled himself up bumping his head as always and let a grin spread across his face. Rose was sitting on the jumpseat, feet tucked up underneath her as if no time had gone by at all. His grin got wider when he saw what she was wearing- a pink t-shirt and jeans they had never looked so good to him. And for a moment, just a moment, he could see Rose. Simply Rose. The 19 year old girl who had been up for anything.

"So, do you want to go somewhere?" he asked, looking right at her, his smile getting just a bit bigger. "All of space, out there."

He paused for a moment, and then continued. "And have I mentioned it travels in time as well?"

His eyes traced her face, a tentative smile was slowly beginning to show.

"Is that a smile, Rose Tyler?"

Rose shook her head adamantly. "I'm not smiling," she mumbled.

"Yes you are," he grinned. "You're smiling. You're smiling. I got you to smile. The Doctor's work is done here! I got Rose Tyler to smile."

He took a bow to an imaginary audience, but when he looked over at Rose again the smile that had briefly been on her face was gone. Her face once again pinched up in stony resolve.

"Well…" he began quickly, pretending not to notice it. "Forwards or backwards? Actually, I have the perfect place to go."

He started to set the coordinates. She stayed quiet and he rubbed the back of his neck, not sure if he could pull this off- if she would even want him to do what he was about to do. Crossing one's timeline could be dangerous with dire consequences but he thought maybe a few trips down memory lane would help the healing process. Make her remember the good times instead of dwelling on all the bad. Maybe help Rose remember who she used to be. And if they were careful no-one would be any the wiser that they were there.

The TARDIS landed with a familiar sound. This was it- time to see her response. He stood quietly holding the door open for her.

Rose stepped out of the TARDIS, gasped and threw him a questioning look.

What was he playing at bringing her back here?

"Welcome, Rose Tyler, once again to the year 5.5/apple/26, better known as-"

"The end of the world," Rose finished for him. "But why would you bring me back here? What if we run into ourselves? It'll create a paradox and if I remember correctly- which I do- paradoxes are bad."

"Yes... yes, they are, but…" He was trying to come up with an excuse. He couldn't tell her the real reason they were there after all. Blimey, this was difficult. Then it hit him. "Well, you never did get to watch it end last time. I was busy saving the station and you were busy trying not to get burned alive. So I thought it would be fun."

He glanced at Rose trying to read her face for a reaction. It was still set in a slightly bewildered expression. He ploughed on. "As long as we avoid ourselves, no paradox, voila! It'll all work out. We'll solve the problem and still see the show. We can hide out by the columns over there. Nobody'll be the wiser," he finished with a grin, reaching for Rose's hand without thinking about it in order to drag them over to the spot. But she wrenched it out of his grasp before he had gotten a proper hold of it and walked a little behind him to the spot.

He hadn't meant to reach for her. It was just a habit he would have to break before he could get it back.

"There we are," he said, pointing over to the left of the column. "Look at your face, Rose, I think you just said he's blue."

"Well, he is," she responded lightly, if not a little sarcastically. "I was in a bit of shock if you must know."

The steward started to announce the other aliens as they entered the room, but Rose was entranced with seeing herself and her original Doctor again, taking in her expressions. Her watching the proceedings and him watching for her reaction. She had not thought about her old Doctor in a while. Her thoughts always centred on the man next to her. The leather jacket, close crop of hair. The big ears the eyes- a bluish-steel just like the midwinter sky above London on a nice day.

She had no ill feelings towards the man across the room, the one mistake he had done was out of a promise to her mum. This was the man she had run away with. The man who had first showed her the stars. And he was watching every reaction on her young face in rapt attention when he was interrupted by the tree woman. Rose could not remember her name but she remembered the flirting.

"Jabe," the man next to her said softly. Rose had almost forgotten he was there. She nodded and let out a snort as she watched her old Doctor blow air onto Jabe and almost giggled out loud at the flirting that was taking place. The look on her young face was priceless as she stood there holding a clipping of a tree. Then the look of disgust on her face when she was spat at.

"I just stood there. How did I just stand there after he spat at me?"

"I believe, Miss Tyler, you were still in… how did you put it? In shock."

She grinned up at him with that tongue-in-teeth smile and looked back at the scene in front of her.

He had to make himself take a breath. She had given him the smile. Rose may not have realized it but that smile could light up a room. And for just a moment his old Rose was back with him again.

He tucked the memory of it away to reflect on later when times were tough. He now knew this had been the right course of action to have taken. He may not be able to do it often- it was dangerous like she had said- but a few trips like these should help. It was helping him already. He had pushed these great memories to the back of his mind after he had lost her. But these were good memories and it was fun watching her watch herself.

Yes, he thought again. A very good plan indeed.