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The promised ice cream was sitting on the table when Rose walked into the room. She had not indulged in ages and she fully planned to fill her stomach tonight. She dropped the Time Lord's hand and eagerly made her way towards the treat.

He had set out spoons and sprinkles, sauce and a billion different candies including the jelly babies he favoured. She popped a few cherry ones in her mouth and moaned in delight as the flavours burst forth on her tongue.

Meanwhile, he had another ball in his hand and she resigned herself to the fact that another memory was about to play. But she was also eagerly anticipating it. Even though they stirred emotions she had long buried, the memories were triggering parts of her old self.

Rose was starting to wonder if the Time Lord knew they were working. She was beginning to think he might have found a way to fix her. Which made her emotions go crazy; she had wanted him to see him fail. But now a part of her hoped he would succeed.

Her heart would never be open to him again, but she wanted at least a part of her old self back. The part of herself that could smile and laugh without feeling guilty for doing so. So she settled back against the bean bag that the Tardis had provided her, with a big bowl of ice cream and waited for the show to start.

She could feel the Time Lord settle in next to her with his own bowl. Rose looked over and their eyes met and held. He tentatively smiled. "You ready?"

She nodded her head a little too eagerly and his smile broadened a bit. She ducked her head and could feel the heat on her cheeks. Crap. He could still make her turn red with just a look. Note to self: work on that.

The sounds of the memory started to play and the lights dimmed automatically. There she was smiling brightly and asking him to run a scan on alien tech. She mimicked the sentence at the same time the memory did. "Give me some Spock for once. Would it kill you?"

The man next to her laughed in giddy delight at the Rose on screen and the one next to him. "You remembered!"

She cocked her head to the side. "Yeah, guess I did."

She was curious about this memory. There was so much she had not been there for since she was first hanging from a barrage balloon in an air raid and then with Jack in his ship. Moonlight Serenade went through her head even as she watched the events play out on screen.

The Doctor, meanwhile was watching Rose again, He was liking these memories more and more. She would become so engrossed that he could study her, take in the minute expressions as they came upon her face. He automatically categorized them, wanting to remember every one.

He had not mentioned the hand holding that had taken place on the way to the media room and just let it be. But his nerves still tingled from where their palms had been pressed. It was not the intertwined hand holding they had done in the past, but it was a good start. He wanted to reach over and grab it again but was not going to push his luck.

He knew that on a physical level Rose still found him attractive. The moment in her room earlier today had proven that fact, and the blush that had lit her face this evening just confirmed it all the more. He could not wait to get his hands on her again even if it was only in the platonic sense, and he had plans to do just that as soon as the memory ended.

He was going to make her dance with him. Just like they had done once before. After all, the world doesn't end if the Doctor dances. This him and her had never danced; never had the chance, they had always been too busy running. Hopefully she would let him.

The music was all cued up. However, he also knew that if Rose allowed them to dance that she would flee out of the room as soon as it was over. Punishing herself for giving in to her emotions, both past and present.

So, thinking ahead, he had soniced the door so she would have to face him instead of fleeing. Running was something they most definitely had in common.

Rose's bowl clattered to the floor drawing his attention from her face down to her hands. They were clenched in her lap as the gas masked people in the room cornered them. He was well aware that both of them knew it would end well. But it was still scary.

He reached out tentatively, unsure if his touch would be welcomed, and was pleasantly surprised when she jumped and grabbed his hand, holding it tightly with hers. His hearts rejoiced he did not care that she had done it out of fear, because she was allowing him to touch her. His hand tightened around hers a little more.

The rest of the memory played out and Rose's hand stayed firmly in his grasp, even after the scarier parts were done. His thumb rubbed absently over her soft skin in a soothing manner, hoping that she would not pull away once she realized what she was doing.

Rose was very much aware of the hand holding hers. It sent shivers coursing through her but she could not seem to remove it from where it was. Unconsciously she tightened her grip. Let him make of it what he wanted, but right now that hand was staying firmly in hers. She would deal with the ramifications latter. It just felt so right. Plus, she had already decided that hand holding wasn't going to lead anywhere. After all, it hadn't in the past. Because of him, Rose was smarter this time around. So it would lead to nothing, once again.

She had missed this, though. Sitting, watching a movie with a hand to hold. She had not realized how much until this moment. So her hand stayed in his and she tried to ignore his fingers as they brushed against hers softly. The memory ended with them dancing across the platform, smiles beaming, hers brighter than the sun.

Rose looked up to see him watching her unabashedly. She gently released his hand and turned to face him more fully.

The Time Lord was gazing at her intently again and she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as she tried to battle it back, but failed to do so. He stood up and held out a hand she took it and rose, but he did not drop it. Instead, music filled the room.

The Time Lord, still gazing into her eyes, uttered her words from yesteryear back at her.

"Dance with me? Because the world doesn't end if you and I dance, Rose Tyler."

Rose didn't know if it was because of the song, the long forgotten memories, or the way he said her name. All she could do was nod her head. Her voice would show all the feelings that were coursing through her if she spoke now.

His arms were around her then, and Rose's breath caught. She should not be doing this but her arms betrayed her and reached for his shoulders and his found their way to her lower back. The song played on, the lyrics hauntingly beautiful.

Take me into your loving arms/Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars/Place your head on my beating heart

She felt herself relaxing against him as he pulled her closer. A small part of her kept saying, no, this can't be happening, it shouldn't be happening. But the other part of her was screaming yes. It felt so very good to be in his arms again.

By the time the song was over Rose had tears on her face from the silent war that was raging within her, and her head had found its way to his chest, just between his hearts.

She drew back slowly and released him as if he had burned her.


The Doctor was quite happy. She was dancing with him, and closely too. When her hands had twined around his neck, he had held his breath thinking this would be the moment she bolted, but she had stayed. Then her head ended up on his chest and his mind hummed with contentment and he had tightened his grip further.

He knew the song was coming to an end. The last notes of the melody were coming faster than he would have liked. His eyes fell to her face, where the tears had already started to fall.

She was fighting a battle with her emotions and losing. He knew the battle well. As the last notes of the song drifted away, he felt her withdraw into herself, and she stepped back so quickly it would have shocked him if had not prepared for just this to happen.

He watched as she ran to the door, trying to escape the feelings that were overwhelming her. The curse that followed when she found the door locked did not faze him. She stared at the door and spoke harshly, anger barely contained. "Open it." Then, as an afterthought, "Please."

He could hear her voice wavering with each word, could feel the anger and confusion rolling off her body, but also knew from years of experience that running was not going to help her. "No running, Rose. We're going to talk about what you're feeling. I told you I was going to help and I meant it. Don't you want to get better?"

She turned. He could see the battle raging in her eyes and feared for a moment she was going to come across the room and hit him again, but finally the rage ebbed and she made her way back to sit back in the bean bag she had vacated earlier.

"Talking does not work. Doc-" she stopped herself suddenly, then continued. "-Time Lord. But I told myself I would let you try. So go ahead. Try."

The Doctor stared. The wall was back in place but there were chips. Tiny cracks had appeared and he was going to put a hole in that wall of hers tonight.