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Ten minutes, it had been. The Doctor had stood in the doorway of the media room for exactly ten minutes and twenty-two second as he watched Rose continue playing the memory of their adventure in Pete's World. He had finished tinkering early and wanted to check on her. He came in expecting her to still be in the catatonic state he had left her in, but was both surprised and relieved that she was watching the memory by herself. He was proud of her taking a new step further down her road to recovery, especially after his confession took them both a step back. Yet here she was, pulling herself five steps forward.

That was his Rose—she was strong.

He dared himself not to speak while he stood and watched, fearing he would startle her and stop the forward progression she had made on her own. That wasn't something he wanted, so he waited until she would either pause the memory or finish it. Emotions flooded her features, flickering between hurt and sadness and happiness and enjoyment. Mostly hurt, he could tell. He knew this wasn't easy for her. He dreaded the moment for when they would experience the events of what happened at Canary Wharf. Next to being universes apart, this current adventure was also tough. But Rose was getting through it, being the brave pink and yellow girl that she is.

It was then the memory paused, but she had turned around and spotted him before he could make his presence known. That didn't stop him from speaking the truth from his hearts.

"It was always going to be you, Rose Tyler," he said softly. "Even with everything I felt—the wrong things like pushing you away—it was going to be you. Nobody could compare to you, Rose." He nodded at the screen. "This was the moment—this very minute of memory when things became clear to me, where I slowed down to a jog instead of running, screaming into the night. The moment I decided to come after you instead of going after Mickey. We both know I should have gone with him since he was new to the travelling and didn't know the rules, but I chose you, Rose Tyler, even though you could have handled yourself. Back then when I wasn't thinking so clearly, I made myself believe it was because you would need me more, and I had full intentions of keeping you away from that world's Pete and Jackie. But later when we were back, I knew that I had gone with you because I needed that hand to hold, and knew it was because it was better with two."

Rose fell silent, too much for his liking. It worried him when she got like this, and it reminded him of his previous self—broody and defiant. She took a few deep breaths, her chest constricting with every release before walking around the couch and approaching him. He stood in his place, feeling his legs trembling a bit. He supposed he was terrified that she was going to brush him aside and continue to her room.

That's why he didn't see the sharp slap coming his way ans forcing him back a foot. His hand came up to rub his cheek. Blimey, she hit like her mother.

"Okay," he began. "I'm sure I deserved that, but why?"

What came next shocked him more when she placed a tender kiss to his lips. "The slap, Doctor, was for giving away ten years of your life to get us back home—ten years less with you, even if it was for a good cause. The kiss was because you chose me. Even with all you were denying, you still picked me."

The Doctor smirked, placing a hand to her cheek. "You, Rose Tyler, continually shock and amaze me, and I wouldn't have it any other way." He placed a gentle kiss to her lips before giving her a tight hug, his voice low. "Rose, I am truly sorry. More than I could ever tell you. Should we watch the rest?"

She sighed. "Yeah," she replied.

Pulling away from each other, he took her hand and led them back to their spots on the couch. Rose settled beside him with her head against his shoulder, inhaling his scent that brought her comfort like nothing else could do. The Doctor started the memory from where it left off, and she prepared herself.

"Mickey's mum just couldn't cope," her on-screen self was telling the on-screen Doctor. "His dad hung around for a while, but then he just sort of wandered off. He was brought up by his gran. She was such a great woman. God, she used to slap him! And then she died. She tripped and fell down the stairs. It's about five years ago now. I was still in school."

"I never knew."

"Well, you never asked."

"You never said."

"That's Mickey. I suppose I—we just take him for granted. Do you think she's still alive, his gran?"

"Could be. Like I said—parallel world, gingerbread house. We need to get out of here as fast as we can."

Rose pressed her body closer to his warmth and let out a laugh of relief. "I guess I did know how I was treating him," she murmured out loud. "At least this shows me that what I remember in my head may not always be right. Not that I don't owe him an apology, I never did that—not when I first got left here, and then he was back to this world without me knowing. Did you know he never mentioned it once to me he just made the decision to leave? And I had to clean up the mess he left behind. Well, Pete did, I was in no shape to. I think the other you helped some."

She never even noticed that the memory had paused as she continued to ramble about things. The Doctor was pretty sure it was a defense mechanism, a new one that she had developed, which was quite the breakthrough. Rose used to bottle things up, then she exploded and cried. Now she was moving on to the rambling phase, admitting things. Even though he was proud to see her that way, her muses would surely distract her from the memories within, and she needed to hold onto those. She needed to stop talking so he could resume the memory, but he was so enchanted with her. She sounded so much like him at the moment, and it was adorable. But nonetheless, they needed to move on. He reached over and lightly placed his hand over her mouth, her eyes widening in surprise.

"We will go visit Mickey again soon, and you can say sorry," he told her gently. "Okay?" She nodded as a response. "I'm gonna start the memory again, alright?"

Once more, she nodded. The Doctor removed his hand from her mouth and she proceeded to snuggle back into his side. He rested his head against hers, nuzzling her hair and letting her scent surround him. He pressed play and the memory continued.

"What're they all doing?" the on-screen Doctor asked, looking around the crowded street he and Rose were walking through.

"They've stopped," she said.

"It's the earpieces. Like Bluetooth attachments, but everyone's connected together."

"It's on my phone. It's automatic, look. It's downloading. Is this what they're all getting? News, international news, sports, weather."

"They get it direct. Downloaded right into their heads."

"TV schedules, lottery numbers."

"Everyone shares the same information. A daily download published by Cybus Industries."

"You lot, you're obsessed. You'd do anything for the latest upgrade."

"Oi, not my lot. Different world, remember."

"It's not so far off your world. This place is only parallel. Oh, look at that. Cybus Industries, owners of just about every company in Britain, including Vitex. Mister Pete Tyler's very well connected. Oh, okay. I give up. Let's go and see him."

Rose inwardly snorted. Her on-screen self had batted her eyelashes at the Doctor and placed her chin on his shoulder, trying to convince him to let them go find Pete. Using every bit of her female flirtations to get him to do what he knew he must not, but in the end his own curiosity is what made him agree. His spidey senses had been tingling, and now that she looked at them she knew in her heart he had only gone because he knew something was knocked askew in Pete's World. That was what the Doctor would do—dive right into the mix. It was one of the many things she had grown to love about him back then. She refocused her eyes to the screen and felt the shudder start from her toes and run straight up her spine. On the screen was what her home would soon become.

Through that front door and up the stairs, four doors to the right was her bedroom. Not yet, of course, but the events that had led to her being trapped there the first time. Her room that had been painted TARDIS Blue, but held no hum, no console room, and most importantly, no Doctor. That room had been her salvation and her damnation—her home and her prison. Rose could feel the first couple of tears slip free. She didn't know if she was strong enough to face this now, but she knew she had to try. She forced the memories back and concentrated on the screen, willing herself to stay strong and pulling herself even closer to the man sitting next to her until she was nearly in his lap.

The Doctor felt her shudder, knowing how much seeing the house would be hard for her. He practically smelled the salt of her tears, felt her spine stiffening as she forced herself to carry on. He was going to tell her that he could see it, but refrained. She was being strong, and he admired that greatly. Even with her emotions teetering on the edge he enjoyed as she had snuggled in closer. It was wonderful and arousing, he had to admit. Wait, stop! He wanted to kick himself for thinking that way when this was a healing moment for Rose. His control was very slippery where she was concerned. He applied himself to the task at hand, offering her comfort as the memory played on.

"We could have been anyone."

"Got us in, didn't it?"

"You're in charge of the psychic paper. We could've been guests. Celebrities. Sir Doctor, Dame Rose. We end up serving. Did enough of this back home."

"If you want to know what's going on, work in the kitchens. According to Lucy, that man over there"

"Who's Lucy?"

"She's carrying the salmon pinwheels."

"Oh, that's Lucy, is it?"

"Yeah. Lucy says, that is the President of Great Britain."

"What, there's a President, not a Prime Minister?"

"Seems so."

"Or maybe Lucy's just a bit thick."

Rose gasped at herself on screen. Dear god, she had been dripping with jealousy and trying to pass it off as snobbish—her voice, her actions. It was no wonder he had figured out she had feelings. She knew she was jealous of Sarah Jane, but this was even beyond that. She didn't even know the girl he had spoken about and had just taken a look and green that had filled her vision. She moved away from him a bit, angry at her young self for acting like such a fool.

The Doctor noticed her shift, and gently eased her into his lap. "It's alright, Rose," he said softly. "Truth be told, I kind of liked the fact you were protective of me like that. Didn't wanna like it, but oh Rose, I simply adored those moments when you got like this. You were quite adorable when you would be seething a bit. I told you I had feelings for you, I just didn't wanna voice them. But our trips together played through my mind almost all the time, and this was one of my favorites. You being mad at somebody you didn't know that I spoke a few words to really showed…really showed how much you feel for me as well."

She met his eyes and smiled softly. "I relived certain memories myself," she told him. "That first time after Norway. But this was never one."

He smiled at her and brushed his lips against hers before they both settled back down to watch the rest of the memory.

It played out the rest of the way ending with on-screen Rose crying in her mother's arms, to which Rose of now began doing the same in the Doctor's. With that one adventure down, they both felt that some healing had been done. Rose had spoken to him of her feelings towards Pete and how she had felt abandoned by Mickey when he had chosen to stay. They talked for hours about how she had felt on that trip and she confessed about something related to her old phone, the one they had left with Mickey, that had been her salvation when she had fallen through the wall. It had photos of them on it. Mementos of their adventures together. Her mother had printed them out and given them to her to keep as a reminder of what she had been fighting for to get back to him.

When they went to bed that night, they both felt a lot better. Before the Doctor fell asleep he decided that a trip was in order until they would start the next memories. The only question was where he wanted to tale Rose. It deserved to be a special place, one where the memories would be even grander. The idea suddenly came to him while she slept in his arms. His old leather jacket was laying beside her, and it had clicked. There was one place where he had wanted to take her for so long but forgot to while being caught up in other wonderful locations in the universe.

It was time to take her to go see dogs with no noses, and to give her a first date she would always remember.


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