Rose grinned the whole while the Tardis flew, as the Doctor ran about the console pulling levers, pressing buttons and turning knobs with great enthusiasm. Rose had sometimes wondered if he actually knew what they all did, or the Tardis knew what he wanted to do and adjusted accordingly. The Doctor stopped half way through his run around and turned to Rose, his eyes alight. "Pull down on that lever," he told her, pointing to it.
She rushed forwards. "This one?" she asked putting her hand around it.
"Yep!" The both of them flew the Tardis, with the Doctor yelling out what to press to Rose, he felt that maybe she deserved it, to have a chance of flying the Tardis one last time.
The Tardis came to a stop, and she swayed grabbing onto the console to stop herself falling over, the Doctor who had many years of experience, adjusted the way he stood accordingly, and toppled over anyway. She giggled at him, holding out her hand. The Doctor took it and pulled himself up to his feet, brushing himself off and straightening the bow tie.
He held out his arm to her, and she looped hers through with a smile. The duo left the Tardis, and ended up standing on the corner of a suburban street, lines of houses spread out in front of them, each house with it's own little difference it's own little quirk. Children's toys in the garden of one, elaborate statues in another, an overgrown garden, a garden that had clearly had a lot of work on the garden.
"Nice area?" the Doctor said, it was half a question asking if it was, and half a statement saying that it looked like one.
Rose nodded, abstract minded. "It's lovely," she said with a glance at the one they were passing. "Though the people that live there aren't," she added as an undertone, he hid a smile.
They reached Rose's house. "Hush," she said with an amused smile, as the colour of the door was blue, as close to the Tardis colour that the two of them could find. In comparison, it made the house stand out.
"I like it," he told her smiling, patting the door fondly. He eyed the key that she took out. "Is that your Tardis key?" he appeared surprised.
She held it up into the light. "The very same one you gave me after we came home a year later than we were meant to," she gave him a pointed look and he shuffled awkwardly. "I still don't know if Mum's forgiven you for that," she said with a laugh inserting the key into the door. He frowned, hoping that he wouldn't bump into said Tyler during this visit.
"Doctor?" Rose called out, shutting the door behind them both. The Doctor nearly answered, before he realised that Rose was calling out to the metacrisis Doctor, her Doctor.
"I'm in the study Rose!" the Doctor started, how strange it was to hear his previous voice, it sounded so foreign but at the same time not. Strange to think that he had talked like that.
"Do you want to come out dear? We've got company."
"Who?"
"You'll see."
"If it's Jackie…" Rose's Doctor trailed off, and Rose snorted, it appeared his relationship with Jackie was still on tenterhooks. Her Doctor, walked out of a room on the left, and stopped at the sight of Rose and this other man. He frowned slightly for a brief moment before breaking into a grin. "Hello Doctor."
Rose stared.
"Hello," The Doctor replied.
Rose continued to stare. "How…"
"You don't think I wouldn't recognise myself Rose?" her Doctor asked with an amused shake of her head. "He may have regenerated, but I am still the person he was when I was created." Rose muttered something nonsensical under her breath, and her Doctor chuckled.
"Well into the kitchen than, you too and I'll make some tea," she shooed them in, watching fondly as they entered the kitchen, starting to chatter at each other in their excited manner. Though there was an edge to them, they both seemed somewhat reserved, that was mostly hided by their enthusiasm.
"So why did you regenerate this time?" Rose's Doctor asked, as the two sat down at the table, and Rose went to fiddle with the kettle.
"Oh, radiation," her Doctor frowned slightly, wondering how he had managed such a feat. The eleventh Doctor leaned back in his chair. "Long story that one, involves the master and the timelords."
If he had looked shocked at the mention of the master, it was nothing to a few seconds later with the timelords. "Timelords?" he stuttered, his eyes wide. The Doctor nodded, and proceeded to tell the tale, Rose had forgotten completely about the tea as she leaned on the bench and watched the two Doctor's with a faint smile.
"Come sit down Rose," the metacrisis Doctor said, with a glance over his shoulder at her. "Because I don't think that tea is getting done," he smiled widely at her, and she shrugged with a smile, pulling up a chair next to him, interlocking her fingers with his. The duo smiled at each other, and The Doctor stared sadly for a few moments but pushed it back.
Beneath it all he was happy, happy that Rose was happy, that she seemed to be enjoying her life with the Doctor. "So what do you two do?" he asked them, bringing their attention back to him. "Torchwood still?" he asked of Rose, who had joined the first time he had left her in Norway.
She nodded. "Yep, The Doctor joined," the prodded him in the side. "Only because he didn't want to work in a shop," she teased of him.
"It's bad enough I've got a mortgage," he muttered disdainfully under his breath. "I wasn't about to go work in a shop! Imagine that," he wrinkled his nose, and Rose laughed.
The Doctor smiled fondly. "The Doctor and Rose Tyler, defenders of the earth."
The metacrisis glanced sideways at Rose, and grinned, she grinned back. "Sounds about right. Always on the run me and you."
"Allonsy Rose Tyler," he said with a chuckle. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Either would I," she grinned, with her tongue poking the tip of her top teeth.
He was happy that she was happy, but he was also dreadfully lonely.
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