DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own Doctor Who. Yes, I wish I did. No, I don't earn any money from this. Yes, David Tennant is My Doctor.

ALL PRAISE TO THE MIGHTY BBC! ;)

SUMMARY: Starting at the end of Utopia, things change for the Doctor and the Master. But in a good way, I promise! Doctor/Rose. (This is my first fic, so take it easy on me, please!)

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The Doctor woke the next "morning" as if someone had thrown a pail of cold water in his face.

He'd had the most wonderful dream.

Rose was home and in his bed, sleeping as if she hadn't a care in the world.

He grimaced and made his way to his en suite bathroom. While showering, he argued with his rather magnificent Time Lord brain that he could NOT have been asleep for more than 2 weeks. But his internal chronometer was never wrong.

"I'm going to kill him," he growled. "Finally put him out of my misery." Then, quickly dressed and stalked to the console room.

"Koschei!" he screamed. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" and made his way to his former friend's room.

Koschei was woken, from a very pleasant dream thank you very much, to the sound of his door being kicked open by a very angry Oncoming Storm. He gulped and tried to scoot across the bed, one palm up in front of him as if to either attempt to calm his friend or ward him off. Both, if he was honest with himself.

"Now, Theta, I can explain..." was as far as Koschei got before the other man wrapped his hands around his neck, dragged him from his bed, and slammed him against the wall.

"What were you thinking? What did you do after you DRUGGED ME?"

The Doctor didn't hear the scared gasp, the patter of feet running to his side, and barely registered the attempt to pull his hands from the other Time Lord's neck.

"Doctor, stop! Let him go! He was ony trying to help us!"

"NO! He betrayed me! He knew getting you back to me is impossible. You're stuck in that other universe. YOU'RE DEAD!" He sobbed then, his grip slackening, pulling Koschei to him in a desperate embrace. "She's dead, Koschei. She's gone. My Rose is gone."

Koschei pulled The Doctor's arms from around him and turned him around as Rose reached for him.

"I'm here my Doctor," she reached a hand to his face. "I'm here."

His tears subsided enough to allow him to see the woman in front of him and he moved to hold her hand to his cheek. "Are you really? You're not a dream, going to disappear when I wake up, like you always do?"

She smiled that precious tongue in teeth smile and giggled. "Daft old Time Lord," and kissed him the way she had dreamed for the last thousand years.

He sobbed against her mouth, pulling her to his chest, holding her so tightly. He broke away, all to quickly to her liking, just to look at her again. "My Rose," and dove down for more of her sweet taste.

Koschei cleared his throat behind them.

The Doctor growled against Rose's mouth at the interruption, drawing a bit of a sweet, deep moan from her when he pulled her tighter to him. He decided then and there to get her to make that sound again and as soon as possible.

Koschei cleared his throat again, louder.

The Doctor ripped his mouth from Rose's with a loud, "WHAT?"

"Could you please take this somewhere else? I WAS trying to sleep." He rubbed his bruised throat for emphasis.

Rose laughed and took hold of The Doctor's hand, pulling his attention back to her. "Run!"

He laughed, happy for the first time in years, as they ran out the door.

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Just so's ya know... Next chapter? Yeah. Gonna be a bit... intimate. Just FYI.
You can skip it though... You know, if ya want. Just a bit o' fair warning.
;)