The two of the made their way around the place they had landed in. It was while they were doing that, that the Doctor realised how beautiful this place really was. There were flowers everywhere and the sky was a bright blue. It felt summery. I was as if they had landed in a beautiful dream, there wasn't a thing that could go wrong.

On their way around, the Doctor and Rose talked about their past-just the happy moments that they have shared together. It was then that they realised how special their time together had been and how much they really needed each other. The Doctor knew that when the time came and Rose had to go, he would have to stay strong. It wasn't fair if she had to stay behind and look after him, making sure that he didn't do something stupid like trying to kill himself by jumping into the Thames.

Rose didn't want to leave, no matter how much she wanted to see her dad again; she didn't want to leave the man she completely adored, the man who had made her life better by showing her that there was other ways to live your life. What she had said to her mum and Mickey all those years ago when the Doctor had sent her back to Earth to save her before he regenerated, was still true now. It wasn't about seeing all the aliens; it was about living a better life. She didn't want to leave her life that she had made something out of behind. It wasn't fair.

Rose felt tears well up in her eyes. It was times like this where she was glad she was a butterfly and not a human, it meant that the Doctor couldn't see her tears very well. But she started flying slower and the Doctor then sensed that something was not right.

"Rose, what's the matter?" He walked back over to her and looked at her small and delicate form.

"Nothing, I just don't want to go back. I want to stay here with you and have everything back to the way it used to be." Rose told him.

The Doctor continued to look at her and so desperately wanted to hug her, but he knew he couldn't.

"Oh, Rose. I want you to stay too, but you have to go back. You can't stay here forever. Nothing's forever is it?" The Doctor told her.

"I don't care; there must be something we can do." The Doctor could hear the tears in Rose's voice, he wanted to do something, but he couldn't.

"Rose, you're dead, there's nothing I can do." The Doctor told her.

"I should have told you when I started getting ill. We wouldn't be in this position now and we would be walking hand-in-hand around here with smiles upon our faces and I wouldn't be DEAD!" Rose shouted the last word and flew off into the distance again. The Doctor ran after her, he needed her to know that this wasn't her fault and that they would eventually see each other again.

"Rose, wait, come back! It's not your fault you can't blame yourself. We spoke about this before." The Doctor shouted. He saw Rose turn back around and hovered where she was.

"That doesn't change anything. I know you think it wasn't my fault and I know we both blame ourselves, but you have nothing to blame yourself for."

"How about we stop blaming ourselves and just say that it was no-one's fault, because maybe it was." The Doctor told her.

"Believe what you want. It was still my fault."

"Rose listen, I don't want to have this conversation again. What happened happened. There was nothing either of us could have done. Rose, please, stops blaming you it's not doing anyone any favours." The Doctor said. Rose didn't reply. Instead, she flew back to the Doctor and landed on his shoulder. She didn't say anything, but she kept her small head down and didn't look the Doctor in the eye at all.

"Tell you what, why don't we go back to the TARDIS and go around London for bit." The Doctor suggested.

"Can't we just stay in the TARDIS?" Rose asked.

"OK, if you want. Come on then."

The two of them went back into the TARDIS and into the living room where the others were. The Doctor felt happier than he had for a while, due to the fact that Rose was here with him. He knew that he had thought this before, but he didn't care, it was still true. He couldn't wait to tell everyone else, especially Jack, who missed her just as much as he did- well maybe not quite like the Doctor did, but he still missed her a lot.

"Hey, you all right?" Donna asked as they entered the room.

"Yep," the Doctor replied in the way he would normally do when he was happy.

"You seem happier than you did this morning." Martha said.

"I am," the Doctor told them. "I don't think that I'm going to try and kill myself for a while now. Hopefully I won't get that urge again."

"Good," Jack told him.

"Yep, I've finally figured out who this one is." The Doctor pointed to the butterfly that was now sitting on Jack's head.

"Yeah? Who is she then?" Donna asked.

The Doctor looked at the butterfly, telling her that she should tell them and not him. The butterfly flew off of Jack's head and flew onto the Doctor's.

"It's me, Rose." Rose spoke to the three of them and they looked up at her on the Doctor's head.

"How?" Jack asked, it wasn't like him to be speechless at all, but he was. First time for everything, right?

"Well, when I died, I came back as a butterfly." Rose told them. The three of them just looked confused. Rose sighed and flew onto the table in front of them as the Doctor sat on the sofa with everyone and Rose began to tell Martha, Donna and Jack what she had told the Doctor not that long ago.

The three of them listened carefully to what Rose was telling them. The Doctor even decided to listen as well, he didn't have anything else to do and besides he wanted to make sure he hadn't missed anything the first time Rose had told her story.

Once all the story telling was done, Rose and the Doctor left the living room and went into the Doctor's room. Martha looked at her two friends that were still in the living room.

"Is this really happening or is this some kind of joke?" Martha asked.

"I don't think so, but at least the Doctor's happy." Donna said.

"Yeah, but the thing is they don't have long together, as soon as the Doctor's completely better Rose has to go. That's what she told us." Jack said. He didn't want Rose to go, he knew that the Doctor may not be able to cope, but then again maybe he would be able to cope. The good thing was he had been given some more time with the woman he loved, even if she was just a butterfly.

"Yeah, but a little more time together is better than none at all." Martha told him.

"I know, but I'm just worried about the Doctor though." Jack told him. "I'm gonna go and see what they're up to, you can never be too sure with them." Jack looked at them with a glint in his eye that told the girls exactly what he was thinking.

"Jack, you do realise that Rose is a butterfly, there's no way that they would be doing that." Donna told him.

"Well, like I said, y'never know with those two." Jack smiled at them before heading down to the Doctor's bedroom.

"Shall we go with him?" Donna asked.

"In a bit maybe, I think it might be best to leave the three of them alone for a little while, we'll go in soon though." Martha told Donna, Donna nodded and the two of them went to get a drink.

~...~

Inside the Doctor's room, the Doctor and Rose were looking through a photo album which Rose had spotted under the Doctor's bed. All the pictures were of their adventures together from day one. Rose couldn't help but laugh at one photo of the Doctor that she had taken without him knowing. It was just after he had regenerated and he was trying to cook their evening meal, except he had burnt most of it and was trying to put the fire in the oven out.

There was a knock at the door and Jack entered the room a second later. He saw the Doctor and Rose in the bed looking at the photo album. He smiled at them and sat down next to the Doctor being careful not to sit on Rose who was in between the two of them.

"So, found any ones to laugh at yet?" Jack asks his tone humorous.

"I found one with the Doctor trying to put out the oven." Rose said.

"Ha, did he burn the evening meal?" Rose nodded and the Doctor looked back at the album, he had gone a shade of pink which made Jack and Rose laugh.

"Don't worry, Doctor, I'm sure there's a funny one of Rose." Jack told him. Jack took the album and looked through the photos. He stopped after a bit and laughed at a picture, turning the book away from the Doctor and Rose as he laughed.

The Doctor and Rose looked at him and Rose flew nearer so she could look, but Jack moved the book away before she could get a look at the photo.

"Jack, can we have a look please?" Rose asked. Jack passed the book to the Doctor and the Doctor looked at it and burst out laughing. He hid the picture from Rose for a bit. She flew over to him and tried to look stern, but the Doctor just fell about laughing harder.

"All right, what is it? Can I look now? Please?" Rose asked. The Doctor nodded, still giggling and put the book down on the bed so Rose could see. As soon as she had looked at it she turned away, not wanting to look again. The picture was of her in the morning still asleep in bed, her hair a mess on the pillow and her teddy bear in her arms. That wasn't what had been so funny though, what was funny was that Rose was now wearing a drawn-on moustache that Jack had so kindly drawn on during the course of the night. Rose could remember wanting to kill him when she had woken up that morning. The Doctor hadn't known anything about it, jack had sworn Rose to secrecy, but now the secret was out and the Doctor found it funny, knowing that in his last incarnation, when this photo had been taken, he probably wouldn't have found this as funny. Maybe Jack had rubbed off on him during his time of the TARDIS the first time.

The Doctor and Jack looked at Rose who was obviously slightly annoyed about the photo.

"Lighten up Rose, it's only a photo." The Doctor told her.

"Yes, but it's embarrassing? Can I kill Jack now that he's immortal, please?" Rose said.

"No you bloody well cannot!" Jack told her.

"Why?"

"Because I don't really fancy dying, thank you very much." Jack said.

"Damn,"

The Doctor just laughed.

~...~

A little while later Martha and Donna came in and the five of them laughed at pictures and talked for hours until it was time for bed. Martha, Donna and Jack left the Doctor and Rose in the Doctor's room and the Doctor smiled at Rose before getting ready for bed. He got into his bed and Rose flew and lay down on his chest.

The two of them spoke for a while before sleep eventually took over them both.

It was like everything was back to how it should have been, but the Doctor knew that it wasn't going to last. Everyone knew that, eventually Rose would have to go again and he would be on his own once more. Well, he would feel that way, but he knew that he would be able to cope this time.

~...~

So there we have a happy chapter! One where you don't need a box of tissues by your side. XD

See ya soon! And if anyone has ideas I really need them at the moment! XD

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