Travel Diary: Day Eleven

Dear Diary,

Today was exciting to say the least. We landed in London in 2012 just in time for the Summer Olympics (which I didn't get to visit.)

We spent the entire day running away from the evil doodles of a nine year old. Then, the Doctor goes and gets himself and the TARDIS drawn into her paper world and I have to save earth all by myself, not to mention I was scared to death that I'd never see the Doctor again.

Don't worry though, he returned to this world and most definitely in style. I can't wait until my mum and Mickey see the opening ceremonies.

"You know what; they keep on trying to split us up, but they never ever will." Rose said to the Doctor as they walked hand and hand down the street. The Doctor paused and turned to Rose.

"Never say never ever." He warned. He didn't want to think about life without Rose, but in 900 years he had learned to always be prepared for the worst.

"Nah. We'll always be okay, you and me. Don't you reckon Doctor?" Rose asked innocently.

The Doctor didn't want her to ever leave, but she needed to know that all that they had could be torn away at any moment. He wondered how she would react if…

"Something in the air. Something coming." He said ominously.

"What?" She asked innocently.

"A storm's approaching." The Doctor improvised looking up at the sky as fireworks began exploding above them.

"A storm?" Rose repeated, "What kind of storm?" The Doctor looked back down at her a melted into a grin.

"An oncoming one." He growled dangerously at her. Her eyebrow quirked and she started backing away. The Doctor gave chase.

They ran all the way down the street to an open field before he caught her. All around them people had set up blankets for the fireworks and were starring up at the sky. They would occasionally let out an "Oo!" or and "Ah!" as the sky was filled with bright red, orange, green, and blue, but the Doctor and Rose ignored this. They only had eyes for each other as the Doctor leaned down and claimed her lips.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he swung her around in his arms twice before returning her to the ground.

"Mmmm," Rose moaned happily into the kiss before allowing it to slip away into a hug. "A girl could get used to this." She mumbled into his neck and the Doctor chuckled.

"Come on." He said taking her arms from his neck and guiding her over to a clearing. He took off his trench coat and laid it on the ground. He then proceeded to sit on it and pulled Rose down to him so that she was sitting in his lap.

"Hello." Rose said looking up at him from his arms.

"Hello." He returned as he wrapped his arms ever possessively, even tighter around her. She reached up and kissed him again. "We're missing the fireworks." He told her, breaking the kiss before it got too far.

"I don't mind," She said with a giggle, "We're making our own."

The Doctor is getting more and more (dare I say it?) domestic. He's behaving like a right proper boyfriend and I think it's rather sweet. He's always glancing me when he think I don't notice, and sweeping my hair out of the way of my face, and pressing kisses into my hand or the back of my neck.

I love the rush that I get every time he touches me and I'm not planning on ever telling him to stop, but sometimes I can't help but wonder if this is all there is? Is puppy love all I'm ever going to get out of this relationship or is there something more? Is it possible for there to be something deeper, more intimate, with someone who has been hurt so many times?

Maybe I'm just being selfish. I'm pretty much the luckiest girl in all of time and space and here I am wanting something else. It took us awhile for the Doctor and I to get this far, maybe all I have to do is wait.

I think I'll ask to go visit Mum tomorrow.

Love,
Rose

Author Note: Ahhh! Only one more left! I should warn you that there is NO way I am letting Doomsday happen. lol so on the next chap, but I think you'll still like it. Thanks for reading.