She took his hand as they ran through the hallways. He couldn't help but stare at the woman in front of him. In many ways she was the same as she was the first time he met her. The first time he told her to run.

That time he grabbed her hand and told her to run, but this time it was her turn. Her hair was still the same color and had the same smell, her eyes were still the same vivid light brown, and her smile was the same one that had kept him going through some of his darkest days.

Their lives had changed so much in the past few years. He remembered the day he had proposed to her. It had been the day that he had finished their Tardis.

He hadn't told her that he had taken a trip first to test it out, before they left, a trip to set everything up. He still remembered her smile the first time she walked into the finished Tardis.

He led her in and sat her down on the chair next to the console. He walked behind her and pulled out a handkerchief and tied it around her eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"You'll see, just trust me." He put the coordinates into the Tardis and the started off, on their first trip together in their Tardis

The landed gently and he walked over to her and took her hands and led her to the front door. He walked behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders and led them into the almost empty room.

From when he had been there only an hour before, on his test run, there was an elegant table with fresh roses and beautiful dishes that was set in the middle of the room.

He guided her into one of the two chairs and then walked behind her and started to untie the handkerchief, "Don't open your eyes until I tell you to." He finished taking it off and then turned her chair towards the wall that was made completely of glass.

"Okay, open your eyes." She did and then stood up immediately, her hands covering her mouth.

"Oh Doctor this is platform one!" She walked forward and placed her hands on the window, barley able to believe that she was seeing this again. She continued to look out the window at the sight that she saw so long ago, not seeing John get down on one knee.

"Well, it was your first trip in the old Tardis so I thought it would be a good first trip in this one."

"Oh it's so wonderful. I can't believe you thought of this. What are we a few hours before the past us?" She turned around her and saw John on one knee holding up a ring box.

Her hands rushed to cover her mouth again as John began to talk, "Rose Tyler I have loved you for so long. Longer then you could've known. I've met so many people, but I have never met anyone so beautiful or brilliantly fantastic as you are. I've traveled the stars and seen so much, but I would give it all up just to be with you.

"I've lived without you and I could never do it again. I want to be with you forever. Rose Tyler will you marry me?"

She was crying and a large smile grew across her face. She nodded as she started to laugh, "Yes, yes a million times yes!" He took the ring from the box and slid it onto her finger and then stood up.

Without even a second to breath Rose's arms were around him. She kissed him passionately as he picked her up and swung her around not able to stop himself from smiling under her lips out of pure joy.

"So, what's for dinner?" She said sitting down minutes later after he had placed her back down.

"Oh for you future Mrs. John Smith only the finest," he removed the silver lids that were covering their plates, "fish and chips."

She laughed instantly before taking a fry and dipping it into the ketchup, "My favorite."

"I know."

She was still the same girl that he had proposed to so long ago. She had also matured and grown.

She was so much more than she had been not only when he had first met her, but since the day they had been left together on that beach.

He loved the girl that was pulling him through their Tardis so much that he couldn't help but hope that they wouldn't ever find him.

But he knew they would, because she was determined and once Rose Tyler wanted something you couldn't stop her. He just didn't want him breaking her heart again, or worse capturing it.