The Fantastic Adventures of Rose and John

by YJ-Obsessed

First DW fanfic. Basically, this is just a story about the life of Rose and the Meta Crisis Doctor after the Doctor and Donna leave in the TARDIS. It's how I imagine their lives going on. Rated T for possible content.

2. A New Beginning

Rose watched as the TARDIS disappeared, feeling her heart clench. He was leaving her, again. She couldn't breathe. Tears burned her eyes and her throat was closing up. How could she feel the same pain twice in one lifetime? How could life be this cruel?

Standing there, on that same beach, all Rose could think about was the last time she'd been there, the last time he'd left her. He didn't say goodbye then, and he hadn't said goodbye this time. She loved him in ways that she had never loved Mickey. She would have spent the rest of her life with him, watching herself grow old while he stayed young forever, just so that he wouldn't have to be alone. Rose would have given up everything just to be with him. Even for one more day. And why couldn't he just say goodbye?

And then, as suddenly as the pain had started, it was gone with a warm, familiar hand slipping into hers. Rose looked around and saw the Doctor, the new, human Doctor, smiling tenderly down at her. "Doctor," she whispered. "My Doctor. . ."

His small smile turned into a broad grin, one that she found as familiar as the hand that was fitted inside of her own. "Rose Tyler," the Doctor answered. That was all that needed to be said. Both knew that it was the other's way of saying 'I love you,' and neither would ever doubt that fact again.

"C'mon then. Mum's gonna be itching to get back to Tony. Let's go home, yeah?" He nodded and they made their way over to Jackie, who was still making arrangements with her husband. They ended up waiting nearly an hour for a cab to come and take them to an inn while they waited for Pete to come and pick them up. Despite Jackie's obvious disapproval, Rose stayed with the Doctor in his room, leaving Jackie on her own for the night.

They were laying on the queen sized bed together and talking when a thought occurred to Rose. "So, I suppose you'll have to find a new name for yourself. Y'can't really go by 'the Doctor' now, can you? Not properly. What name will you choose, then? John Smith?"

The Doctor shook his head. "Actually, I was thinking John Noble. After all, Donna is the one who gave me life, so, essentially, she's my mother. Whatcha think?"

"Mm. John Noble," Rose said slowly, letting the sound roll around in her mouth. "I think it'll do nicely." And Rose Noble rings much better than Rose Smith.