Before our next adventure we took a brief stop at the Healing Pools of the Nud. They had general public hot spring pools and then individual bath houses. After my harrowing experience (and I'd already been checked by the TARDIS's med bay) the doctor had used his credentials (psychic paper) to get the VIP suite with two separate healing pools for each of us.

Despite the insinuations of the creepy scientists at the Vault, the TARDIS had confirmed I hadn't been assaulted. Things were a bit awkward between the Doctor and I when he accidentally saw my results when I was leaving the med bay. He had pretended he hadn't but I had known from his shut down features that he had. I knew he blamed himself for me getting hurt and endangered, but how could he have known that they'd examine me too. He couldn't have.

It was when we rejoined in the main living area of the VIP suite for a cleansing meal that we finally talked.

"I'll be ok, you know."

The doctor nearly grunted over his food and I let out a laugh.

His eyes wide he looked up at me, a smile slipping on his lips.

This time when he neared I took the initiative and was the one to place my forehead against his first. A sigh left him and his shoulders released any tension leftover from his bath.

"We'll be ok."

"Indeed."

I smiled up at him.

We had a brief emotional vacation when we had an adventure on a station called Satellite 5.

"Year 200,000, space station should be the height of the human race."

I looked around, "Height of it?" I looked around and it wasn't what I was expecting. Nothing like the sleek hallways of the space observation deck I'd been on for my first trip.

"Good manners, delicious cuisine, amazing technology."

The ship came to life with street vendors selling what seemed to be standard grub and the technology felt lacking.

"Time wrong again?"

"Time is perfect."

The Doctor looked down at his watch brow furrowed, "It's something else.

It wasn't until we got a tour of the broadcast studio that things seemed to narrow down to problems with the station.

The Doctor pointed out where Cathika, our guide, sat her head opened up with a portal to her brain as light seemed to stream in from above.

"Compressed information streamed directly into her brain. Every single fact beams out of this place. Now that's what I call power."

"This technology..." I looked at the Doctor to find him intensely looking at the scene before us.

"Wrong."

"Something is rotten at Satellite 5?"

The Doctor grinned, "Most definitely, they are behind 90 years."

Floor 500 was the root of all Satellite 5's problems; a giant slug had taken up residence at the station. Dictating what was shown and seen.

Cathika, our guide, ended up gathering up her courage and she saved us when we were trapped by the big bad's apprentice. Things heated up quickly and Satellite 5 was released from the counterfeit Jabba's hold.

Then it was back to the TARDIS for us.

"I have an odd request."

The Doctor looked up and nodded.

"My mum and I have been on our own since my dad died. Whenever she would get lost in the memories she would always come back to how she was glad he hadn't died alone. The girl that held his hand." I fiddled with the handle of a lever that was already down. "I think it was me." I gave a quick look to the Doctor.

"I just want to make sure he has someone, me or another, it doesn't matter."

"Why now?"

I looked away, "I just want to know."

"Why not go see him before that moment?"

"No!" I spoke it out loudly and cleared my throat, "Sorry no...it's just I already know who he was. I've lived with two points of view, mine and my mother's rosy one all my life. I want to do this for my mom cause it brought her some peace knowing he wasn't alone in the end."

We stepped from the TARDIS doors, I looked up at the clear skies. I took a deep breath preparing myself for what I was going to do and not.

I pointed to the man across the way, "He got a present, a vase, he parked and got out of his car."

We watched as Pete Tyler got out of his green sedan, unaware that a car was coming up quickly behind him.

A tear slipped down my cheek and I held the Doctor's sleeve.

I knew I couldn't change it.

I turned my face away so I wouldn't see him hit but I could still hear it and I trembled.

The Doctor's rough voice whispered to me, "Go to him quickly."

Pete was barely moving, I ran to him, my knees slamming down on the asphalt beside him.

"Hi Pete, I'm your daughter Rose."

My tears fell down my cheeks as he went out to grab my hand, his gaze confused. I could see he was already losing his cognitiveness.

"Rose...you big."

"Yeah." A sob wracked through me, "I'm sorry I couldn't save you."

"Sh..." His hand lost its grip and he was gone.

The Doctor came to pick me up, collecting me into his arms where I sobbed.

His warm jacketed arms wrapped around me smelling of sunlight and leather.

The Doctor was quiet as I cried, holding on to him tightly not daring to let go and not wanting to.

Later that night I would wake to the TARDIS's song loud in my head calling me to wake up. Groggily I would put on a robe and follow her directions, glowing walls and slight tremors until I reached a door with what I had learned was Gallifreyan written upon it. It swung open showing me a beautiful observatory with a library of books surrounding it. Around the corners were comfy couches perfect for reading or looking out the large overhead windows at the wondrous galaxies. A pulse beneath my feet led me to one couch where I heard some whimpering.

A breath caught in my throat as I saw the Doctor fall from the couch still asleep as he shouted and cried. He calmed a bit curled into a ball at the foot of the couch, I was careful not to wake him knowing from books how you had to be careful not to wake people with ptsd night terrors.

"Blankets?" I whispered and the TARDIS led me to a cabinet where I took out the fluffiest blankets I could find. I approached the Doctor carefully, softly speaking to him. "I'm gonna give you some soft blankets to lay on, Doctor, so you can be comfortable when you wake."

I carefully made my way around the sofa, placing the fluffy blankets around him like a nest. Making sure they were in such a way that he wouldn't get tangled up in them. Then out of reach I whispered, "Why don't you lie down, Doctor?"

He laid down on his side, a small sigh escaping him.

"I'll sleep on one of the couches, Doctor. I promise you won't be alone."

I hummed the melody the TARDIS would sing in my head on sleepless nights until I fell asleep on the couch across the way from him.

I woke the next morning to a cup of my favourite tea on the side table next to the couch.

I smiled at the Doctor's way of thanks.