It felt like the aftermath of a fight, as if she were severally beaten up by an angry mob, or perhaps after a night of giving into to the leisure activity of indulging into drinking scary amounts of alcohol that would consequently later lead to a terrible migraine. Her gaze was blurry, but she managed to see her surrounding well enough despite that. It only took her a few moments to realize she was not in the camouflaged ship of the Doctor anymore. If she remembered well, she was by his side, laughing at what silly impressions they had about an era they’ve visited in the past until the sight of the grinning Doctor - who was tinkering at the dashboard of the TARDIS - glowed yellow. “D-Doctor! DOCTOR!!”, she screamed in vain and he screamed her name in return. It was hard to tell what happened afterwards for her sight became completely white. She couldn’t remember a thing aside from an excruciating pain. She felt her skin being shredded, her flesh being torn from her bones as every molecule of her being dissolved into a sea of atoms. Nothing could compare to the agonizing pain of her brief death and rebirth caused by her sudden unshielded transportation and despite the successful assemblage of herself, she could barely lift a finger. 

Rose was lying on the floor with her head resting against a wall behind it. She’d groan and moan, eyes rolling back as her lids closed. Her arms felt heavier as ever as she dragged them back against the smooth floor. Thankfully, she had the wall behind her to support the weight and pressure of her head and upper back as she pushed herself up in a sitting position, her feet lazily stomping on the ground to aid her. 

It was a bit too soon to jump to conclusion, or worry about anything else aside for her throbbing temples and the seemingly heavy gravitational force. Her head was void of thoughts; not even the accidental flash of the Doctor didn’t cross her mind which was probably a first in the past months. 

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She refused to let herself feel any sort of compassion towards the man she thought was acting, let alone listen to him babble about it. 

She turned around, waddling slightly away from him as she brought her hands up to her face and brushed the wet corners of her eyes with the back of her thumbs. 

He’s lying. It was hard to make her believe he told the truth. For all she knew, he could be a figment of her imagination as well. Perhaps she saw someone who resembled him on the streets and used him as reference for her possible new Doctor. Her head was spinning at the thought, but it did seem to be a plausible theory. Perhaps she really did go mad. Sarah Jane Smith was right. It was hard to let go of the Doctor even after he was out of her life.

She stopped. Hands fell to her sides fast enough for her hands to make a quick, slapping impact against her thighs. Although she refused to listen, she couldn’t miss the part where he begged her to interview him. She turned on her heel and looked him in the eyes; her face,  a canvas painted with determination in spite of the inevitable flush. Her gaze fell briefly upon the screwdriver in his hand; It was different… much different, actually, yet it bore a similar design with the one she remembered.

She re-locked her narrowed eyes with his.  ”If you’re really him, then why did you come back now?”, she barked. “He said I could never see him again and you expect me to believe a random stranger can simply come into my house and pretend he’s his regeneration?!“ 

Each word was carefully emphasized although they came out fast in a close stutter and ending with a high pitched questioning squeal. Her heart ached… it really did. She felt a need to scream, but her voice fell dry. 

A moment of weakness was all it took for her to reconsider her opinion. Yes, she wanted to believe. Her desire and the cruel reality of her situation both struck her at the same time, causing Rose to feel… overwhelmed. Her nose became stuffed as she sniffed in, tears finally rolling down and leaving a wet trail behind on her cheeks. She lowered her head, hands brushing across her face to clean it. “…If you’re truly the Doctor, then prove it”, she mewled painfully between embarrassing sobs. “T-take us to the TARDIS; take us somewhere… anywhere random into the future, or past;pinch me, so I know it’s real and maybe then—…” She came to an abrupt halt to draw in her breath. “…—then I’ll believe you.” 

Rose pressed her lips together and wet them as she crossed her arms under her chest as if cold. She didn’t dare look him in the eye now for she was not only embarrassed by her sudden change in behavior, but also because… she feared he’d laugh at her, give her a strange look, or worse… vanish after finally opening up to him. (in case it was just her imagination playing pranks on her again) 

        He was feeling terribly anxious; palms sweating, hearts beating fast, beginning to suspect he’d have a panic attack before this moment was up. He shifted the light weight of his lanky form back and forth between each foot, gulping when she decided to move further away from him. He was half-tempted to step forward, but that would do no good. She needed her space. So, he remained still and like it was torture for everything he had done to her, he watched as she was brought to tears.

        His sight became blurry just as she decided to turn back ‘round and meet his eyes. He dare not cry too; with relative ease, he fought the urge. However, he visibly flinched upon getting barked at, her tone unusually bitter. He would get to his knees and beg for his sweet Rose to return if it would come down to it; until then, he’d stay on good terms with his pride. What good was pride when, by the second time she had snapped, he had moved backward. It was more like a small jump, really - taking a brief glance at the couch as if he was debating hiding behind it.

        “‘m n-not a stranger,” He mumbled beneath his breath; emotionally defeated and weak. A valuable point that clearly needed to be made - again. It was all he managed before he fell quiet, giving her a moment to catch her breath and possibly stop crying. Please, stop crying - - it’s killing me.

        In the end, she had agreed to a ride in the TARDIS. He was relieved, even going as far as to show her he was relieved. The Doctor took a deep breath and because he obviously had a terrible habit of doing so, pulled and tugged on his bow-tie. Although he ought to, he couldn’t bring himself to smile. Perhaps there was a hint of one inside his eyes, but he didn’t feel safe smiling. He assumed he’d get smacked for it; so, instead he cleared his throat and practically whispered, “It would be my honor, Rose Tyler…”

        He reached for her hand, like old times, but immediately pulled back and turned completely on his heel. “Right, no touching, sorry,” He was quickly apologizing, afraid that little stunt was going to mess up the only chance he had at proving himself to her. “Follow,” clearing his throat a second time when his voice cracked, “Follow me then. I parked the girl just ‘round your house.” And he was off, his nerves making him move a bit fast.

        He didn’t even wait to see if she was truly following. He somehow knew she would.

Her fingers trembled with the anticipation of having her hand bask in his own. It was an instinct; a possible sixth sense, or perhaps a vague idea of trust. She clenched her hand behind her back which could’ve easily been taken as an act of hostility. Her lips pressed together partly, the contour of her red mouth squeezing visibly as she swallowed dryly. 
She unclenched her fist as soon as he turned away and felt with the pads of her fingers the phone inside the right pocket of her jeans to assure herself it was there and it was! If anything should happen, she would phone the police, or worse — Torchwood. 
Feet dragged behind him, hesitant, but at the same time partly willful. Her chest felt painfully void. She couldn’t explain the mixed emotions that led to that awful empty feeling for there were much too many opposing each other, hence leading to void. It was simple math: -1 + 1 = 0 
Now past the door frame, she could easily turn back and shut the door behind him… but perhaps, she’d regret that. Maybe… just maybe it was true, but despite that flash of a thought, she remained as skeptical. “Just… around the corner?” She took a breath. “If you try anything funny, I swear I’m going to call the police!” Rose’s voice was wavering from her pace and her words came out quick with swift faltering in her speech as she breathed in.

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The light sound of a wheezing machine broke the silence of the early morning, and an unusual man stepped from an odd blue box onto the cool, snowy street, knowing…

He embraced her easily, welcoming the change from the depression he’d fallen into, wanting nothing more than to hold her there and just keep her, forever. He’d made the mistake of letting her go once, but he would never do that again. Smiling broadly despite the way he’d been forced all the way up against the wall, he picked her up and swung her around, if only to feel the familiarity of the action again, to feel the familiarity of her. 
“Oh, Rose Tyler. You are brilliant!” 

She was happy. Truly happy that she was in his arms once again. Her nose was burried in his neck, basking into his scent and nearly planting her lips upon his skin in a discreet kiss. Reluctantly, she lightly pulled away to look at his face, hands resting on his shoulders. “You said I could never see you again! I-I don’t understand. Why are you here?”, she stammered under her breath, eyebrows knitted together with concern and disbelief. Pale hands went up to cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing across his cheeks. She paused, sucking her lip inside her mouth as she let it brush across her teeth. A moment was all she needed to scan the features she had nearly forgotten. He was exactly how she remembered him. His bright smile, squinted happy hazel eyes and his gravity defying hair; she loved it all.

“I missed you.”

He breathed deeply, just memorising the very scent of her hair, and set her down. His arms were wrapped around her waist and they belonged there, so he refused to move them, but he quickly realised what he’d done. Grunting roughly, with a cheeky little smile on his face, he stepped back, running his tongue over his teeth. 
”Rose Tyler. And I missed you. Blimey. Rose, what’re you doing here?” No.That wasn’t what he’d meant to ask; he’d meant to ask how she got there, yes, but he wanted to know all the more about her. In her absence, he’d realised that there were too many things he could have asked, and he’d never stopped to take the time to learn any of them. 

Rose stopped in her motion staring at him. Her lips would take the shape of a small side smirk with a small dent forming at the right of the corner of her mouth she arose. “Wouldn’t that alter time in some odd way? I remember the last time we did that, it didn’t come out that well”, she hinted to their trip when they met her late father. Lips parted in a smile again as she was hugged. It was odd, but she felt… not empty with him around. A lifetime spent in his arms was one thing she could easily get used to. She balanced her weight on her left leg, flipping her golden locks with a swift jerk of her head as she ran her tongue along her dried lips to moisturise them. “I’m a secretary, actually. You didn’t think I’d be at the shop forever, did you?”

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The light sound of a wheezing machine broke the silence of the early morning, and an unusual man stepped from an odd blue box onto the cool, snowy street, knowing…

He embraced her easily, welcoming the change from the depression he’d fallen into, wanting nothing more than to hold her there and just keep her, forever. He’d made the mistake of letting her go once, but he would never do that again. Smiling broadly despite the way he’d been forced all the way up against the wall, he picked her up and swung her around, if only to feel the familiarity of the action again, to feel the familiarity of her. 
“Oh, Rose Tyler. You are brilliant!” 

She was happy. Truly happy that she was in his arms once again. Her nose was burried in his neck, basking into his scent and nearly planting her lips upon his skin in a discreet kiss. Reluctantly, she lightly pulled away to look at his face, hands resting on his shoulders. “You said I could never see you again! I-I don’t understand. Why are you here?”, she stammered under her breath, eyebrows knitted together with concern and disbelief. Pale hands went up to cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing across his cheeks. She paused, sucking her lip inside her mouth as she let it brush across her teeth. A moment was all she needed to scan the features she had nearly forgotten. He was exactly how she remembered him. His bright smile, squinted happy hazel eyes and his gravity defying hair; she loved it all.

“I missed you.”

He breathed deeply, just memorising the very scent of her hair, and set her down. His arms were wrapped around her waist and they belonged there, so he refused to move them, but he quickly realised what he’d done. Grunting roughly, with a cheeky little smile on his face, he stepped back, running his tongue over his teeth. 
”Rose Tyler. And I missed you. Blimey. Rose, what’re you doing here?” No.That wasn’t what he’d meant to ask; he’d meant to ask how she got there, yes, but he wanted to know all the more about her. In her absence, he’d realised that there were too many things he could have asked, and he’d never stopped to take the time to learn any of them. 

She smiled genuinely with her eyes and mouth, cheeks glowing with a light blush from the sudden rush. Her heart beat soundly against her chest, a tad too harsh perhaps for it was slightly distracting her. Her hands; gentle fingers brushed across his cheeks to feel the texture of his skin long forgotten. She snapped out of her daydream as soon as she felt his arms removed and felt rather embarrassed for staring. Clasping the strap of her purse with her hands, she pulled it straighter. “I was on my way to work and I—”, she blinked and gasped, stopping halfway from brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “OH—! Oh! Work! I have to go to work!” She looked back and forth panicked, but swiftly turned to the Doctor, hand pressing lightly on his chest. “Will you be here in a few hours? I have a lunch break and—” Rose stuttered under her breath. She pulled the purse in front. “Hold on; I’ll give you the keys to the house!”