I am SO sorry it had been so long between updates. This final chapter had been in the works for a couple of weeks, but I have been so busy at uni that I just haven't been able to finish it. Still, I hope you enjoy it. Thankyou for being so patient with me, I love you all.

The next morning Sarah-Jane was off to school, so the toys waited until they heard the front door slam before coming out and getting on with whatever they were doing that day. The Doctor had been fast asleep, slumped down next to his TARDIS with his mouth hanging open. He felt a sharp pain in his arm, and opened his eyes to find Rose sitting beside him, grinning.

"Do you have to keep on hurting me?" he mumbled, pushing himself up into a sitting position and rubbing his eyes.

"Well I wanted you to wake up. I've been waiting extremely patiently for ages but I got bored – did you know that you pull on your ear when you sleep?"

"I'm afraid I do. It's going to fall off one of these days, and then where will I be?"

Rose struggled not to laugh. "I don't know – maybe you could glue it back on?"

The Doctor raised an eyebrow at her before jumping onto his feet, brushing off his pinstriped suit and stretching. "I'd rather not get to the point where I have to glue it back on, to be honest. I'll just start pulling the other one instead. At least that should stop them being wonky." He looked genuinely forlorn for a moment, a feeling that disappeared in a moment when Rose took his hand in hers. He was certain as he looked down at her face, smiling and shining with happiness, that he was blushing up to the tips of his (admittedly wonky) ears.

"I like them," Rose said, pulling on one of them gently, causing the Doctor to bat her hand away and feel relieved that she hadn't seemed to notice his face doing an impression of a tomato. "But anyway, I just wanted to wake you up to say thankyou. You know, for coming to get me last night."

"Well I couldn't just leave you there, could I? Besides,I'd be pretty lost without you." He just about managed to stop himself clamping his hand over his mouth. You need to get a grip, he told himself.

The Doctor excused himself from Rose's company for a moment, garbling some excuse about fixing up the TARDIS in order to grab a couple of minutes alone to get his head together.

Once he was alone he did not even attempt to work on the TARDIS, preferring to sit and stare at the blue painted roof of his cardboard spaceship, deep in thought.

Jack sidled up and sat beside him, not saying one word. The Doctor was immediately suspicious of Jack's silence, a feeling that became stronger as he realised how Jack was staring at him, a look of amusement on his handsome face. "If your picture isn't in the dictionary as the definition of "lovestruck idiot", then my name isn't Captain Jack Harkness."

The Doctor finally tore his eyes away from where they had gravitated, which was (unfortunately) towards Rose as she sat on the windowsill, swinging her legs to and fro (apparently her fall from out of the window had not given her a fear of heights,) and looked at Jack sharply. "I am not lovestruck," he replied, "I... I'm just happy."

"Yeah, and I wonder what could be making you quite this happy. I'm sorry Doctor, but a lot of the time you're a bit down – not that you don't have enough things to feel sad about," he added hastily, seeing a spark of anger flare in the Doctor's eyes, "but you've been happier than I've ever seen you in the past few days, and we both know why that is."

Jack was making too much sense, and the Doctor didn't like it. "I'm going over here now; I'll leave you to draw your conclusions in peace." Jack laughed, and the Doctor could feel Jack's eyes on his back as he stomped off across the room.

He spent the rest of the day sitting on the windowsill with Rose. His hand felt so comfortable in hers by now that he felt a pang of loneliness when he was not holding it, as though there was something missing that he couldn't quite put his finger on. They talked for a long time, the Doctor telling stories and anecdotes, feeling a spark of warmth in his chest whenever Rose laughed at what he was saying. Her smile was wide and beautiful, the sort of smile that demanded one in return. The Doctor found himself smiling without even realising, only aware that he had been doing it when his cheeks began to ache sometime in the early afternoon.

They were having such fun just being in each other's company that they were completely oblivious to Sarah-Jane's return from school, and only just managed to get back to their places before she came bursting in through the door.

As had become the norm, the Doctor and Rose were off on another adventure in the TARDIS, to a planet that Sarah-Jane called "New Earth" – apparently the old one had been blown up for some reason, and the new one was an improvement. After adventures involving diseased zombies, the Doctor and Rose celebrated with a victory hug – not as comfortable or as painless as the ones they shared when they were in control of their own bodies, but enjoyable nevertheless.

The game took a different turn today, as Sarah-Jane seemed to have decided that the Doctor and Rose were going to be in love with each other. It took every bit of strength that the Doctor possessed to keep his face straight as they "kissed". It wasn't anything like a real kiss should be (the Doctor was grateful for this. If he was ever actually going to kiss Rose – and he wasn't saying that he was going to – he wouldn't want it to be in the middle of a game.) Soon after this momentous moment – and after the Doctor and Rose's romance had been awarded a permanent place in the story of the game – Sarah-Jane was called down for dinner, and she threw the Doctor and Rose down on the floor in a pile, clattering off down the hall.

Immediately after Sarah-Jane had disappeared, the Doctor jumped up from where he had landed, crushing Rose on the floor, and pulled her up until she was standing beside him.

"I'm sorry," the Doctor stuttered, vaguely thinking that this had to be one of the most awkward moments of his entire life. "That was a bit sudden – are you OK?"

Rose smiled, twisting her fingers together. "It was fine – fun even, if you don't count the bit where we were thrown on the floor and you landed on me."

The Doctor laughed. "Yeah, as romantic moments go it wasn't exactly the best, was it."

There was a moment of absolute silence between them, neither one quite sure what to say, before Rose leaned forward and kissed the Doctor gently. He felt his eyes widen, his pulse quicken, he was absolutely certain that he was going to fall over in shock any second now. Rose pulled away, standing in front of him and smiling shyly. The Doctor felt a grin spread over his face, an outward sign of the warmth that was spreading through him. He felt like he was glowing, floating a couple of inches off the ground.

"That was much better," he told Rose, eyes telling her much more than the joking tone of his voice.

"I've got to agree with you on that one," she replied, turning around and wandering off across the room. The Doctor pulled a hand through his hair, staring after her with his ecstatic, goofy grin still plastered across his face.

"Nice," said Jack from just behind him. The Doctor did not even bother turning around; he was used to Jack creeping up on him. "You certainly played that cool – I heard from the other side of the room when your jaw hit the floor."

"You know," said the Doctor, turning to face Jack, facial expression finally under control, "I would say something cutting, but Rose just kissed me - I can barely remember your name. Hell, I can barely remember my name!"

"I heard that!" Rose yelled from across the floor, and the Doctor winced as Jack roared with laughter.

"Oh don't start," he said to Jack, pulling on his coat. He began to walk across the room towards Rose when Jack slung an arm around his shoulders and muttered to him.

"Just remember: I'm Jack, you're the Doctor, the blonde one is Rose and you love her."

The Doctor removed Jack's arm from his shoulders and rolled his eyes. Jack walked smoothly away, chuckling to himself, as the Doctor continued to walk towards Rose.

"Please tell me you did not hear our conversation," he said casually, though his insides were swirling like a washing machine.

"I can tell you that if you want, but it won't make it true." Rose had not even looked up at him, preferring to keep scrutinising the Etch-a-Sketch she was drawing a picture on, but he caught the smirk at the corners of her mouth, and he felt more relaxed and yet more nervous simultaneously.

"It's fine," Rose said calmly, finally looking up at him and smiling, "you are not very subtle and extremely rubbish at this, but you are brilliant anyway and I love you for it."

The Doctor was certain that his jaw dropped again. "You love me?"

Rose's head snapped towards him, eyes wide. "I mean... that is... I love that you are so rubbish, it's endearing, not that I love... oh stop it!" The Doctor's smug grin had been growing wider and wider as he watched Rose flounder for an explanation.

"It seems to me, Rose, that you are just as rubbish at this as I am."

Rose shrugged, trying to act nonchalant even as her voice shook. "That might be true, but at least I am rubbish in a way that gets things out in the open, rather than running away like you do."

"Well I'm not running away now, am I?" The Doctor smiled and moved closer, kissing her gently and slowly and fantastically. He flattered himself that, even without actually having asked Rose for marks out of ten, kissing was something that he was definitely not rubbish at.

The kiss was only broken when both the Doctor and Rose were smacked on the head with a plastic action figure's arm.

"I thought you could use a hand," shouted Jack.

The Doctor groaned and put his face in his hands. "I cannot believe you just said that!"

There, that's the end. I hope you enjoyed reading it. I will definitely be making this into a series, so keep an eye out for more stories from the Toy Story 'verse. Please review if you want to, and thankyou for reading.