a/n: Epilogue! Thank you so much for reading and all your encouraging comments. This had a tough aspect to it for me and it seriously would not have happened without: LittleWhoMouse, Bittie752, Whoinwhoville, Aintafraidanoghosts, Callistawolf, Aaauleta, Kahki820, Aspiremezzo, Linnealurks and many many more who answered my plea for help on Tumblr.

The version of the song that the Doctor and Rose sing is based on the version by the Civil Wars. Video can be found here: watch?v=441mR2zsQbg

Warning: Strong language/cursing

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of the music that is quoted in this story

SIX MONTHS LATER

The Doctor and Rose found themselves back in Gallifrey although under quite different circumstances. Rose reflected back on how much her life had changed as she dressed to attend Amy and Rory's wedding.

After her return to London, life had been a whirlwind for Rose but in a good way. With the help of the Doctor, Jack and Chronos, she made it past the media frenzy; the questions and legal inquiries about the Master's activities; and focused on salvaging her career. Of course, she also spent time reconnecting with her Mum and enjoying London and the freedom to shop, go for walks and stop by her favorite chippy without having to ask anyone or being forced to adhere to a strict schedule. She took her time making decisions about her career and giving Chronos a chance to work the media to restore her reputation. She wasn't going to rush into anything.

She loved the people at Chronos and Donna Noble in particular. Donna was smart, spunky, and creative and didn't let the Doctor get away with anything. Rose enjoyed listening to the two of them verbally spar and tease one another. The ginger haired Donna was also extraordinary at running Chronos which she would soon be doing with Jack as the Doctor was returning to what he loved most, performing. Rose was ecstatic for him and attended his first show at a very popular nightclub which Jack had arranged. The club was packed and the energy of the crowd amazing and the Doctor fed off it. Rose couldn't remember the last time she had this much fun, dancing and laughing with Jack, Donna and their friends. Toward the end of the performance the Doctor called her up onto the small lit up stage. He hadn't told her he was going to do that so she nervously made her way up to the stage, her shimmering silver halter top sparkling under the lights as he helped her up on stage. She soon found herself in a duet singing Billie Jean with him. This was not the eighties hit that had rocked the charts decades ago. They slowed the beat down and gave it a blues vibe. He played his centurion and sang to her and she flirtatiously sang back to him. It was magical and the crowd disappeared as they executed the equivalent of musical foreplay with one another. When they were done, the crowd went wild. They ended up singing another song and word of their duets spread like wildfire across the London club scene and into the media.

That was the night that Rose realized without a doubt she was in love with him. They had flirted and casually dated prior to that but after that night, they were inseparable. The Doctor would take her on madcap adventures in London that included everything from midnight shows at the movies to sightseeing all the spots in London which were important in the London music scene to snogging at the top of the London eye or any other place the Doctor could find. Rose still had to contend with remnants of the Master's accusations against her and some of the London gossip rags that continued to run stories depicting her as a drunken, drugged out fallen star but for the most part, things were looking up. She found herself on stage with the Doctor more often then not. Jack even set her up for her to do a solo at another club. The Doctor was, of course, there and she invited him on stage as he had done for her. Her new career was on its way and soon the tabloids were focusing on her romance with the Doctor and even coined a new annoying name for them, Drose. They both hated it but shrugged it off.

Not long before they left for Gallifrey, the Doctor had brought up living arrangements. Despite her mum's pleadings, Rose refused to move in with her. The Paparazzi would have dogged her so instead she moved in with Donna who had a more secure flat. The two women enjoyed each other's company and generally got on with the exception of on one point. Donna was adamant that she would not allow the Doctor to spend the night. If she even saw the Doctor at breakfast, she was ranting about no snogging in the house rules and she didn't need to hear music boy complaining about the quality of tea in her kitchen. This meant that Rose often spent the night at the Doctor's cramped studio flat. She'd never forget the morning he slid his i-Pad over to her with several flat advertisements highlighted. He just grinned and leaned over to her whispering, "I hear they're bigger on the inside. Maybe, even big enough for two slightly nutter musicians." She'd snogged him on the spot saying yes but telling him they'd both have to tell her mother. He was less than pleased at the thought but proved his love for her by agreeing and even attending a family gathering so her mother could show him off to relatives and brag about both of them.

Now they were back in Gallifrey, together in a way neither ever anticipated nor expected possible. They weren't perfect. They rowed, complained about each other's quirks, reconciled in the best ways, laughed, snogged and immersed themselves in each other.

The Doctor walked up behind her as she finished applying her make up. She patted her blonde hair pinned up in a formal style and admired the light blue, silk strapless silk gown she wore for the wedding. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. "You look beautiful," he murmured into her ear, his tongue darting out to tease her.

Rose giggled and leaned into him grateful for him and this life. She was looking forward to seeing everyone. They had arrived late the prior night and checked straight into the Balhoon. She turned around and straightened his tie, a chocolate brown tie with light blue artistic swirls on it. "You look quite handsome yourself," she announced taking in his brown pinstripe suite, dark blue dress shirt and his ever present trainers.

He grinned and snogged her, backing her into the dressing table. She pulled away with a giggle. "Oh, no you don't! Amy'd kill us if we're let! Now come, we have to be off." After much huffing, puffing and whinging he agreed. Not that he didn't want to visit their friends, quite the contrary. He felt he owed a debt to the great citizens of Gallifrey. After all, this is where he'd found his Rose.

The Wedding was formal and the Doctor had rolled his eyes at the very long service, barely able to sit still during the ceremony. Amy had asked Rose to sing Ave Maria accompanied with Nancy who could not hide her glee at seeing Rose again. Amy was beautiful in a fitted mermaid style strapless gown and almost floated down the aisle to a beaming Rory. The reception was held in tents outside the church. After hugging both Rory and Amy who were glowing with happiness, Rose found Harriet and embraced her, wanting to tell her all that had happened so far. The Doctor wandered off toward the food. He did love nibbles and cake. It was Rose's primary bribery to get him here. Eventually, several other townspeople joined she and Harriet and it was like she had never left Gallifrey.

Of course, it wasn't too long before some of the townspeople, who by now had heard of the Doctor and Rose's duets and had seen some grainy YouTube videos of them on stage, were clamoring for them to perform. They tried to resist but Rory and Amy insisted. Rory even presented Rose with her own Centurion, a pale pink guitar with a black circular design similar to that of the Doctor's etched on it along with the word courage in decorative script prominently on the base. Rose was overcome with emotions. She had never able to get her beloved Fender back after she'd left The Toclafane. She heard a rumor the Master destroyed it in fit of rage.

Tears filled her eyes as she looked from the guitar to Rory. "Rory, I…" she started say but Rory just smiled at her.

"A friend told me you lost yours. I know this could never replace a beloved…"

Rose walked over and hugged both he and Amy. Later on, Amy whispered to her the Doctor was in on it and suggested the design. The Centurion was perfect for Rose and she loved it. She held it lovingly like the most precious thing she owned. It played like a dream and she and the Doctor relaxed and performed on and off the rest of the reception, songs like Unforgettable, Your Wildest Dreams and We're Gonna Rock This Town along with a new song that had just been released to radio stations and was doing well, Mauve Alert.

Nancy caught the bouquet and one of Rory's groomsman, his cousin, Adric, caught the garter. As the reception wound down, the Doctor and Rose found some quiet time to say goodbye to Amy and Rory who were leaving early for their honeymoon.

Amy pulled Rose aside. "So, when will we be doing this for you?" she asked in typical Amy style.

Rose giggled. "Amy, the Doctor and me have only been together for a few months and we're not in a rush."

Amy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well you're living together and he never lets you out of his sight and has that stupid "I'm so in love with her look" on his face all the time."

Rose grinned brightly in response and bumped her shoulder against Amy's. "We're just gettin' started Amy. Things are real good. Our careers are picking up and Jack's got us scheduled to go on tour with our own band and everything."

Amy threw her arms around her. "I am so jealous!"

"No, you're not. You have a great life here, Amy Williams. You have a lovely husband who adores you, friends, family, the shop and Gallifrey. And, maybe you even have an in with the hottest new band, Chameleon Circuit," Rose informed her with a wink.

The Doctor walked over to them. I think the good Reverend would like his wife to join him for the official marital run for your life," the Doctor teased.

Amy shot him a stern look and poked him in his chest. "You behave! And take care of Rose and don't be strangers. I expect to see both of you back here soon. This village is far less dull with you two around."

"Oh, I think you can count on that," the Doctor said and winked at Amy as he tugged Rose away.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rose asked.

The Doctor shrugged. "Just that you never know what life throws your way. Sometimes, it's a cheeky talented blonde who changes your life, sometimes it's an epiphany about how empty your life is and it's time to stop wasting time and sometimes it's that this might be a good place to do the whole domestic thing with carpets, windows and doors."

Rose stopped him and stared. He grinned and tugged her along. "Can't stay at the Balhoon every time we come back ya know. Might be nice to have a cottage for two."

Rose yanked him to a stop and stared up at him. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said, a husky quality to his voice. Just as they started to snog, they heard someone say loudly. "Oh I'll bet the Doctor and Rose will know the Beer Barrel Polka!" a male voice that sounded suspiciously like Wilf said.

A look of horror crossed the Doctor's face and he turned to Rose and said "Run!" and they did and the only time they stopped was when they returned to Gallifrey which they did as often as they could.