Hi everyone, so I'm back with the second chapter. I hope you enjoy it, and if you want to, leave a review (makes me write faster ;) )

Two days after meeting his roommates to-be, John had been cleared to leave the hospital and he was now putting on his own clothes. He heard a soft cough behind him and turned around to see Rose standing there. "Hi, there's something different about you today. What is it? Oh I see it, you're not wearing lab coat! Well I have to say you're looking exceptionally nice today, and by that I do not mean that you don't look nice on other days, just that today you're looking even better. Weeeeeell I say better, but you always look good…", she cut him off; "Thank you John, that's nice of you to say. I have to admit you're not looking too bad yourself!" She was very pleasantly surprised by what the brown pinstriped suit did for his body.

"Oooh, look, I found something! Rose come look!" He called, showing her the weird looking screwdriver. "That's yours, it was in your pocket when you were found. Do you remember what it is?" He was looking at it intently, like the secret of the world lay inside it. After about 2 minutes he straightened up, looked at her and said: "Nope, I have no idea what it is, or what it does." And he put it back into the pocket he had found it in. "Now Rose, tell me, why are you here? Is it time already?"

"Yes, it's time to leave. Couldn't let you go without saying goodbye, now could I?" and she smiled her trademark smile again. He could just imagine what he would do to that tongue if he ever got the chance. Then it dawned on him that he might not see her everyday anymore. He was going to miss her, she had become a fixture in his life, the thing he looked forward to everyday. Now he wasn't going to have that anymore. He decided not to dwell on it, he would still see her every now and then, what more could he hope for? "Of course not!" Then he realised he didn't know why she wasn't in her normal doctor's outfit. "Rose, why are not wearing your normal clothes? Not that I don't like this outfit, mind you, but…" Rose was laughing at him. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because John, I've been here all of 5 minutes and you've already rattled on about my outfit twice now. I think I'll change clothes more often" and there was that cute little tip of her tongue again, poking out at him from between her teeth as she smiled. "I'm not wearing my usual outfit because I'm not here for work. I'm here to take you home."

His jaw nearly hit the floor. "Home? You mean not to Jack and Jake's place?" he asked, his voice an octave higher than normal. "Caught that, did you? I may have forgotten to mention that they're my roommates and that you'll be living at my place from now on… does that change things for you?" She asked suddenly shy and unsure of herself, unconsciously biting her lip.

He walked over the her and took her chin in his hand, pulling her lip free and looking intently into her eyes, and said, "that's the best news I've heard all day. Rose, we're going to be roomies! We can talk every day, not that we don't now, but that will be so much cooler, because we live together! And then you can tell me about your day every day and it will all be news to me because I won't have caught anything in the halls!" She'd never seen him smile so brightly.

"Well then milady, shall we leave this dreadful place?" Rose laughed at his antics and ignored the twinkle of recognition she felt. "We shall my lord," and he grabbed his arm. Together they walked out of the room, into the next part of their lives.

When they entered her flat he immediately began examining everything around him. He picked up every item he could find and turned it over at least twice before putting it down and moving on to the next item. This went on until he had touched nearly every single thing she owned. Suddenly she heard his tell-tale 'ooh', and she went over to see what he had found. When she saw what he was holding though, she instantly tried to take it from him but he was too fast. "Weren't you a wee princess twenty years ago, so cute!" he cooed. He was holding a picture from when she was 6 years old, she'd been into princesses at the time and had just received a real princess dress with tiara and all. To finish she had donned herself perfect pink cheeks and blue eyeshadow. Finally she succeeded in taking the picture from him and ran to hide it somewhere else, right now she was really regretting not having left it at her mother's. "Rose! Give it back, I love it! I won't show anyone, pinkie swear!", "Sorry not happening John."

"So, do you want to see the rest of the apartment now?" she came back into the room. "Why, yes, that would be nice. Are you going to show me your room?" while he said that his eyes went wide with delight, again. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" was her only reply. She didn't really think she would mind either, but is was one thing for him to find it on his own, it was a whole other thing if she actually invited him in. She wasn't planning on opening that can of worms just yet, who knew what would happen now that they actually lived together. That thought startled her a little, they were really doing this. He was moving into her place and they'd only known one another for what, 9 days since he wasn't awake for the first 3 months of their time together? Not a very long time was it? She was just starting to wonder why she proposed it at all when she caught him looking at her, and she knew exactly why. He could look at het like she was his world, and in a way she was… but she tried not to dwell on that.

"Rose, I can't thank you enough for what you're doing for me, you know? I wish I remembered what I'm good at, then at least I could pay you back in some way." Wrapping her hands around his arm she pulled him into a hug. "it's no problem, really. I'm actually glad you're here. It gives me an excuse to be home more. What with my job, I don't actually come home every day, or week…" he hugged her back, and all felt right in the world. She pulled away, "so your room is right through the hall, the first door on your left. Go ahead, I'll be there in a sec." He gave her a strange look but did as she said anyway. Meanwhile, she went into the kitchen to grab two glasses of water and then went to follow him when her phone went off.

"Hello?"

"Is this Rose Tyler?" asked a voice she didn't recognise.

"Yes, this is her. Can I help you?"

"I'm afraid we have some bad news for you. Is there someone with you?"

By this time John had been wondering what took her so long and stuck his head out of his room into the hall. She beckoned him closer and went to sit on her sofa. He came to sit next to her.

"Yes, there is. Who are you?"

"I'm a representative of your dad's. My name is Harriet Jones." Came the voice through the phone.

"You're trying to scam the wrong person Ms Jones, my dad died 25 years ago. No one is going to tell me otherwise. I've been to his grave and I saw the pictures of his accident. I would prefer it if you didn't call me again." And she hung up.

John sat there, watching her carefully. "What was that all about?" he asked her. "Some woman was claiming to know my dad. But that's impossible, isn't it? He died when I was a baby." She replied, and even if she didn't want to admit it, sounding a bit shaken. "I'm sure it was nothing," he reassured her and pulled her into another hug. "but if you need to talk, I'm here." Then he took her hand and pulled her up. "I believe you were showing me my room, Dr. Tyler?" He continued holding her hand while he walked over to his room. She smiled and said, "Of course. As you can see, it's not much. But if you want it, it's yours.", "Obviously I want it, I mean it's perfect! Look, there's a door, a little wardrobe and even a bed. And you're just in the other room. What more could I possibly need?"

Two days after John had officially moved in it already felt like he had always been living there. Jack had been quite taken by him, much to the chagrin of Jake. They had become fast friends, much like Rose and John, only Jake wasn't quite ready to let him into his life. During the two days, they had all discovered some things about their new roommate, that may or may not have been significant. First Jack had figured out that he was incredibly smart, like unheard of smart. Jake had then subsequently been so annoyed that he had broken his laptop, accidentally of course. John had been all too happy to help fix it and he had done so within 6 minutes, which Jack was sure was a new record!

"So, John," started Jack, "you really don't remember anything from before?" John, who was taken by surprise a little, reacted: "No, I don't. You don't believe me do you? Why would I be here if I did?" Jack smiled a little, "Now there's a rather simple answer to your question, don't you think? It starts with an R and rhymes with 'nose'…"

"So, you're insinuating I'm only here because of Rose. As much as I would like that to be true, I really don't know anything, and before you ask, it does irritate me to no end! I've been trying to figure out how to get my memories back but I just can't." John had begun to run his hand through his hair, pulling it every now and then making it stand on end rather sexily. At least, that's what Jack thought, and he figured Rose would think so too.

"Well then, John, let's get cracking. I'm sure we can find some clues as to your former life. Rose told me where you were found, let's go back there and see if we can get you to remember anything, 'right? Also, wasn't there a key in your belongings?"

"Right, I like that plan. Let's do it." Then he looked down at himself and began searching through his pockets. After some time he pulled out a simple key. "Here's the key." Then he looked at Jack a little strangely, "Are your pocket bigger on the inside too?" The Captain was so perplexed by that question that he couldn't immediately form a response. "Right," John continued, "I'll take that as a no." Then he turned and walked out the front door, leaving Jack to follow.

"Here we are, this is where you were found, according to Rose." Said Jack. They were in Peckham, right next to an old Police Call Box." John looked around him, and his eyes rested on the box. He felt like there was something about it that was calling to him. "John, are you remembering anything?" Not gracing the Captain with a response John strode over to it with a determined look in his eyes. He took the key out of his pocket and tried to put it in the hole; it fit like a glove, and after some jiggling the door opened up to reveal… nothing. "I'm sorry mate," John felt Jack's hand on his shoulder, "there doesn't seem to be anything special about it, but at least we know it's yours right?", John regarded him. "This can't be it." He said, "There has to be more to it! There has to be!" He locked the door again and started walking back to the underground, not noticing the little pulse of light that was emitted by the, what he thought was an insignificant blue police box. By the time they made it back to the apartment Rose had finished her work day and was looking a little gloomy. John went to her, "What's wrong?", she smiled a little, "Nothing, just a tough day at work, that's all. But I could use some cheering up, what do you say, want to go and get some chips with me?" John enthusiastically nodded his head and off they went.

"So tell me, what happened today that's got you so down? I don't like it when you're sad." He told her as they were sitting down at a corner booth in a little chippy "I'm not sure I want to talk about it. Let's find another subject, yeah? Like, what did you do today? Jack texted me you went to Peckham, did you know I grew up there? My mum still lives there." She said as she dipped her chip into some vinegar. He perked up at that, "Oh why didn't he tell me! I could've seen some more little Rose photo's!" He exclaimed. She laughed at that. "Now there's that smile I missed today" he told her sweetly, gazing into her eyes. "Jack also said you had some success? You find what your key's for?" that made him look down again. "Yes, well, it didn't really help any did it." He almost snapped at her. "Did you go inside, or did you just open and close the door?" That made him look at her again. "Uhm, well, I didn't actually set my foot inside, but I looked and there was nothing special about it." John, especially you should know that things aren't always as they seem, what with your pocket, and your… special anatomy." She admonished him. "Let's go back there, yeah? And after that we'll go and visit my mum, alright? She's been nagging for me to visit her anyway."

After paying the bill he took her hand and said "Run!", together they ran all the way to the entrance of the Underground. "Now what was that for?" she said a little breathlessly as she let go of his hand. "Dunno, I just felt like it. But it was fun wasn't it?" he looked so happy, like a child at Christmas. She smiled softly at him. "Uhu, that it was." She conceded.

When they arrived at their stop he was looking a little discouraged again. She put her hand on his arm, "Hey, why are you looking so sad all of a sudden?", "I'm just not sure I want to be disappointed again you know? I felt something when I was near the Box, but I couldn't figure out what is was, and going there now and proving that there isn't anything that can help me remember me… I don't know if I can handle it." He said.

Finally they could see the blue box and this time is wasn't only John who felt something, Rose too felt it. "There has to be something about that box, because I feel it too. Come on, let's go check it out!" she grabbed his hand and ran to the door. He took his key out and inserted it a second time that day. The door flew open, and just like the first time, there inside it but an old telephone. Before he had time to close the door again Rose had grabbed his hand and bounded inside. Neither of them had expected to see what they saw. It was an incredibly wide room with a big console in the middle. "uhm, John, are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Rose uttered in awe. "Yes, Rose, the inside appears to be bigger than the outside, not unlike my pockets. Rose, you are amazing! Fantastic even! I never would have got here without you. Thank you." The last part he said silently, looking at her like she meant the world to him. She wetted her lips under his gaze and saw his eyes flicker to them. He leaned infinitesimally closer to her, and then a little more. Just as her breath hitched in her throat he exclaimed "Rose, this is probably all mine! I have the key, my pockets are bigger on the inside too and I have this weird screwdriver I can't make sense of!" Rose, who was a little disoriented and not even a little bit disappointed, not that she would admit that, looked on as he took the item out of his pocket and started playing with it again.

Suddenly there was a beep on the other side of the room. Quickly the two of them hurried over and saw a screen… with a picture of John's face on it. After about two seconds of staring at it, it suddenly began moving and talking. Clearly it was some kind of film.

"Hello there, how are you? You're probably a little confused as you're seeing your own face talking to you. Well, first things first. I'm the Doctor, or you are the Doctor, seeing as we're both the same person. I can already hear you think Doctor who? Exactly! Let's move on, shall we."

John interjected, "I'm the Doctor, hmmm, I like that! What do you think Rose?" he looked at her. "I suppose it will do." She said teasingly

The film continued; "You're wondering why you can't remember anything. Well it's quite simple really, I just blocked a few synapses here and there and then I prevented my, your, brain from forming new memories. So we will never actually remember what exactly happened that day. Now why did I do that? Easy enough answer: I needed you to meet someone. She was very important to me once upon a time. We had some adventures say… 5 or 6 years ago, and I lost her. Did I tell you yet? You're a Time Lord, from the planet Gallifrey and you are the last of your kind. Anyway, as I was saying I illegally rewrote time – I know it's against the law but I'm the only one left so there's no one to punish me. Yes, time can be rewritten. The process though, is long and difficult and once you get your memories back you will remember it, so I'm not going to explain it all to you. So, I rewrote time. By the way, you're standing in the Tardis right now, don't tell her, but she is the best sentient ship in all the universe, she actually helped me quite a lot. The Tardis is not only a spaceship, she can travel through time too! Now, onto more important business, have you met Rose Tyler yet? You should've, I made sure to get an injury apt to land you in her care."

John, or the Doctor, felt Rose startle at the mention of her name but before he could say anything the film went on.

"I know you want your memories back, but the only way to do that is to make new ones, I made sure of that. So go on, live your life. Hang out with Rose Tyler, or do a little more" and he winked salaciously," When you get back here you can go back in time and fix the things you couldn't now. One last thing, your biology is superior to the humans', so normally you don't actually need to sleep every night." Before they could do anything, the screen went black and the lights went out.

"Well, that was interesting," said Rose looking at him perplexed. "You could say that," he countered. "well you heard him, I need to live my life, preferably with you. Do you mind that?" Rose looked deep in thought for a moment. "I don't think I do at all, and since you rewrote time for me, I don't think I can make myself send you away." She looked at him "and anyway, if I do you might never get your memories back. We wouldn't want that now would we?" she said, with her trademark smile.

Taking his hand she said: "Let's go home," and then she added, "Doctor." Forgetting all about their visit to her mum. He smiled that smile that made her feel just a little bit warmer on the inside and said: "Allons-y!" and then added, "Ooh I like that, remind me to say that more often!" and off they went.