A/N- So, this will be my retelling of season three and on. I've no idea how long this will be and I'm hoping to update about once a week. I know everyone and their pet have done one of these, but I've been wanting to do one for a while and well, why not? I hope you enjoy the story! Things will be different, this isn't just going to be a straight retelling with Rose inserted. I love hearing from the reviewers so drop me a line! Thanks for reading!

Chapter One~*~ Golden

Rose's fingers were slipping, she knew she wasn't going to be able to hold on and it was killing her. She was sure she could hear the Doctor screaming at her over the roar of the void, pulling her back, pulling her away from him. She could feel her fingers as they slid off the lever, one by one till she was hardly holding on by anything but her finger tips. She would not let this happen; she didn't come back just to lose him now. She looked up and met his eyes, his anguished filled eyes. Gods he looked like he was in physical pain as he watched her slip from the lever.

"Rose!" She heard him scream over the roar. "Hold on! HOLD ON!" He told her, as if he could keep her there by will alone. Then she felt it, her hold finally gave out and she met his eyes, she tried to tell him how sorry she was but she couldn't get the words out as she flew backwards towards hell.

~*~One~*~

He watched as her hands slipped, as he came closer and closer to losing her forever. He screamed her name, told her to hold on, but he knew her grip wouldn't last. He was going to lose her and there was nothing he could do but watch as her fingers finally lost their grip on the lever. Even as her hands came free she reached for it, panic and fear etched her face as she looked up and met his eyes.

"Rose!" He screamed as she fell back towards the void. Then he watched as something strange began to happen, as everything around them began to slow. He took a deep breath and opened and closed his eyes but he knew he wasn't doing this, slowing time like this took more power than he alone possessed, it would take at least three Time Lords to do this or...

His eyes darted to Rose's eyes, but her hair was hanging in her face, she was no longer flying backwards, she almost seemed suspended in space. Slowly, agonizingly slow, she lifted her head and he gasped.

"No," he whispered, but the evidence was undeniable. Her eyes were shining with a golden light he'd only ever seen once before and it scared him to his core. "Rose." Her eyes flashed golden, deeper, and brighter than a moment before and suddenly she was moving towards him, her arms still stretched out over her head. As soon as she was close enough he grabbed for her, and almost the second he touched her hand the howling pull of the void began in full again. Rose's body was jerked back so hard he heard a sickening pop but she showed no signs of pain.

It was only another few seconds before the void began to shrink into itself, closing once and for all. He pulled Rose to his chest as the pull from the void lessened until finally his feet hit the floor and Rose's body was rigid against his own. Her arm hung at her side with an unnatural limpness and he knew without checking that he'd pulled her arm from the socket.

"Her arm is injured," an ethereal voice that sounded a bit like Rose said. He jerked back and could see her eyes still glowed, but it was dimming.

"Who are you?" He demanded as she looked up and met his gaze.

"We are forever," she said in that same voice. "Fix her arm, I can only hold her here for another moment and the pain would be...unpleasant." The voice that sounded a bit more like Rose now said. He shifted Rose in front of him, feeling along her shoulder to be sure it was only dislocated and felt it, yes that was what happened. Taking a deep breath he grabbed her shoulder with one hand and her limp arm with the other and quickly maneuvered it back into the socket. He heard the shoulder pop back into place and Rose's body jerked with the move, but she still showed no signs of pain.

"How are you here?" he demanded as the light began to fade from her eyes. "Damnit, who are you?" He shouted as he reached out for her, knowing when the light was gone Rose would most likely collapse.

"We are Bad Wolf," she said as the last of the eerie voice fading from the words then the light disappeared completely. Rose blinked a few times at him, as if she didn't really believe what she was seeing. Then she smiled, or tried to, before her eyes rolled back and she fainted into his arms.

~*~Two~*~

He lay in bed, his body curled around Rose as she slept. It was by far not the first time they'd slept in the same bed, needs must after all, but he had never laid with her in his bed. He'd never even shown her his room, was hardly ever in here himself. He much preferred catnaps in the library or media room, where more often than not he went nightmare free. But alone in his bed the nightmares always seemed to find him, so he stayed out. But Rose had looked so frail as he carried her back to the TARDIS after her encounter with Bad Wolf he couldn't just leave her in her room, alone.

Granted it was not completely necessary that he be in the bed with her, curled up next to her, his hand resting intimately on her stomach but he was finding it hard to get up and do something while she slept. Those few seconds she'd been falling towards the void had been the most terrifying, hearts stopping... he curled around her, gripping her shirt with one hand as a sudden sob worked its way up his throat. Rassilon he'd almost lost her; she'd almost been sucked into the void. She shifted in her sleep and he jerked back a little.

"Take me back," she said softly as she began to thrash about a bit, kicking off the blankets he'd pulled around her. "Take me back!" She said louder now as she shifted onto her back. "Take me back!" She cried almost screaming now as she reached out like she was pounding on a door.

"Rose, you're dreaming," he whispered, pulling her closer to his chest, hoping to soothe her. He reached up to brush hair out of her face, his fingers skimming her temple. Quite abruptly he was no longer lying in bed with Rose, but was standing behind her as she pounded on a white wall, a wall he recognized.

"Take me back!" She cried as she pounded on the wall.

"It's stopped working. He did it. He closed the breach," The Doctor whipped around at the voice and saw Pete Tyler, holding a sobbing Jackie Tyler.

"No," Rose sobbed, the word drawn out and broken as she slowly sank to the floor, one hand still splayed out on the wall. "Doctor," She whispered. He stepped up to her and knelt down next to her; he raised a hand and brushed her hair out of her face.

"Rose, you're dreaming, I think you're trapped in a might have been, you need to wake up," he her softly and she shook her head.

"No, you're gone," she said her voice flat and it scared him, how defeated she sounded.

"I'm not Rose, you're just dreaming," he told her taking her hand but she didn't even look up at him.

"I can still feel you," she whispered and for a moment he thought he might be getting through to her but she shook her head. "But you're gone." Her voice was void of emotion and her color was fading, she was so pale. Oh that was bad, her mind was shutting down, something about this dream/could have been was draining her, she couldn't afford to lose any energy right now. No way around this then, he thought as he raised his hands to her temple.

"Wake up!" He commanded and she sat up in the bed and he went with her, both of them gasping for breath. She was shaking; her whole body was pale and trembling.

"Doctor?' She asked in a whimper as she looked up at him.

"I'm here Rose," he told her and she collapsed into his arms as she cried. He ran his hands over her hair, careful to keep his fingers away from her temple. Frankly that should not have been possible, him entering her mind like that, with no warning or forethought. Almost as if she'd pulled him in herself. And when he pulled her closer and closed his eyes all he could see was her staring at him, her eyes aflame in golden light again and her voice not quite her own. He was going to need to see what the hell had happened.

"How?" Her voice was quiet and he almost missed the question as she pulled back a bit, wiping tears off her cheeks. He was glad to see her color returning.

"What do you remember Rose?" He asked just as softly, not loosening his hold on her. She laid her head on his shoulder and took a deep breath.

"I was slipping," she said, her voice full of fear. "I couldn't hold on, I knew I couldn't. I was gonna fall." He placed a kiss on the top of her head and swallowed hard as she walked through her memories. "Then I remember hearing the TARDIS, but that's not quite right either." She said shaking her head against his shoulder. She shifted and winced and he remembered she'd dislocated her shoulder; he'd need to get some pain killer in her soon, because she was going to be sore for days. "Then everything just kinda...stopped."

"You slowed time," He whispered and it scared the hell out of him. What the hell had happened to her when she looked into the heart of the TARDIS? He'd been so sure he'd removed it all.

"I did?" She asked pulling away so she could look up at him. His face was creased with fear, confusion and something that looked like guilt.

"Well," he said drawing the word out and she smiled, which is what he'd been hoping for. "I'm not really sure how you did it, though it wasn't technically just you."

"Bad Wolf," she said nodding her head now. "I remember feeling surrounded by peace, by a feeling of such deep love and security." Rose said taking a deep breath. She rolled her neck and then her shoulders and cried out in pain.

"Careful," he bit out a little harsher then he'd meant to, she didn't know she'd hurt her shoulder after all. "You uh, your shoulder got dislocated, I had to...I had to fix it while you were still...Bad Wolf," he said since he had no other name for it.

"Ah, that explains the ache," she said nodding her head. "Could I take something for the pain?" She asked and he nodded his head. He was loathed to let her go, to get up and go to the medbay, but he hated seeing her in pain.

"I'll run down to the medbay and get you something, should help with the pain for a day or so," he said and Rose could feel his reluctance to let her go and despite everything it made her heart soar that he did not want to let her go. She looked around the room they were in and the bed they were on, it was not her room. She made no mention of the fact that he was in the bed with her, holding her like he belonged there. Which as far as she was concerned, he did, but she wasn't going to tell him that yet.

"Where are we?" She asked as he began to let go of her. She smiled when the tips of his ears went pink and he rubbed the back of his neck as he slid off the bed.

"It's uh, my room." He told her and Rose smiled, though her eyes were still sad.

"'S nice," she said as her tongue popped out and licked her lips and he nodded his head. Rassilon he wanted to kiss her, sitting in his bed, her hair tousled from sleep. He always wanted to kiss her; it was a long fought battle not kissing Rose Tyler. But right at that moment it took every ounce of will power to walk backwards towards his door.

"I'll be right back," he said before he turned and almost sprinted the rest of the way to the door. Rose giggled as he fled the room; she'd seen the look in his eyes as he'd stood, watching her mouth as she smiled. She knew he was attracted to her, cared about her, and she almost, even kinda understood why he held himself away from her, away from what they both wanted. But that didn't mean she was going to make it easy on him or try to persuade him that he was wrong. She lay back in the bed and let her mind wander, taking inventory of everything that had happened. She'd called on Bad Wolf somehow, and it had saved her from the void, he was going to want to do tests, she knew him well enough to know he wasn't going to just let that go. Her mum and Mickey were back in the other universe, and that hurt, a lot. She hadn't even given her mum a proper goodbye and she winced at the thought. She hoped she'd be happy there, with Pete, she sent out the silent prayer to the universe that her mum be happy.

She was going to miss them, so much. She took a deep breath and focused herself on not crying, she didn't want to be in tears when the Doctor came back; no doubt he was already felling guilty that she'd stayed here, with him. She raised her arm slowly, experimenting with her range of movement and winced again. Well, that was going to put a kibosh on any adventures for a few days. Though she hoped maybe that meant a few lazy days in the media room watching movies cuddled up next to him.

~*~Three~*~

The Doctor walked out the door and pulled it closed behind him. He'd wanted to kiss her, to comfort her in the way that only pure unadulterated love could. But she was so young, so pure and he was nothing but a hardened soldier, maybe less so now than before, but he still had shadows that he never wanted her to see. And he knew if he kissed her, if he let himself have that, he'd never be able to hold himself back. And her life was so short, so woefully short his hearts ached with the thought. He knew it would hurt when he lost her, either through her leaving or... he couldn't even think it. He mindlessly walked through the medbay getting a few things together as he thought. If he had her, let himself love her, and then lost her... But he knew it was futile, he could no longer deny what he felt for her. And when he'd watched her slipping from that lever it had not been easier to watch her fall, or break his hearts any less, because he had not told her how he felt. He knew she cared for him, deeply, knew it was most likely love, but he didn't know if he could let himself have that. Part of him still firmly believed he didn't deserve her love, though he knew he was better with her, because of her. And now, now he'd let her risk it all, leave her family behind, for him. The guilt at the thought washed through him and he staggered a few steps. How could he have let this happen? Rose was going to end up resenting him and this life for stealing away her family.

He took a deep breath to try and calm himself down. He looked up at the flash of light and let a small smile slip out at the tray of tea and biscuits sitting on the table by his computer. He lifted his hand to the coral wall and send out a wave of thankfulness. He felt a wave of comfort and love back through his link with his wonderful ship then a sharp reprimand and he read the deep disapproval of him hiding his feelings from Rose. His ship loved Rose; there was no doubt about that.

"I'm so scared," he whispered to the ship and felt another wave of love and a feeling of peace, like she was telling him everything would be okay. He put all his supplies in his pockets and walked over and picked up the tray of tea.

Rose was laying back in bed when he reentered the room, her head on his pillow, and he knew it would smell like her shampoo for days, and her injured arm resting across her stomach. Her eyes were closed but he was pretty sure she was not in fact asleep. But with her eyes closed he took a moment to indulge in watching her. She was still wearing her black jeans and teal hoodie, he was pretty sure he'd be fine if he never saw that outfit again. He watched the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, they were deliberately even and he wondered if she was trying to keep herself from crying.

"Are you in any pain?" He asked setting the tray on his bedside table. Her eyes popped open and he realized she hadn't heard him come in. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." He said and she sat up slowly, careful not to move her arm much.

"'Sokay," she finally said then looked at the tray of tea. "Ah, everything's better with a cuppa," she murmured and her thoughts turned to her mum and her eyes were welling with tears again but she pushed them back. The Doctor watched her fight for control, she took a deep breath and blinked her eyes and the tears were gone. He knew she was fighting it for his benefit; she didn't want him to feel guilty, which was a bit futile, since his guilt was an ever present feeling.

"Rose," he started to say but she just smiled and shook her head.

'"m Fine," she told him as he sat down on the bed. He could see that she was in fact, not fine, but he didn't want to push her, so he nodded his head. He hoped she'd talk to him about it when she was ready.

"I got a shot for your shoulder," she wrinkled her nose at the word 'shot' and he smiled wryly. "I know, but if you're a good girl there's a lolly in it for you." He said smirking at her and she laughed, it was still tinged with sadness but he'd take what he could get at the moment.

"Does it go in my arm or..." she toyed with the hem of her hoodie and he almost laughed.

"In your shoulder, straight to the source of pain," he told her and she nodded her head and smiled. She reached up and unzipped her hoodie and pulled it off and his breath hitched for just a moment. She was wearing a very small black camisole under the hoodie, which only just covered her. She turned her injured shoulder towards him and couldn't help but notice the way his eyes had raked over her body as she removed the hoodie. He seemed to be staring at her clavicle, but...no, there was no way he was staring at her chest, right?

"Doctor?" She said and his whole head jerked up and the tips of his ears went red and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from giggling at the look on his face. "Shoulder?"

"Shoulder," he repeated as though it was a foreign language and Rose couldn't help the small chuckle that slipped through. At her laugh he blinked and then nodded. "Yes, your shoulder." He said pulling a syringe from his pocket. "Little pinch then it'll feel better." He told her as he wiped her arm with what she assumed was a disinfectant wipe. She turned her head away when he raised the syringe and looked at the picture sitting on his bedside table. It was one of them, at Christmas; her mum had taken it on her phone.

"I had Jackie send me a copy," he said softly when he saw where she was looking. "TARDIS printed it out for me," he told her and she winced just a little at the pinch of the needle. She was a bit touched that he had a picture of them, in his room. She knew he knew that she had a ton of pictures of them, taped and pinned all over her vanity, but that he had one in here, in his private space sparked an elation in her that she had never felt, almost giddy. She giggled as she thought of him staring at it while trying to sleep.

"You should get some rest," he told her as he placed a band-aid over the spot he'd injected the medicine. "You've had a long day, and the medicine will probably make you a bit sleepy at first." He stood up and she looked up at him. "I've got some repairs to work on, but you're welcome to stay here." He told her and she pulled her lips between her teeth and took a deep breath through her nose.

"I don't..." She trailed off and then looked back down at her hands as her head started to feel a little fuzzy around the edges. "Could you stay, till I fall asleep?" She asked quietly and he could hear the fear in her voice. She was afraid he was going to turn her away. He sat down immediately and pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her, careful of her injured shoulder.

"Course I will," he told her reassuringly as he ran his hand over her hair, and down her back. He helped her scoot down till she could lie down then he moved up the bed and lay down next to her and opened his arms. She rolled over and snuggled into his chest, her head resting over one of his hearts and her injured arm across his abdomen. She could feel the pain killer working, the ache in her shoulder fading as her eyes dropped shut. "Sleep Rose, I'll stay, I promise," he told her softly as he felt her breathing even out. It was only a matter of seconds before she was asleep. He thought about moving, thought about getting up and working on something, anything so he wasn't wrapped around her, with her scent and closeness penetrating his carefully built walls, but he couldn't move. Honestly didn't want to.

~*~Four~*~

Rose woke up fast when something jerked her around the waist. She took a deep breath when she realized it was the Doctor's arm, holding her tightly to his chest. His face was screwed up in pain and for a moment she thought he was hurt. Then his head shook and she realized he was sleeping, dreaming about something unpleasant.

"I'm still just an image, no touch," he muttered and Rose wondered what he meant, or why it was said with such sadness.

"Doctor," she said putting her hand on his arm and shaking just a little. "Wake up," she told him, she'd come upon him while he was having a nightmare before, and he always seemed to respond to her quiet voice, but she didn't seem to be getting through this time. He did shift his face towards her when she spoke though.

"About two minutes," And his voice broke a bit on the last word. He sounded so sad, heartsbroken and Rose could feel tears welling in her eyes, even though she didn't really know why. What was he dreaming about?

"Doctor, wake up," she said a little bit more insistent now as she pulled herself to a sitting position, leaning over him so she could shake his shoulders a bit.

"If it's my one last chance to say it, Rose Tyler," he stopped talking abruptly with tears falling down his cheeks, which scared her a bit; she'd never seen him cry before; not ever, so she shook his shoulders a bit harder.

"Doctor," she said a bit louder now and his eyes flew open, she watched him search her face for something till his eye lock onto hers and then he raised his hand and traced the path of a tear down her cheek with his thumb. She hadn't even realized she was crying. And then suddenly she was on her back, the Doctor pressing his lips to hers hungrily, one of his hands in her hair the other on her hip in a vice like grip that was likely to leave bruises. It only took her a second, half a second, to respond to the kiss, even if she was unsure where the suddenness came from, why it felt like he was trying to hold on to her for dear life. She ran her hand through his hair and he pressed his body closer to hers with a groan and Rose deepened the kiss, moaning softly herself when he nipped at her bottom lip.

"Rose," he murmured as he kissed his way down her cheek to her neck.

"I'm here Doctor, I'm... ohhhh," she said arching into his touch when his hand slid up her hip and up her abdomen. Oh God this was everything she'd ever dreamed of, his hands on her, his body pressed into hers, but there was a voice in her mind telling her to slow down, things were getting heated and she needed to know what was happening here. She swallowed hard as his finger skimmed her rib cage.

"Doctor," she whispered pulling in all her resolve to put her hands on his shoulders.

"Rose," he all but moaned her name as he shifted his hips and oh my God, no doubt then that he wanted her and she couldn't stop her hips from rising up to meet his as he shifted.

"Doctor," she said again, amazed at all that she could form words with his lips on her neck and his hips pressing into hers. He just continued to do wicked things to her neck and shoulder with his lips and tongue. "I can't believe I'm saying this," she swallowed hard when he finally pulled away from her neck and looked at her. And suddenly she couldn't speak, lust filled his eyes, his lips were slightly swelled from kissing her and his hair was mussed from her fingers. She could see him trying to gain some control and he started to shift away from her but she didn't want that so she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, locking him in place.

"I'm-

"If the next word out of your mouth is 'sorry' you're going to be looking back at my mums slap as a fond memory," she told him with steel in her voice and he clamped his mouth shut. "Okay, good." She said nodding her head. "Not that I don't want this, cause I do, have for..." She blew out a breath on a bit of a chuckle, "A very long time, but why now, what's changed?"

"I almost lost you," he whispered his voice harsh with emotions. "I thought," he stopped and closed his eyes and Rose could see him gathering his thoughts and waited. "I thought keeping myself back from you, from this would make it easier when..." He trailed off on a rough breath. "But it wasn't, watching you fall, it hurt more because I never... I've run from you for so long, for so many reasons. But when your hands slipped off that lever all I could think about was all the things I never told you." He told her before he let his head fall to her chest. He was shaking, she knew he wasn't crying, but she could feel the emotions coming off him in waves, almost felt like they were her own. She ran her hands through his hair soothingly as he collected himself. When he continued his head was still on her chest, but she could hear him fine.

"I'm ready to stop running from you." He finally whispered and Rose took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her heart sung at his words, he was ready, finally ready, and so was she.

"I love you," she whispered and she could swear he stopped breathing for a second.

"Rose-

"No," she said cutting him off again as he raised his head up to look at her. "I'm not telling you because I want you to say it back, someday, nothing would thrill me more than to hear you say it. But I didn't tell you for that. I told you because I needed you to know. No matter what happens from this moment on, I love you and you are not alone." He nodded his head slowly then looked into her eyes as he pushed up and captured her lips again and this time she didn't stop him.

~*~Five~*~

Rose woke up slowly as she stretched her body, she was in an unfamiliar bed and her shoulder ached lightly, but nothing like it did before. She stretched her arms out towards the other side of the bed only to find it empty. Her heart thudded in her chest when she realized the Doctor was gone and she began to panic a little. Did he regret what happened last night already? She winced at the thought. The door flew open and he came bounding in with a hug smile on his face but it dropped when he looked at her.

"Rose, what's wrong?" He asked striding over to the bed.

"You were gone and I thought..." She trailed off and hated that tears prickled her eyes.

"I'm sorry Rose," he told her putting his arms around her. "I just, had an idea, and I needed to see if it would work. I found a crack, not big enough to travel through, but enough to get a message through. You can say goodbye," he told her and her eyes lit up and he smiled softly.

"My mum," she said and he nodded his head then his eyes glanced over her and her smiled brightened as he blushed.

"You may uh, may want to uh..." He trailed off as he watched her throw off the blankets covering her. "Clothes." He squeaked and Rose laughed. She stood from the bed, being sure not to cover herself in any way as she found her jeans. She wanted him to know she was totally at ease with him. She turned as she found her shirt and he was still watching her move around the room.

"Doctor?" She asked and he raked his eyes up her body slowly.

"Yes?" He asked as she started to get dressed. She loved the way his eyes darkened with hunger and she shifted from foot to foot, wow, that was going to take some getting used to.

"My mum?" She asked and the look was gone and he wrinkled his nose a little.

"Right, yes," he said nodding as he tugged on his ear and Rose laughed. "Met me in the console room," he told her as she pulled on her shirt and his eyes darted to her neck. She had a love bite there, about the size of a pound coin. "You may want to uh..." He trailed off and touched his neck and blushed again.

"No sense covering up mine when she'll just see yours," She said with humor in her eyes and his eyes went wide. He spun around and there was suddenly a mirror hanging on his wall. He walked over and looked at himself, she was right; he had one, in almost the same exact spot.

"Well maybe we should go by the medbay," he muttered as he touched the spot and realized he didn't want to heal it. It felt like a claim and he was loathed to remove it.

"'S fine," She said taking his hand and walking out the door. "Mum thinks we've been shagging for years now." She told him and he blanched as she pulled him through the corridor towards the console room.

"She...what?" He asked and Rose laughed. She knew what was coming was going to be hard, so it was nice to feel a bit lighthearted right before hand.

"Doctor?" She asked as they entered the console room. He swallowed and nodded releasing her hand as he headed over to the console. He flipped a few switches and looked at the monitor then back at her.

"Everything is ready," he told her as he walked back to her. "Takes a lot of power to do this, we're in orbit around a super nova, burning up a sun."

"Okay," Rose said nodding her head. He led her away from the jumpseat and then stepped away. "What do I do- Mum!" She said as she abruptly found herself standing on a cold windy beach, though she could only assume it was cold and windy, she couldn't feel any of it.

"Rose!" Her mum rushed over. Rose could see Pete and Mickey just a bit behind her, standing by a jeep in the sand. "Where are you?" Jackie asked stopping just in front of Rose.

"On the TARDIS," Rose said suddenly she had no idea what to say. What do you say for the last time to the women who gave you everything?

"Where's himself?" Jackie asked with a slight glare as she looked Rose over. Her eyes lingering on Rose's neck but she didn't say anything.

"Here," He said stepping up next to Rose and she smiled when he laced their fingers together. "Hello Jackie."

"Uh-huh," Jackie said nodding her head and she looked between the two of them. "You just listen to me Doctor, she chose you, and you are all she has now, yeah?" She told him her eyes boring into his. "So you take care of my daughter or-

"I will Jackie," he told her nodding his head. "I promise."

"Okay then," Jackie said seeming mollified by his words. "Rose, I love you so much!" She went towards her as though to hug her and the Doctor shook his head.

"Just an image Jackie, no touch." He said and Rose's head whipped towards him at the words. That's what he'd said in the dream he'd been having. Had he dreamed about this, she'd have to asked him when they were done.

"Right, course," Jackie said nodding her head. She turned back to Rose and forced a smile. "You don't worry about me yeah? I'm happy here with Pete, he's different, but not. I have a feeling you might know what I mean." She and Rose laughed and nodded.

"I love you too mum, so much," Rose told her and Jackie took a deep breath.

"You have about a minute left," The Doctor said quietly and Rose sucked in a breath.

"Oh, I'm pregnant," Jackie exclaimed and Rose smiled. "Three months gone."

"Blimey Pete works fast," The Doctor muttered and Rose laughed. Jackie sent him a small glare and then smiled.

"Tell them I love them," Rose said and Jackie nodded her head and tears streamed down her face.

"Be careful you two!" Jackie said and then they were standing on the TARDIS again and Rose sucked in a deep breath. She turned to the Doctor and smiled, though it was a watery smile.

"Thank you," she said leaning up to kiss him before wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. "Oh my," she whispered as she pulled away.

"What?" He asked as he took in the shock on her face.

"Oi!" He heard a new voice say and spun around. There was a tall ginger women standing in his ship, in a white wedding dress with a murderous look on her face.

"What?" He said looking from her to Rose and back again. "But that's-"

"Who are you two?" The ginger cut him off glaring between the two of them.

"What?" He said again and Rose giggled, oh this was so their life.

"Where am I?" The ginger demanded looking around the ship then back to the Doctor.

"But that's not-

"What the bloody hell is this place?" The ginger asked with her hands on her hips.

"What?" The Doctor said again sounding baffled.