Baby Time Lords

AN: This will be a Ten/Rose pairing. It will be a Doctor who, Sleepy Hollow crossover. Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor who or Sleepy Hollow. They belong to Russell T Davis and Tim Burton. I'm just borrowing them.

Rose Tyler, she sighed as she looked over at the new and tenth version of the Doctor. He was working on the TARDIS, as always, never mind which ever incarnation he was.

It had been six month since the ninth Doctor had regenerated into the tenth. Rose she missed the ninth Doctor terribly.

But she had slowly but surely come to terms with the fact the previous and the current Doctor were one in the same.

The outside covering was different and the accent and a lot of his mannerisms were also different. But at the end of the day he was still her Doctor.

He had the Doctor's memories and still a few of his previous mannerisms. He still had two hearts and a heart melting smile, even if it were softer, and not the manic and goofy grin of the previous Doctor.

Rose had discovered it did not matter what the outside of the packaging looked like; it was what was on the inside that mattered and countered.

But she much to her puzzlement was still very much in love with the Doctor, even in his current form. She supposed she could sense he was still and always would be her Doctor.

She supposed love knew no actual bounds, especially over something as shallow as somebody's appearance.

He knew she was watching him, he could sense it, just like he had been able to for the past six months. At first it had hurt.

It had hurt because he knew she was desperately searching for a sign or the merest glimpse of his former self. He sighed as he pushed the thin black oval shaped glasses up his nose.

It had a first been killing him slowly inside, whenever she would look at him, then moments later look away in anguish, with bitter tear filled brown eyes.

It would tear him to pieces, as well as making him slightly angry, when she would grieve. Grieve for a person whom was not dead, but standing right near by, within reaching distance.

But much to his relieve, she had slowly be surely come around and warmed up to him. She had finally seen and understood what he had been trying to explain to her for the last six months. He was still there, and had not left her.

He had regained her trust and her friendship. But secretly he wanted more, so much more. He constantly remembered that kiss.

The kiss they had shared in order for him to save her life, and remove the entire time vortex from her and into him self, leading to his tenth regeneration.

He was still deeply in love with her, which was the one thing about him that had not changed in the least. His ninth version of him self had loved Rose, and he the tenth loved her just as deeply.

He finished tinkering with the TARDIS. He then turned to face her and asked with a wide grin revealing perfect teeth. "So where to, where does the lovely Rose wish to go?"

Rose practically melted at the charming smile he was currently flashing her. She replied with her own smile. "Well, you granted me the opportunity to meet Queen Victoria, now how about the early 18th century America?"

The Doctor smiled and asked "I thought you hated all of those heavy dresses and tight corsets? You do realise if we go there, we will have to fit in with the locals?"

Rose sighed "I guess I'll have to deal. At least I won't be the only one who will have to play dress up will I?"

The Doctor snorted and shook his head. She had an answer for everything that had nothing to do with chemistry or science.

He sighed "fare enough" he then gave the TARDIS the year and coordinates.