The Start Of A New Beginning

Rose wrapped the towel around her front, as she scrubbed her hand across the fogged up bathroom mirror. She glanced in the mirror, taking in her appearance. She could not help but reminisce over the fact she had been very much the fragile human, last time she'd been inside of this bathroom all of those years ago.

She still had a hard time dealing with the colour of her eyes, and the sound of her accent, even after over two years having passed. Every time she looked in the mirror and saw blue eyes, or spoke and heard her northern accent, she would remember the Doctor in his ninth incarnation. Remember, and would feel a brief stab of grief, before it would pass, until she looked in the mirror again that is.

She figured she would either get over it within time, or she would learn to live with it until her next regeneration. Not that she had anything against blue eyes or northern accents, far from in fact. No, it was just all down to the fact her eyes were a similar, if not slightly brighter shade of blue then the Doctor's had been. Or the fact her accent sounded just like his once had.

Rose shook her head and sighed, as she made her way back into her bedroom, which was adjoined to her own personal bathroom. She scrubbed the back of her hair with a spare towel as she walked back into the room.

Once she had finished drying herself, she headed over to the dresser, picking up a can of the old brand of cherry blossom scented deodorant she had favoured as a teen. She grimaced, as she sprayed it underneath her arms and across her body.

She realised, as she replaced the can where she found it, that she would need to talk to The Doctor. She needed to ask him to take her somewhere soon, so that she could buy toiletries, which suited the more mature tastes that she favoured nowadays.

She then sprayed her wrists with a bottle of vanilla and cherry scented perfume. She rubbed her wrists together, followed against either side of her neck and her collarbones. She replaced the bottle alongside the can of deodorant.

The perfume was another example of how age and regeneration had matured her. How completely changed her likes and dislikes now were. What she liked before and after regenerating is so different, that it was beyond startling.

It was a pain in the ass, although it also amused her somewhat, when comparing and confronting the vastly different aspects of her personality now and during her teen years.

The Doctor would be smirking knowingly right then, if he had been able to hear what she was currently contemplating. Christ did she suddenly feel ancient, which was laughable when considering the Doctor truly was ancient.

She shook her head, snorting at her thoughts, as she quickly located her old and trusty hairdryer, plugging it into the nearest provided socket. She spent the next ten minutes drying her hair, inwardly snorting in exasperation at how reminiscent she was being.

She switched off and unplugged her hairdryer. She swore it was pregnancy that was making her like this, on top of being back right where her journey and adventures had first begun all of those years ago.

She walked over to the bed, smiling slightly as she noted what The TARDIS had provided for her. She picked up the glossy black dress off of the bed, before holding it up against herself in front of the full length mirror.

It was your typical little black dress, by a designer Rose had only heard of briefly. It was evidentially a designer label. Good ole TARDIS had always provided Rose with the best and latest up to date fashions in the past, apparently that had not changed.

The dress was a Blake Lively, sheath column cocktail dress. It was sleeveless and had thin straps. It was low cut in the front and back. It was made of an elastic silk-like satin, and Chiffon. It was glossy and shone slightly when the light hit it in a certain way.

It reached to mid knee when put on. It showcased Rose's rounded breasts, which were full and developed with her pregnancy. It made her hips and backside look incredible. It also showcased the tiny swell of her stomach, but without being overly obvious or unflattering.

She paired the dress with a pair of black Christian Louboutins satin slingbacks, which had a 140mm heel and a concealed 20mm platform. They had an open toe, an oversized bow on the side and the signature red sole.

Rose adored them, and hopped there would be no running for her life that evening, or else she would be screwed without very little effort on either her part or the latest monsters part either.

Once the dress and shoes were in place she got to work on her hair. She decided to curl it, (Think of the curled hairdo Billie had in episode one, season two of Secret diary of a call girl when she was wearing the purple dress and mistakes Alex for a client) once she was done curling the strands, she teased it slightly, and sprayed it with some hairspray to keep it in place.

Finally with her hair completed she applied her usual evening makeup, although her colours were limited, due to her teen-self having been overly found of applying very black and thick makeup.

She made a mental note to get rid of all of her old makeup, hair and other such beauty products, replacing it all with better quality, more suited to her new complexion, sense of style, and to her more mature taste.

In the end after much thought, her makeup consisted of a liquid cream foundation, which she applied light to her whole face and forehead, followed by a dusky rose coloured blush to her upper cheekbones.

She applied a slightly glittery skin coloured shadow all over her eyelid, blending in a little amount of pale blue glittery shadow on her lower lid. The blue shadow complimented and really made her blue eyes pop.

She outlined her eyes in a thin layer of black liquid eyeliner. To finish she curled her lashes using black mascara. A lot less then when she was a teen, nowhere near as much or as thick. She cringed at the thought of the overly done eye makeup and foundation she used to cake onto herself.

Lastly she very thinly outlined her lips in a deep ruby red lip pencil, followed by a lipstick in the same shade. She rubbed her lips together, and then puckered them, as she examined them in the mirror, checking for any flaky smudges.

Once satisfied, she searched her jewellery box. She grimaced at the sight of the big hoop earrings, courtesy of her chav days, something she was extremely far removed from nowadays.

After a few moments she spotted a pair of earrings she deemed suitable, all the while thinking for the umpteenth time she really needed to go shopping.

She rolled her eyes when The Doctor knocked on the door, saying in a sing-song tone, "Rose Tyler, your time is up, get out of there." Roses snorted and replied, "I'll be out in five minutes, just let me put in my earrings, grab my shawl and my purse."

The Doctor let out an audible sigh and grumbled, "Fine, you've got five minutes to do what you need to. If you're not in the Console room in ten minutes, then I'll come back here and drag you out myself."

Rose scoffed and replied, "Ha, big words Doctor. Saying and doing are two entirely different things. I'd love to see you even attempt it. It will just give me an excuse to slap you, you're overdue. Mom is not here to do the honours, so it is up to me."

The Doctor on the other side of the door flinched at the mere thought. He snorted, before opening the door wide. He replied, "Just for that I am coming in whether you like it or not, you bad-", he never got to finish, never got to utter the word girl.

The Doctor practically choked on fresh air at the sight that greeted him. Sweet Rassilon it was a breathtaking and sight for sore eyes. She was gorgeous in his opinion. This was no human chav teen, which he first met and fell in love with. No this was a Time Lord, an honest goddess, or least to him she was.

Rose had to stifle a satisfied smirk at the expression on The Doctor's face. She knew she had done well, her efforts had been rewarded, and her work was done. She had not felt this sexy and desirable since before she regenerated.

She remarked teasingly, "Wow, I am flattered Doctor. That good, huh, who knew I still had what it takes?" That snapped The Doctor out of his shock and lust induced haze.

It was then that Rose took in the sight of The Doctor for the first time. She could not stifle the gasp of appreciation. Sweet Jesus, he looked delicious, delectable, and every other term known or unknown to man and alien alike.

He looked just as incredible as his tenth self and John had looked in a tuxedo, although he managed to fill it out in many ways his tenth self's body build had not been able.

Rose rasped out in a husky tone, "Well, hello there Mr. Time Lord." This caused The Doctor to chuckle knowingly. He had to resist the urge to not start preening like a peacock, or purring like a content tomcat.

The Doctor replied in an equally husky tone, "Hello there indeed." He added, "He was an imbecile to leave you like he did. Was he blinded by a pretty blonde French woman, or a memory of a reincarnation from another universe? How he could have not seen or known what sheer beauty and quality he had within his grasp is well beyond me. "

He added, as he slowly walked up towards her, "Such idiocy must be highly and deadly contagious. Thank Rassilon I am not around to catch it. It would be such a dismal failure on my part."

Rose sighed, arching a single brow, as he pulled her flush against his front. She remarked blandly, "He was not the only one to fall for her poisonous charms. Are you forgetting so soon Doctor that you too once end up ensnared by this realities version of that same pretty blonde French woman?"

The Doctor sighed and replied, "You said it yourself, that being, she had more class then the Reinette from the other reality. Plus you don't have the full story behind what my tenth self got up to and why he did it either."

Rose replied coolly, "Oh, please do be so kind as to enlighten me, Doctor." The Doctor replied, "Finish getting ready, then when we come back after dinner, then I'll tell you what you want to know. But in the meantime, let's not spoil what has the potential to be one hell of an evening shared in each other's company."

Rose reluctantly nodded, before saying, "Very well. But remember Doctor, you'll have a much harder time putting me off, trying to fob me off, changing the subject like your tenth and ninth selves had a habit of doing in the past. I am no longer that human and naïve teen you remember."

The Doctor swallowed thickly, reluctantly nodding. He was more aware at that moment, more so then he had been since Rose's return, that this woman was a Time Lord. A woman who was older, mature, experienced, and sure as hell could now hold her own against his tactics perfectly.

He turned on his heel and headed towards the door, saying over his shoulder, "You've got ten minutes Rose. I'll meet you in the console room." He then exited and closed the door behind him.