A/N: I thought to post the epiloge early just because it's The End.
And about a sequal... I know that some of you have been at least thinking that I'll do one (I don't know if you want it now that the Master isn't there anymore. But still, Rose does have the ring), and I have to admit that I've been thinking of it. But I'm not making any promises! I have other projects I should write. Like my novel. I really should write it and not run away from it by writin fanfiction. But if I do a sequal it's gonna take a while. And I'm still not promising you anything!
Disclaimer: Last and final time, I don't own Doctor Who or any of it's characters.
A Beginning of Something Great
"Time was, every single one of these people knew your name. Now they've all forgotten you", Martha mused. They were in Cardiff, near the rift. Jack had asked them to come there.
"Good", the Doctor said simply. He was holding Rose's hand, and she was enjoying the feeling of him in her mind. She would never get bored to this. She never wanted it to end.
"Back to work", Jack said. He looked at the three of them.
"I really don't mind, though", the Doctor smiled. "Come with us."
"I had plenty of time to think that past year", Jack said. "The year that never was, and I kept thinking about that team of mine. Like you said, Doctor, responsibility", he pausewd and winked at Rose. "Besides, I think you two have a lot to catch up with. Years and years of sexual tension to break. Although, I don't need to miss that if you -"
"I have defending to do", he said then, more serious manner. "That team of mine, this planet of mine..."
"Defending the Earth. Can't argue with that", the Doctor admitted. He offered Jack his hand but when he took it he pulled it closer, sonicing the vortex manipulator on his wrist.
"Hey, I need that!" Jack protested.
"I can't have you walking around with a time travelling teleport. You could go anywhere, twice. The second time to apologise."
Rose giggled and she felt the Doctor's happiness of hearing that voice.
"And what about me?" Jack asked. "Can you fix that? Will I ever be able to die?"
"Nothing I can do. You're an impossible thing, Jack."
"Rose?" he asked, looking at her.
"I'll tell you if I ever learn how to do that", she answered and hugged him. He hugged Martha and jumped down the stairs, stopped and turned to them.
"But I keep wondering... What about aging? Because I can't die but I keep getting older. The odd little grey hair, you know? What happens if I live for a million years?"
The Doctor was keeping his laugh and Rose felt the same happiness of that feeling he had felt of hers.
"I really don't know."
"Okay, vanity. Sorry. Yeah, can't help it. Used to be a poster boy when I was a kid living on the Boeshane Peninsula. Tiny little place. I was the first one ever to be signed up for the Time Agency. They were so proud of me. The Face of Boe, they called me", he hummed.
"I'll see you."
He waved and was off his way. Rose felt the same amazement and confuse as the Doctor.
"No", she and the Doctor said in union.
"It can't be", Martha said, as astonished as them.
"No. Definitely not. No. No", the Doctor said, and this time he laughed.
Rose, Martha and the Doctor were in the TARDIS and the Doctor was his usual, overactive self. But Rose knew there was something behind it, and she also knew what.
"Right then, off we go. The open road. There is a burst of starfire right now over the coast of Meta Sigmafolio. Oh, the sky is like oil on water. Fancy a look? Or back in time. We could, I don't know, Charles the Second? Henry the Eighth. I know! What about Agatha Christie? I'd love to meet Agatha Christie. I bet she's brilliant!" he stopped as he looked at Martha. "Okay", he said. Rose looked at her as well.
"I just can't", Martha said.
"It's okay, Martha", Rose said. "I don't mind if you come. But it's okay if you want to go as well."
Martha smiled at her.
"I just... I think there are those few people who still remember... And I spent all those years to become a doctor. They might need help. I can't leave them alone."
"Of course not", the Doctor said hastly. He stopped for a while and smiled. "Thank you. Martha Jones, you saved the world. "
"Yes, I did", she said a confident smile on her face. "I spent a lot of time with you thinking I was second best, but you know what? I am good", she looked at the two of them, but mostly the Doctor. "You going to be all right?"
"You've got Rose now", she said. The Doctor looked at the Rose and smiled fondly.
"Yeah, I do."
Martha hesitated before she talked again.
"You know... the thing is that it was hard enough to travel with you two when you weren't here", she said, looking at Rose. "I just don't think I could make it. Not right now, at least."
Rose stepped closer and hugged her.
"You're wonderful", she said to her ear. "Someone will be very lucky to have you."
"Thank you. I can see why he loves you."
They pulled apart and Martha waved to the Doctor,who had stepped closer and taken Rose's hand back into his. Then she stopped again, took her selfphone and threw it to the Doctor. He captured it quite nicely with just one hand.
"Keep that, because I'm not having you disappear", she said. "And I think it's time for you to have one. In case you two get ripped apart again. Not that it's likely, as it doesn't seem like you're ever going to let go of her hand", there was surprisinly little bitterness in her voice. "And if that rings, when that rings, you'd better come running. Got it?"
The Doctor smiled.
Martha went to the door and opened it. She grinned back at them.
"I see you two again", she said before stepping out.
The door closed and the Doctor jumped to the console.
"Gah, can you feel that? The air is somehow a bit elecrtic, and dry, and uhg, that smell... Must me side-effects from the paradox. Shoudl ease after a few trips. Still, makes my clothes shrink."
He took off his pinstriped coat and hand it next to the one he got from Janis Joplin.
"Oh, Rose Tyler!" he said joyfully as he took a few jumpy steps towards her. "Long time since I asked this from you! Where do you want to go? Pablo Picasso could me a portrait of you. Or Renoir! I'd like his portrait of you better, he can really capture the person. Oh! We could go and see the born of Rose Galaxy!" he fell quiet as he saw Rose's face. "You don't want to come either", he said.
"How can you even think something like that after what we just talked about an hour ago?"
"I just thought..." he hesitated. "That mayde you're mad at me... because I couldn't save him."
Rose's heart ached and she took a deep breath to stop herself crying. She felt the ring in her pockets and plaed with it for a while.
"He decided to die", she said slowly. "It was no ones fault", she looked at him carefully. "Besides, it's not easy for you either, any of it. Martha left, the Master died... it must be so empty in your head again."
He stepped closer, pushing her hair away from her face and letting his hand to rest on her neck.
"It's not empty when I touch you", he said silently. She felt him sigh in her mind.
"Still", she said.
"Oh, you know me, I'm alright."
"No, you're not", Rose said. "And I'm not either. But it's okay. It's okay to be not alright."
He looked at her.
"You're different", he said. She titled her head.
"Good different or bad different?"
He laughed and she grinned widely.
"And you know what?" she asked, rised to her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around her neck. "We will be alright. We have each other and all the time and space to help us."
His hands found her waist and he kissed her softly. His lips were smooth and cool and it was delicious in a strange way. She wondered if his mouth was as cool as his skin. Just to try it she parted her lips to deepen the kiss. She felt him surprise plesantly. His mouth wasn't cold, she noticed, or cool, but warm and he tasted like something she had never tasted before, something really alien, and she decided that she liked that taste. Rose seeked from his mind whether he was thinking the same thing. He was, as far as she knew, and he also was pouring so much affection and love to her that it almost hurt. She had never thought that this was how love felt like.
"Me neither", he said out load, against her lips.
"Oh, I hate it when you do that", she mumbled throught the kisses. He chuckled lowly and pulled her closer to him.
"No you don't."
She broke the kiss for a while to see what her hands where doing.
"Umm... Rose? What are you doing?" he asked.
"Unbuttoning your shirt", she answered.
"Yeah, I can see that. But why?"
She gave him her wonderful grin and pulled the hem of his jersey out of his trousers.
"Oh. Oh! No, Rose wait."
He took hold of her hands and she paniced. Had she misunderstood his feelings? She was quite new at this.
"Sorry", she muttered, pulling her hands out. "I just thought... that... never mind."
She turned away from him to hide her embarasment. He came closer.
"No, it's not that I wouldn't want to", he said, wrapping his arms around her waist behind, letting her feel what he wanted. "You know I do. I'm just scared that it happens too soon. That maybe we should wait."
She started to smile again.
"Oh you foolish Doctor of mine", she said, turning her head to see him. "I've waited for seven years. I don't want to wait another day."
A/N: And in the end I want to thank you all for being with me the whole time or part of the time or reading it after I've finished it or anything to do with this. It's been great journey and I'm happy that I could share it with you all! I hope you enjoyed it at least half as much as I did!