A/N: So, here we are, the end. I want to thank anyone and everyone who has taken the time to read this story. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and favourited and followed this as well. I couldn't be more grateful. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

So without further ado, here I present you what the end to Revelations!

Thank you,

Love Emma x

A few hours had passed before Jackie returned. She wasn't sure what to expect upon returning, but she hoped that the Doctor had really listened to her and had spoken to Rose. Before she left he had clearly been about to; Jackie only hoped that he hadn't chickened out completely at the last moment.

As she walked up the stairs towards her flat, Jackie considered turning back and knocking on the TARDIS door. The ship was still in the same place it had been for the last few days, so he hadn't left, but there was no guarantee that he wasn't back inside once more. However, she figured that seeing if he was still inside the flat where she'd left him was the best way to find out if he had run away or not. She was mad enough at him as it was, so there was no telling how she would feel if she found out how much of a coward he could be.


Inside the flat, the Doctor and Rose had long since moved out of the living area and were in Rose's room, making sure that everything that needed to be packed had been so before they eventually left for the TARDIS.

Much to the Doctor's usual despair, Rose had said that it was best if they waited for Jackie to return before they left. However, given the current situation, the Doctor agreed aware that it was the right thing to do. Besides, there were things he still needed to say Jackie before they left. He didn't want to, of course not, but he knew it was needed; especially if it led to them eventually being able to move on from this shocker of a visit.

They didn't talk much as they packed; there was none of their usual fleeting banter, but it didn't feel as awkward as it had before. Since their talk, only moments a go in the great, grand scheme of things, the air had cleared somewhat, but there were still bits floating around, lingering. But they were comfortable now in each other's presence again, and that was a start.

Once finished in Rose's room, Rose made her way out of the room and back into the living area, turning back on the television. She's barely said a word to the Doctor, who followed behind, and found that the use of non-verbal communication was an easier option – a small smile here and a specific look in the eye there. She was grateful in that the Doctor hadn't tried to force their original relationship back upon them, trying to make out that everything was fine and dandy when it was as far from that as it could be without them being apart. She was grateful that he understood – it was as much his problem as it was hers. He might be a nine-hundred year-old alien, but he understood human emotions more than some may give him credit for. Rose guessed that when faced with a situation like the one they were currently in, there were some emotions that didn't discriminate against species.

It took Rose a moment to realise that the Doctor was no longer in the room with her. She knew that he had followed her from her room, but it wasn't until she heard the kettle start to boil that she realised he had gone into the kitchen.

Not long later, he emerged back into the living room with two mugs of tea and a plate of biscuits balanced precariously on his arm.

Rose looked round at him and immediately got up to take the plate off him before it fell off his arm.

"Careful," she told him as she did so. "You'll land up making a mess!"

"Wouldn't be the first time," the Doctor replied as Rose placed the plate on the table as he did the same with the mugs.

Taking the mug that had been lain down for her, Rose took her place back on the sofa. The Doctor followed, sitting a little further away than he usually did, but close enough so it didn't come across too strongly that he was attempting to maintain an element of distance between them.

"Thank," Rose said to him, nodding down at the tea in her hands.

"'S alright, though we could do with one,"

"Mum'll kill you for the biscuits, though," Rose said with a half-hearted laugh. Their silence was slowly starting to get to her now.

The Doctor suddenly looked grim. "I think stealing some biscuits from you mother's biscuit tin are the last of my problems, Rose," he told her with a small and glum raise of the corner of his mouth which some might constitute as a smile.

She wanted to tell him that her mother would eventually come round, but the truth was, Rose wasn't sure she would ever be able to look at the Doctor in the same manner again. Instead, she settled on giving him a smile, which she hoped came across as somewhat sympathetic, and the two of them fell back into the silence that they were both starting to be accustomed to.


Jackie returned back not too much long later. She came into the living room and looked straight at the Doctor without saying a word. He knew what that look meant – it meant Jackie was asking him if he had spoken to Rose or not – in return he gave her a simple nod, hoping that was enough to satisfy her.

As her mother then went into the kitchen, switching on the kettle, Rose put down her mug and got up from where she was sat on the sofa, following her mother out of the room.

"You sorted things out, then?" Jackie asked as waiting for the kettle to finish boiling, grabbing her mug and a tea bag as she did so.

"I think so," Rose told her. "Mostly."


"'S not something that can be sorted out overnight, is it?"

"Guess not,"

A small silence passed between them.

"I'm going back with him," Rose said suddenly once her mother had started pouring the water out of the now freshly-boiled kettle.

Jackie sighed, "I know, love," she said turning around her face her daughter. "I knew you would," she took the milk out of the fridge and poured some into her mug. "Be careful, please."

"You know I am," Rose told her.

"I'm not just talking about the monsters the pair of you always seem to find," Jackie told her. "What I mean is be careful, don't let him hurt you."

"He's never hurt me," Rose told her mother. Jackie just raised an eyebrow. "At least, not intentionally."

"That's what I mean," Jackie explained. "He may not mean it, but…" she trailed off and gave another small sigh. "I know you love him, I've known for a while now, and I can't bare for you to get hurt because of the way you feel – not again."

"It wasn't his fault, you know," Rose said.

"His fault or not, it still hurt you," Jackie pointed out. "I just don't want it to happen again."

"It won't," Rose reassured her. "I promise."

"It better be," Jackie said, eyeing her daughter carefully before making her way into the living room. There was an unspoken threat that laced her tone and Rose didn't need to hear it to understand that her mother meant every unspoken word of it.

"I hear you're leaving then," Jackie said to the Doctor as she stood a little way behind the sofa.

The Doctor turned around and nodded. "Yeah," he replied. "Rose thought it would be best if we waited for you to come back, though."

"You better look after her," Jackie told him.

"Jackie, you don't have to tell me that, I'd do it anyway."

"Yes, well things are different now, aren't they?" The Doctor didn't miss the slight ice to her voice accompanied by the look she was giving him. Yes, things were different now – very different – but that didn't mean the promises he had made to Jackie all that time ago – right at the very beginning – were any different now than they were then. The only thing that had happened was that they now carried a lot of weight in them, and even the Doctor was aware of that. Surely, Jackie didn't need to remind him?

"I know Jackie," the Doctor said. "Believe me, I know."

It was at that time that Rose had come back into the living room. She looked at the Doctor and gave him a small smile.

"Hey," she said, "just let me grab my stuff and we can get going," she told him, aware that it was best if they just left now before things started to get awkward.

However, if Rose had been expecting him to jump at the chance to leave the flat and head back to the TARDIS, she would never had expected him to say what he said next.

"You go ahead, I'll meet you there. I'm not quite ready to go yet," he looked over at Jackie, subtly, before looking back at Rose.

"You sure? I can wait if you want,"

"No no, you go ahead; sort yourself out," the Doctor told her. "I won't be long."

Rose looked at him carefully, but didn't say anything in order to get him to explain himself to her. It was a testament to how fragile their relationship still was right now; normally, she would have demanded an answer, but, somehow, it didn't seem right to do so.

"Alright, I see you in a bit then,"

The Doctor watched as she left the room and Jackie followed her daughter in order to say a proper goodbye.

He waited until the door shut and Jackie started to walk back down the short corridor towards the living room before he stood up from where he was sat.

"Alright," Jackie said to him as she came into the room, leaning against the doorway with her arms folded. "What is it?"

The Doctor made his way over to where Jackie was standing and put his hands in his pockets. He took in a deep breath before he started to speak:

"You may never be able to forgive me for what happened – and like I told you before, I don't expect that – but what I do expect is for you to know that I would never hurt Rose. Not if I can help it," the Doctor started. "Yes, I made mistakes and I know that I have sometimes, unintentionally, hurt her, but I've always tried to make it up to her once I realise," he sighed. "I'm no good at this, Jackie; at relationships or anything like that, but I want you to know that for Rose I'd do anything. And I promise you, like I promised you before, that I will keep her as safe as I can. Yes, sometimes it can be dangerous – you've seen that for yourself – but I would give my life if it meant saving her. I can't change what happened – and believe me, I would if I could – but I promise you, Jackie, that I won't leave her behind, not again – not that I ever meant to in the first place – but I promise it won't happen again. I can't bear to lose her."

Jackie looked at him carefully and found that there was nothing that told her he was in any way insincere. She sighed, looking down briefly before looking him in the eye. "I know, and I know that you'll keep her safe," she told him. "I guess there's nothing else left to be said now," she moved out of the way of the door and nodded down the corridor. "Go on, you might as well go; Rose'll be wondering where you've got to."

"Thanks Jackie," the Doctor told her before he made his way to the front door and gently pulling it open.

"Oh, Doctor," Jackie called.


"Just one more thing,"

"What is it?" The Doctor asked, trying to hide the worry in his voice.

"Promise me you'll tell her how you feel,"

"About what?" He asked.

"Don't act like you don't know," Jackie told him, but realised she would have to tell him anyway. "Promise me you'll tell her how you feel about her," she clarified.

The Doctor was silent for a moment, looking down at his converse before looking back up at Jackie with a small smile.

"I don't think words can even begin to cover it," he told her, before giving her one last look as he shut the door behind him.

Jackie watched him as he did so and mumbled something about stupid aliens before heading back into the kitchen for another cuppa.


Arriving back at the TARDIS not long later, the Doctor found that the console room was empty. Deciding that he wouldn't go and bother Rose right now, thinking it best if he let her unpack on her own for a bit (not that she had packed all that much up in the first place), he let himself fall down onto the jump seat behind him, sighing heavily.

He's tired, both physically and emotionally. The last few days have been hell and he knew that it was still far from over. Sure, the main issues had mostly be dealt with and everything was more or less out in the open, but the Doctor knew that there was still a fair way to go before things were completely sorted. It was a case now of doing what felt right when it felt right, he assumed. Right now, however, he'd rather just sleep somewhere quiet and try to take his mind off the events of the last few days for as long as possible. He's not running away, he knows that he can't do that now, not after everything that's been said and done, but he's tired. Very tired.

Though he's still desperate to sort things out with Rose as soon as possible.

He knew the longer he left it, the harder it would be for him to come back to it. He'd all but said the words he needed to – she knows he loves her – but like he told Jackie, he didn't think there were words to describe his feelings. At least not in English. He knew that there was one word which held everything in it, but there was no way there were anywhere near that stage yet and that was suggesting that they make it there in the first place. No, that one word will have to stay hidden for now, but he knew there was a high possibility that one day he would feel able to tell her; just not right now.

Sighing again, the Doctor rubbed his face with his hands and let his mind wander over the last few days and how everything has changed. Despite how tired he was and how stressful this time has been, the Doctor couldn't help but allow himself to smile slightly when he realised that this is one of the first times in his long life that something has seemed so remotely normal and he wished it could be as simple as that; wished that the circumstances had been different and had allowed for it.

He was in the middle of his thoughts when Rose came back into the console room. He was so engrained in his own mind that he didn't notice her at first, but once he sensed that he was no longer alone, he turned around to face her.

She looked nervous and he could tell that she was hiding something in her hands, if the way he kept them behind her back was anything to go by.

"Hi," she said quietly, trying her best to look right at him, but finding it hard to maintain eye contact.

"Hey," he said in return, giving her a small smile. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she said, though it was unconvincing to say the least.

Sitting up properly and turning to face her fully, the Doctor continued to look at her, worry evident in his features.

"Rose, what is it? What's wrong?" He asked gently.

Rose stayed quiet for a moment, clearly trying to work out how she was going to go about saying what it was she wanted to say. But after a few seconds she finally took in a breath and started to speak:

"You can say no, but there was something I wanted to ask you," she started, stalling a little to build up more courage.

"What is it?" the Doctor repeated, trying not to worry about where this could lead to.

Rose sighed and brought her arms back around to the front of her body, allowing the Doctor to be able to see what it she had been hiding from him. In her hands she held what looked like a photograph. From the angle he was sat at he could say for definite which one she was holding, but he had a pretty good idea.

"Rose?" he prompted when she still said nothing.

"I know that it seems a bit domestic and all, and I know that's not really your thing, but I was wondering if we could keep this in here. I dunno, put it on the scanner or something? Or on the ridge above? I just think it would be good to keep it where we can both see it," she sighed and avoided the Doctor's gaze. "Sound's stupid, I know."

Without saying a word, the Doctor stood up so he was facing her and looked down at the photograph she was holding. It was the one he had expected; the one of the two of them that he had found that had sparked this whole thing off.

Smiling, he took the photograph from her and gently slotted it where the metal surround met the screen of the scanner.

"I'll find a proper place for it later," the Doctor said smiling as Rose looked up at him in astonishment. Although she'd hoped, she hadn't expected him to what to put it up in here, thinking that he would come up some kind of excuse which would probably have included the word 'domestic' in there somewhere.

"You sure?" She asked, feeling shy all of a sudden.

The Doctor looked at her and gently took hold of her upper arms so she could see how serious he was. "Yes Rose, I'm sure," he smiled at her and before she had the chance to register what was happening, she felt the Doctor place his lips gently upon hers.

Shocked and at first a little confused, it took Rose a moment to realise that it was in fact the Doctor who was kissing her and that she hadn't yet responded in any way. In order to rectify things, she soon started to kiss him back, gently at first. It wasn't long, however, before her arms found their way around his neck, bringing him closer to her as his hands wandered down from her shoulders, finding purchase on hips.

She was just about to open her mouth to him, deepening the kiss further, when she felt the Doctor start to gently pull back, resting his forehead on hers.

"What was that for?" she asked breathlessly.

The Doctor smiled at her and pressed a kiss to her forehead quickly before looking back down at her. "You know what," was all he said.

Rose smiled back at him, properly, for the first time in over three days. "Yeah, I do," she said simply before pulling him back down and pressing their lips together for a second time.

It's this second kiss that tells the Doctor that things are going to be alright between them. All his worries that he still had, even leading up to this moment, about whether or not they would be able to move on from this are eradicated, leaving him thoughtless for the first time in days. And just before he finds himself unable to think coherently for a while, the Doctor let's himself marvel over the fact that, for once, after nearly nine-hundred years, the universe had decided to do this one thing for him and he would be damned if he was to ever let it slip from his grasp before its time.

At the same time, Rose allowed herself one last thought upon the subject before letting it slip to the back of her mind where it would stay at least until tomorrow. Her thought was this:

Sometimes, even the most shocking of revelations can have the happiest of endings.