A/N: Final chapter, guys :) This takes place a decade after the last one…
Timothy ran a comb through his ginger hair, flattening it slightly. Sighing, he realised that it was probably the tidiest he could get it, he adjusted his tie. This was it. The one thing that could make or break the rest of his life. Taking a deep breath, he left his bedroom, hurrying down the stairs.
"Are you off now?" Amy called from the kitchen.
"Yeah, Mum. Not sure what time I'll be back, don't wait up," he called back as he grabbed his suit jacket.
Grabbing his keys, he headed out the front door and unlocked his car, a blue Clio. His parents had bought it for him for his eighteenth birthday just over a year ago, and he loved it to pieces. Making sure he had everything, Tim climbed into his car and set off to pick Rose up.
"Jack!" Rose squealed, virtually propelling herself at the man.
Jack laughed and hugged her tight.
"How are you doing, Rose?" he asked with a grin "And I must say you're looking particularly lovely tonight!"
"Stop it!" the Doctor groused as he locked his car.
"What? I was just saying hello!" Jack replied.
The two men simultaneously grinned, and Jack reluctantly let Rose go to hug Timothy.
"Tim! Good to see you again," Jack announced, hugging his friend of a decade.
"And you," the Doctor answered "I don't suppose you've seen the others yet?"
"Donna's already inside with Sarah Jane," Jack explained "and Martha's on her way."
Timothy nodded, and the trio headed inside. They tried to do this at least once every few months; the group of friends would meet up for an evening out, have a meal and a chat. Of course, the girls saw it as a chance to dress up, and Jack certainly wasn't complaining. Tonight, however, was the one time both men had worn suits. Because tonight was going to be very, very special.
"I'm working at Henricks now," Rose explained, wrinkling her nose slightly "it's not great, but it's money at the end of the day."
Donna nodded in understanding. Like the eighteen year old, she was stuck in a job she hated, as Donna was a temp. Sarah Jane, of course, was working hard to become a journalist, and Martha was in medical school. Jack had gone into some kind of Government job that he couldn't really speak about, and Timothy was still torn between becoming a teacher and becoming a doctor. He'd even toyed with the idea of becoming a nurse like his adopted father.
"Who's for another round?" Jack announced suddenly, grinning as he stood up.
Everyone quickly agreed, and Jack wandered off to the bar, dragging Timothy after him.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked his friend.
"Err, how about the right moment?" Timothy suggested "Jack, I can't just announce it in the middle of the restaurant!"
"Sure you can!" Jack replied, pausing momentarily to give the barman his order "Just come out with it! We're all in suspense here!"
Timothy sighed and glanced back over at the table where Rose was laughing and chatting with the rest of the girls.
"I can't really get down on one knee here, though, can I?" he asked with a sigh.
"Of course you can, Tim," Jack answered quickly as he handed the money for the drinks over "just do it! And for god's sake, don't make a fuss about getting your trousers dirty!"
"It's a new suit!" Tim muttered as they headed back over to the table with the drinks.
As Tim slid into his seat beside Rose, he glanced at her, then at Jack, who nodded reassuringly.
"I…I have something I want to say," Timothy piped up suddenly.
Rose looked shocked while everyone else smirked, and Tim was vaguely aware that Jack must have told the others what he was planning.
"Rose," Timothy began, turning to face her, one hand discreetly reaching into his pocket "we've known each other for a decade now, and we're the very, very best of friends. We've been dating for four years now, and I think it's safe to say we'll be together forever. You never gave up on me when I was ill, you talked to me and treated me like a normal kid. You're not at all phased by all the headaches and stuff that I have because of the meningitis…I suppose what I'm saying is, I love you so much for all of that, so much that I can't even begin to explain. But I can show you. And I can continue to show you for the rest of our lives. So," Timothy stood quickly before getting down on one knee, pulling the ring box out of his pocket and opening it "Rose Marion Tyler, will you marry me?"
"Mum? Dad?" Timothy called as he entered the house, dragging Rose behind him.
"Timothy, shush!" Rose giggled, grinning at him "It's one in the morning!"
However, even as she spoke, the sound of a light being switched on and a door opening could be heard, and soon Rory and Amelia were coming downstairs, both bundled in their dressing gowns.
"Timothy," Amy told her son tiredly "you told us not to wait up. Why are you waking us?"
"I know, I know, I'm sorry," Timothy told them hurriedly, wrapping his arm around Rose's waist and tugging her closer "but I couldn't wait to tell you."
Rory frowned, looking at his nineteen year old son in confusion.
"Earlier tonight," Timothy continued, grinning "we went out for a meal with Donna, Martha, Jack and Sarah Jane, yeah?"
"Yeah…" Rory nodded warily.
"Well, while we were at the meal, I proposed to Rose." Timothy told them, watching his parents carefully.
Amy's eyes widened with delight and she looked over at Rose who was beaming.
"You said yes?" Amy asked the girl.
"I said yes!" Rose agreed, grinning.
Amy squealed, and hurried to hug the girl, laughing. Rory quickly tugged his son in for a hug, grinning before pulling away and patting him on the back.
"Your Mum's alright with you staying here tonight?" Timothy asked, watching Rose cross the room in just one of his t-shirts.
Rose nodded, grinning.
"Yeah. It's not like it's the first time I've stayed over. And Rory and Amy are fine with it, so so's she." Rose replied "I didn't tell her about the engagement, though. We'll tell her tomorrow. Together."
Timothy nodded in agreement, holding the covers open for Rose as she slipped into bed. They lay in the darkness together for a while, curled up together in silence. Finally, however, Rose broke the silence.
"How long had you been planning to propose to me?"
"What, do you mean how long I've known I wanted to marry you, or how long since I decided to get the ring?" Timothy asked, looking at her through the gloom.
"Both." Rose replied quietly.
"I decided to get the ring a few months ago," Timothy admitted softly.
"And what about the other question?" Rose prompted.
"How long I've known I wanted to marry you?" Timothy asked.
He felt Rose nod against his chest.
"Always." He replied quietly, a soft smile on his face as he pressed a kiss into her blonde hair "From the moment I woke up in that hospital and realised you hadn't been a dream. That was the moment I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you."