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[thatsortofman]

The TARDIS has come to rest in London again. Modern-day is a relative thing, all time is a relative thing, but it's the general period that he's come to think of as a baseline for most of his travel along Earth's timeline. It's the time of Martha and Donna and Torchwood. It would be the time of Rose, if any of the time in this reality belonged to her anymore.

As always, even the thought of the blond sends something of an ache that echoes through both his hearts, the bittersweet knowledge that she's safe and alive and living a life that he'll never get to even glimpse. Out of his reach, but at least alive. That has to be comfort enough.

He does his best to slip the memories. It's a lovely day, the sort of spring day that are a rarity in London -- no rain, no chill. Just a warm, gentle sort of sun that casts the park he's sitting in in dappled light through leaf-laden trees. Nearby the TARDIS is parked in the shadow of a towering oak tree, countless pairs of human eyes glossing over the thing-that-shouldn't-be-there without looking twice.

The Doctor has commandeered a bench. Commandeered. That did make it sound official. Mostly he's just taking up more than his fair share of it. He's trying to look thoroughly casual -- as if a man in a suit and a coat, all on his own, belongs in a sunny park on a Saturday. His sonic is in one hand, occasionally flipping on in what looks like a fidget but is in fact his best attempt at subtlety. The TARDIS had picked up something strange in this area, in this time, and he is determined to find out what. It had barely registered on his instruments to begin with, defying measurement and isn't that a puzzle. He can't pass up that sort of mystery.

So he's looking. He doesn't know what he's expecting to find, but no matter what his imagination might have cooked up, it's nowhere near what's waiting for him.

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[galaxys]

She's almost surprised when he kisses her back, still half expecting him to bolt, all long nervous limbs and energy. But he doesn't, he holds her like she's everything and she feels the same way for him. Rose Tyler and the Doctor in the TARDIS again, where they both belong, where she's always wanted to be. Rose makes a soft little sound against his mouth, one hand shifting up into the back of his hair, holding him gently as she leans back to get a better look at him again, cheeks flushed, eyes dark, all very human.

"Blimey..." she breathes out, mouth tingling, blinking slowly up at him. "I've been waiting a long time for that." A pause, a little cheeky now, half smiling. "Have you?"

[thatsortofman]

All very human and all the sort of beautiful that should be classified as a dangerous weapon across multiple galaxies -- all the more when she talks, when she smiles. He feels himself grinning despite himself, looking upward for a moment as though he's considering, thoughtful.

"Oh... well. You know you're not supposed to kiss and tell, isn't that what they say?" he teases back, even if that is in no way at all how that saying is meant to work. His expression softens, and he lifts a hand to brush back some of that blonde hair, fingertips lingering along her cheekbone softly.

"Too long, I think."

[galaxys]

That surprises her a little as well, although she feels even more reassured when he smiles at her like that, when he touches her hair and her face. Perhaps absence really does make the heart grow fonder-- the Doctor is usually wordy in nearly everything except in regards to himself, and Rose has spent a lot of her time traveling with him trying to parse what he's thinking, how he's feeling, what's going on in that 900 year old brain.

But now he lets her see it plainly, tells her so, I love yous exchanged and it's almost more than she'd ever expected but everything she's wanted. She smiles back at him, radiant and adoring and leans back in to hug him tightly, arms curled around his neck, tucking her face into his shoulder. "I feel like I'm home when I'm with you. I don't want to lose that again. I don't want to lose you, Doctor."

[thatsortofman]

He's spent a lot of time with these words in particular, with the missed chance to speak them, when they'd faded away from one another, already worlds away. The Doctor has turned them over and over in his mind again and again since then, wondering if speaking them would have made things worse. Wondering if it would have helped. In the end, he'd settled on not wanting to miss the chance this time around.

Summoning up another smile, he tightens his arms around her in a proper hug. "Then, welcome home, Rose Tyler." He steps back now, far enough that he can lean back against the edge of the console. "You remember the place, yeah? Don't need to give you directions to the loo again?" He can't keep the grin from his face despite his best attempts.

His expression sobers in the next moment, however. "We are going to need to figure out how you're here. What brought you here, and what drew the TARDIS in. Too much for a coincidence, don't you think? And more than that..." a pause, and he looks at her, dark eyes full of so many things that don't even have proper words, "...I need to make sure it won't go and reverse itself." He doesn't want to lose her again.