for doctorsplusone: A What-if for RS Verse (AU)

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It had been twenty years.

Twenty years since they first landed in London with the communicators. Twenty years since he'd re-met his Rose. Twenty years since he'd entered this universe.

And no escape. Not yet. Oh, there was a brief reprise, five years earlier, when he'd taken one last trip back to France. But other than that, it was London. London all the time. Traveling to find clues to figure out how to save the universe, but the universe wasn't having any of that saving business.

And there he was. In London. In his silver-tree-shaped TARDIS. Alone.

Reinette had died. Five years earlier. Lived much longer than they'd expected, and as she started to wither, he and Louis took her back to France, to die in the palace. Where she wasn't supposed to die, of course. Being a non-noble. But she was loved by a King and a lonely God. That was enough of a title for them. Louis stayed in France to tend to her. To make sure her grave was not lost in their universe as it was in the one the Doctor returned to.

Suzie left far earlier. Found her own calling or some such nonsense. Or maybe she was simply tired of the domestics. Now, he was simply alone. He'd gotten used to it, by now. It had become the norm these last five years as dressing in French silks had become the norm in the three years he spent in France before coming here.

He sat in a chair outside the TARDIS, looking over new information. The neverending war against the cosmic apocalypse that seemed to never come. The sonic screwdriver twirled in one hand. A gift from Reinette to the Doctor many, many years earlier. Helped made by Ted. How long had he blamed Ted for Reinette's death? Too long, he decided.

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"Oh, still a recreational bastard, then?" She gave him a look over the rim of her cup. "Thete's doing well, I assume? 'Spect I'd have heard otherwise. And, fuck, god forbid we get into feelings. Complicates many a good relationship if you get into that feelings bollocks."

She was paraphrasing Jack and the devil-may-care grin she flashed was vintage Harkness. But she didn't expect him to notice.

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"Well, I'm a widower, now. Not much else to do but take it into a full-time basis," the Doctor replied just as easily.

"He married. Bloody annoying ginger woman named Donna. Eventually died. Regenerated into a slightly less excitable version of my other self. And yes, feelings are rather irritating."

He failed to notice that the grin was Harkness-vintage, but instead noticed that it wasn't classic-Rose.

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"As long as he's alright."

She'd met Donna, and found she wasn't shocked by their apparently deepened relationship. Good for Thete -- he'd always seemed the marrying type. She herself had shied away from the idea of being "Mrs. The Doctor" with an excuse of respecting Gallifreyan tradtion. Truth was, she'd have had no idea what to do with a Doctor as a bloody husband. The Doctor was sort of the opposite of a husband, really.

"Well," she said, looking around with a sigh. This really wasn't going to get any easier, was it?

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He needed something to do. Even after all these years, he couldn't stay still in one place too long. He moved to his feet and snatched up his cane. Maybe he could tinker with the TARDIS while they half-talked...

She came back for him. The realization hit him like a slap. He stopped and turned to look at her. Back for him, and he'd managed to be a complete bastard to her the entire time. Well, at least he was the man she remembered.

"I have something for you," he said, and he offered her his hand.

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"Do you?" An arched brow. Who knew what that could be?

Rose took his hand: as great a leap of faith as the first time she'd done so.

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He helped her up and led her down the hallways. The TARDIS's walls had changed since she'd last been in here, the decor was less black and more browns, following the Doctor's personality as opposed to the Rani's. In a century or so, it would be almost entirely his, only a remnant of the previous owner remaining.

Not the bedroom he lived in with Reinette, no, that one was left sterile and locked up. This one was large and paneled in wood with clocks along every wall. A fireplace sat unlit by his bed, and a small sidetable by the four-poster bed where he slept.

It sat on the sidetable, draped across the oak surface. The necklace he'd given to her years ago and had never been able to give back after she'd left. After nearly losing it to a Zygon many years ago, he kept it in the TARDIS, somewhere where he could easily see it.

He handed the necklace to her.

"I had the chain repaired."

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She smiled then, tender and slow and took the necklace back from him. Loving words remembered: the original giving of the necklace. Cruelty, too: the taking back of the gift. Her own bitter tears. This, too, was what she was taking back by returning to him.

Rose turned her back and lifted her hair. "Put it on me," she told him.

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He nodded and put the cane down on the bed. The necklace felt delicate and small in his hands. So many years since he'd cruelly pulled it away from her. So many times he wished he could've given it back. He'd been trapped by Saxon when she left the first time, and he...he didn't even have a chance to say goodbye. She didn't give any of them a chance to say goodbye.

He unclasped the necklace and gently placed it around her neck. His fingers easily reclasped it, though he worked with extra gentleness. He'd broken it once before, he had no doubt he could do it again.

His fingers smoothed the chain against the back of her neck, then slid down to touch her shoulders.

"I'm sorry," he said. "For what I said to you that night." It was something he'd wanted to apologize for a long, long time.

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She wasn't sure if he really meant it. If he was really sorry, if he even really remembered all that was said. She'd let the wound heal over and had long since forgotten the specific barbs and individual hurts -- but maybe he hadn't. Gallifreyans, it seemed, had long memories.

"Apology accepted." Rose lifted her hands to touch his on her shoulders. It was nice to touch him again, and she was trying to keep it uncomplicated. Truth was, now that she was back, she hadn't the foggiest what to do. She really should have thought this through more clearly. 'Track down the Doctor and take care of him' was not really a proper sort of plan by any stretch of the imagination, now, was it?

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He wasn't sure what he was expecting when he finally apologized, finally gave her back her necklace. Something inside him to be fixed, maybe? A part he broke back then? He didn't know for sure.

Instead, she touched his hands and it felt all right. Which was something, for him. He hadn't even been 'all right' in a long time.

"I wish I hadn't chased you off. Probably could've saved the universe by now."

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She turned in his arms and held him tight and hard and didn't let go for a long time.

"Chased me off? Don't flatter yourself!" Huge, pure-Rose grin. "I did what I had to do and you should be proud of that instead of mourning it. Universe is always going to need saving, you know?"

She hadn't let go.

At her throat, the necklace felt simultaneously foreign and familiar, and she wasn't quite sure what its return truly meant. She'd take it a day at time, though. Step by step.

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Rose there, in his arms, felt foreign and familiar. He hadn't touched or held anyone in five years, at least. Grown a brand-new shell that fit only one.

He pressed a kiss to her hair.

"Yeah, but not like this. Not this state-of-emergency." He smiled, a small but very genuine smirk. "And I've been thinking it's my fault for long enough, Rose. Don't think you're changing my mind on that."

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"Suit yourself," she returned, poking him lightly in the ribs -- remembering exactly where his ticklish spot was. This was home, it really was, in spite of everything else before, since or during.

"You always did have a martyr complex."

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"Just a bit. But I look good all bloodied and smacked around."

He smoothed down her hair with one hand and pressed another kiss, this one to the side of her mouth. Not quite as quickly as she had, before.

"The TARDIS has been empty too long," he said, quietly. "I'm glad you're back."

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"It's good to be home," Rose said. A wry lift of the corner of her mouth into a half-smile. "I think."

Then, quick as you like, she stole a proper kiss. Two could play that game.

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"You think? Oh, it's the bastard-as-an-occupation, isn't it? Puts everyone off at first."

They were very close, now. Embracing, and she'd kissed him...and it was as if the sexual tension they'd worked up from before hadn't really left. This was their second hiatus from each other and he still couldn't possibly behave.

He cupped the side of her cheek and leaned in close, just brushing her mouth with his.

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"Occupation, hm?" she murmured against his lips. "I remember when it was just a hobby." Impish, testing him -- testing them both -- she nipped his lower lip, and smirked at the flash in his dark eyes.

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"Full-time. Haven't much else to do while we wait for the universe to sort itself out."

She nipped at his lower lip and he didn't hesitate to kiss her. Deeply, something just short of desperately. Yep, not much had changed. New time, new situation, same Doctor and Rose.

That constant felt good, actually.

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All her good intentions of 'just friends', 'being supportive' and remaining 'over him' flew right out the bloody window. Well, the door. The TARDIS didn't really have windows as such.

He felt exactly as she remembered -- strong, wiry, a little too thin to be cuddly, and slightly dangerous.

"I'll have to keep you in line, then," Rose breathed, post-kiss. Or pre-second-kiss, depending on how you looked at it. In the kissing gap, at least.

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"Well, you're exceptionally good at that, you know." The hand that cupped her face tangled in her hair as he kissed her again. The hand that held his cane let it fall to the side so he could wrap an arm around her waist.

She felt the same. Warm, soft but unbending, and aching of what he shouldn't have, even as a lonely widower.

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She caught the cane automatically, steadying it against the counter to save it from clattering down to the floor. It was as if she'd been doing it for years, and maybe she had. Maybe not literally that, but catching what he dropped and might need and keeping it safe...

It was a good kiss, but when she was done, she nuzzled him gently and pulled back. "Someone's got to keep you in line, don't they? I do what I can."

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She caught the cane as if it were nothing. Another vice of his she took care of. Bloody woman, waltzing in and trying to make things right.

He didn't cling to her as she pulled back, though he thought about it. Begging her not to leave, though the immaturity in that act would've been incredible, and she was at least pulling away maturely. He could do the same.

"Where are you staying, while you're here?" He could only assume that at some point she'd be going back. "Figured I'd offer you a room here before Thete tries to catch you first."

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"That an offer, Gorgeous?" Big, flirty mega-watt grin and wicked little purr -- out, before she could even think better of it.

Oops.

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Her flirty grin was returned with a wide grin of his own. He hadn't grinned like that in a long time. Nearly five years, actually. It felt like an old friend he'd missed.

"Well, you know. Big old TARDIS, never been very good at taking care of places myself. Got a vacancy for tea-lady, but seeing as you have no tea-lady experience..."

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The reply on the tip of her tongue was absolute proof she'd been around Jack Harkness for too bloody long. 'Pay her way in sexual favours' indeed.

She just laughed, ducking her head and not saying anything for fear of that coming out of her mouth.

(It was good to see him smile.)