[RL - Rose - Chips on a parallel universe]

[timey_wimey]

[The Doctor had set a course for Pete's World - now that it was connected to the community again, it wasn't exactly rocket science. Well, it was, but that wasn't the point. It wasn't the point, either, that he was pretty much breaking every rule that he'd set down for both himself and her the last time he'd seen Rose. Either way, he was on his way there, and no one else would be any the wiser.

Well. He thought he saw Donna give him a knowing look out of the corner of her eye when he sent the rest of the family off to go and have fun somewhere while he "looked into a small something" - but the inevitable talk could wait until later.

For now, he waited next to this universe's version of the Thames - which, he noted, seemed to be slightly cleaner than the one the London of his universe had to offer - and waited.]

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The curve of her face was flushed with a pinkish tint, something warm and alive and vibrant, but admittedly Rose wondered if she had cause to be embarrassed about her outburst. Now, though, looking back and into his eyes she knew there was nothing to be worried about. Not now, when they were here and together.

"Yeah," she said, "because even if you did argue with me that doesn't mean I'd let you win." Her eyes were glinting with amusement, but she took a couple of steps closer and touched her fingers to the back of his arm.

[timey_wimey]

"When have you ever let me win," he mock-grumbled, amusement twinkling in his own eyes. Oh yes, this was how he remembered things. Well, more or less. Well... oh, sod it. He cleared his throat slightly and nodded down the street.

"Come on then. Chips await, and I'm starving," he announced jovially, spinning the conversation once again out of uncomfortable waters. But nevertheless, almost on impulse he leaned across to slide an arm around her waist as they walked.

[rosetyler.livejournal.com]

When he pulled her in a little closer, something in Rose's chest swelled and she felt a smile creep its way up the curve of her mouth, settling into a place where chances were it wouldn't be dislodged any time soon. She turned her head and pressed her face against his neck, taking in the warm, familiar smell of him and just letting herself feel how good it was to know he was real with her again.

"Right, I bet you are," she teased back. "Been giving you a bit of a hard time, haven't I."

[timey_wimey]

"You, give me a hard time?" he said, eyes wide in apparent denial. Then he grinned. "Perish the thought!"

There was something quite wonderful about the current situation, he thought. It wasn't the feeling of capturing the past - although nostalgia did factor heavily into it all - but something else. Something for the future as well.