Rose joined the Doctor at the console after taking a shower and changing her clothes. He glanced at her. She wore a pair of jeans similar to the other ones and a blue tank top with her trainers. Her hair hung down. God, she looked beautiful.

He shook that thought off. Now, wasn't the time for that. Not when her eyes were filled with so much sadness and loss.

"Found anything yet?" she asked.

"Not yet, but we will," he replied, giving her a smile and she gave a half hearted attempt to return it, but only managed to look even more sad, which broke his hearts.

He pulled her into a hug that she allowed, but he could tell that she still wasn't really okay. He sighed and pulled back a moment later.

"Where are we then?"

"1989."

"Started on a Sunday," she commented, fiddling with one of the levers. He glanced at her. He still didn't know exactly what she was. Not a Time Lady, but not human, not anymore. "A lot of bad stuff," she mused.

"But some good stuff too," he chimed in, but she just kept fiddling with the lever, not even glancing at him. At that moment the TARDIS filled with the sound of an old song, one he hadn't been able to listen to in a very long time. Moonlight Serenade.

Rose gave him a sideways glance and he grinned. Then he offered his hand.

"I think she's playing our song," he said. She hesitated, but he wiggled his fingers and that brought out an actual grin. She took his hand and he quickly pulled her close, nearly bumping her against him and she giggled, which made him smile. "Now, Rose Tyler," he said, gazing into her eyes, "you'll find your feet at the end of your legs, you might want to move them."

Then they were dancing, well, his version of dancing and she started laughing.

"Oh, my god, you're a rubbish dancer," she laughed.

He feigned being hurt, but it was difficult because her laugh reached into his hearts, making him want to smile more than anything. He still hadn't gotten over the fact that she was really there. Rose Tyler in the TARDIS with the Doctor. Back exactly where she belonged, where she'd always belonged.

"I'll have you know I'm an excellent dancer," he miffed.

"Not from this angle," she replied with a grin.

Then he dipped her and after he brought her back up his dancing improved. Of course, he could always dance well, he was trying to make her laugh, something he accomplished. She grinned in that way she used to. The TARDIS took that moment, of course, to interrupt them.

They raced over to the console and he brought down the monitor.

"He's been here," the Doctor said.

"When?"

"March 10th." There was camera feed, so he brought up the camera feed. They watched a fourteen year old version of Tony who looked different from the Stormcage picture and he suspected was different from the boy Rose remembered.

"'S that him?" Rose asked, watching the boy who had burst through a door into what appeared to be some sort of lab.

"Yes."

Tony trained a blaster on the nearest scientist and fired. Rose gasped. Then he shot another and another.

"How old is he?"

"Fourteen."

A tear slid down her cheek. Nine years. This was her son nine years later. She wanted to look away, but she couldn't. It was like watching a car accident.

The Doctor watched the boy…his son. There were emotions, but he pushed them down. What was Tony after? When everyone was dead or dying the boy walked over to one of the bodies, took a set of keys from the man's pocket, and walked over to a cabinet, unlocking it. Then he picked up a vial, gazed at it a moment, and then stuffed it in his pocket. He left without glancing back.

The Doctor typed on the keypad, accessing the files.

"What're you doing?" she asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Finding out exactly what he took," the Doctor replied.

Then he glanced at the monitor.

"What was it?"

"I…I don't know. It says unknown." There was only one way to find out. He typed the coordinates and date in. Then he glanced at her. "Guess we'll have to find out."

Then he pulled the lever for the time rotor.

"I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home!" Tony yelled banging his little fists against the door.

Hedra glanced at him through the monitor. She hoped he would've settled down by now, he'd been doing that for nearly ten minutes. This was why she never had children, annoying little things. She eyed the man sitting at the desk. She didn't catch his name as he was unimportant.

"Can't you do something about that?" she snapped.

He just stared at her fearfully. She rolled her eyes.

"I'll do it myself," she continued, pressing a button.

Tony's hands hurt from banging on the metal door, but he didn't care. Then he heard a sound. A scary sound, like snakes. It was a hissing sound and was coming from everywhere. He turned and ran back to his bed, pulling the blanket over his head, but it was still there. He could still hear the snake sound. Were there snakes?

His eyes grew heavy and he yawned. He blinked and found it was too hard to open his eyes. Then he was asleep.

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