Man, I'm on a roll this weekend! Ironic considering this is my weekend that is supposed to be full of study..but I can't help it...I really wanted to get this story finished...

Thanks to all those who reviewed the last chapter: ZackAttack96, happyeverafter72, EleventhdocAmy, my completely anonymous reviewer, Caligo Origuu, SuperFunkyGirl1, AngelsOnTheMoon98, prettygal456, Spirit-of-the-Rain, readandwrite4evernever20, and Mrs. 11th.

Also, thank you to everyone who has reviewed this story at any time, it means a lot, though obviously my regulars get a lot more credit.

So, this epilogue comes in three parts...firstly an angsty/hurt/comfort part, then an all dialogue (it's a format I like to play with occasionally) bit of banter and flirting, then a nice fluffy ending.

Enjoy!

Romana came out of the wardrobe, laughing at herself, as she had found her old white scarf of abnormal length, and had draped it around her neck in replacement for the one she had found on Earth. Hopefully the Doctor would like it.

After searching for him for some time, she found him in the library, bent over something. She leant over and draped the scarf over his shoulders, looping her arms loosely around his neck before resting her chin on his shoulder.

"What are you doing, Doctor?" She asked, and he didn't look up, he merely sighed.

"Just some visual records from the TARDIS…all the Time Lords that are gone." He replied, spreading out the pictures for her to see. There was one of an old man dressed as a monk on a cliff, and after him followed many others, some that Romana knew, most that she did not.

"Flavia," Romana murmured when she saw the older woman with greying golden hair piled on her head come up in a photo. "I took the Presidency from her…"

"I met her a couple of times…funny how you never miss people like her until they are gone." The Doctor said slowly, his voice incredibly solemn. The next picture was of people that Romana recognised: The Master and the Rani.

"Those two are trouble, especially when together…but I understand what you mean, Doctor, I find myself missing them regardless…" Romana muttered, and one of his hands travelled up to touch one of hers.

"I've been alone for so long," He whispered, staring ahead at nothing. Romana bit her lip and came to pull up a chair next to him, forcing him to look at her, and she was surprised to see tears welling in his eyes. She'd only seen the Doctor cry once before; when they had both watched Leela being killed in the Time War. But this time was somewhat different.

He sniffed loudly, furiously wiping at his eyes with embarrassment, but she caught his hands and held them in hers while looking at him directly in the eyes.

"Doctor," She said quietly, "You're not alone any more, you opened my eyes and I'm here." She tried to smile, her eyes imploring him to see how much she cared.

He bravely smiled, but it soon faltered, and just as he once again became very forlorn, he stood up and pulled her out of her chair, hugging her so tightly that she couldn't breathe, so vigorously that her feet were lifted off the ground (she was over half a foot shorter than him). His body shook with some kind of emotion as he clutched at her desperately, pressing every inch of her to him.

"Half of me still thinks that I'm dreaming, that you can't be real," He said desperately, pressing his nose into her hair and smelling that so very real smell of Gallifrey, the smell of the musky air and of the double rays of sunlight that fell on the ground.

Romana looked him in the eyes, staring down at him because he had lifted her so high in his hug. "Could you dream this?" She whispered, and lowered her mouth to his, pressing the gentle kiss to his surprised lips before pulling away and again finding herself lost in his bottomless green eyes. He slowly put her down, and stared at her for a while before giving her a gentle smile.

"No," He said quietly, sincerity filling his voice, "I could never dream of that."

She opened her mouth to say something but he covered it with his hand, then used his other to brush hair back from her face as he solemnly lent forward and pressed a slow, intense kiss to her forehead. His hand left her mouth and took her hand instead. When he pulled away, he didn't look any less awed by her.

"Don't ever leave me," He whispered, face inches from hers. She shook her head quickly.

"I wouldn't dream of it," She replied, and he smiled before taking her by the hand and leading her through the TARDIS, trying to think of something to distract her enough so that when he mentioned that he had jettisoned her bedroom, she wouldn't try to physically assault him. Because she wasn't going to be happy.

Ten minutes later, sure enough, an furious yell echoed through the corridors.

"You did what to my room?"

"I'm not sure about this new hair colour, Doctor…I quite liked brown you know, but this isn't exactly brown…sometimes it looks brown, sometimes it looks blonde!"

"At least you weren't ginger."

"What's wrong with ginger?"

"Well, I want to be ginger, so if you were ginger, then I would have to be jealous, which is not a good thing."

"Oh…okay. Why do you want to be ginger, anyway?"

"Because I've never been ginger, so I want to be ginger!"

"So the classic case of wanting what you can't or haven't had, then?"

"No, it's just that…gingers are cool! Gingers like Vislor Turlough, Melanie Bush, Grace Holloway, Donna Noble and Amy Pond! They're all cool!"

"I see."

"I'm not sure that you do, because gingers aren't just cool, gingers are sexy. You know what, I think I've changed my mind."

"About what?"

"Let's just say that I'd like you to take that as a hint, if you, uh, don't mind."

"A hint?"

"For your next regeneration."

"Ah. Gingers are sexy…I'll remember that."

"Good."

Romana lay in the Doctor's bed happily, watching him rush around with his sonic looking like an idiot, wearing nothing but pajama bottoms. She merely laughed.

"Doctor, stop doing that and come in here with me! It is your bed, after all." She said, and he stopped in his action, looking at her suddenly almost as if he had forgotten she was there.

"Yes, right. I'll be there soon," He said quickly, and saw that she had sat up, and his eyes immediately went to the thin silken nightie she wore with a proud smirk. He clapped his hand over his eyes awkwardly, determined not to look.

Why did she have to be so fashion conscious? Her lingerie was incredibly distracting…

Nevertheless, it worked, he soon clambered into the other side of the bed, pressing a brief kissing to her lips before pressing his body next to hers in a protective and comforting embrace. She smiled and snuggled back against him, very aware of his nose in her hair and his hand travelling down her arm and then thigh.

"So, how long are you going to stay with me?" The Doctor asked Romanadvoratrelundar, and she rotated her head up to grin at him, the most beautiful man she knew, floppy hair and big chin and all.

"If it's alright with you, I thought we could start with forever and see how it goes from there." She replied, and he traced his finger across her cheek gently.

"Sounds like a plan."

Yes, I used the line that is so holy among Rose fans...for Romana, and it's kind of a slap in the face to them considering that Romana can actually live up to it and Rose can't/didn't, so yeah, all for fun of course, but I do love being able to rub facts in Drose fans faces...dear lord, I'm a troll. XD

It's over! My first completed multi-chapter fic...it's strangely touching. I will miss it, but with my new Rani story, I think I'll be alright.

Also, keep an eye out for the eventual sequel to this, which will basically be a story of random one-shots between Eleven and Romana.

Thank you to all who have supported me throughout the story, you're all brilliant. *waves goodbye*

-MayFairy :)