Well, this is it, the last chapter. I told you I'd stop on an even number :) I've loved writing this, it's good to get all those Tentwo/Rose feelings out.

"Well, go on then," the Doctor said after a moment, lifting their clasped hands into his lap and examining her fingers in an attempt at nonchalance that did not fool Rose for a second. "I presume you feel the same way I do about what I said, otherwise that whole jumping on me thing just confused me about your motives, Rose Tyler."

Rose grinned as she always did when he said her name in this way, stretching it out a little as though just being able to say it to her was something that made him feel exceedingly happy. "Yep, definitely agreed with that," was her only reply, smiling a smile that was almost shy as she watched him study her hand, entwined as it was with his own.

"So, well it's..." Rose stopped and started again – if she didn't start this right then she wasn't going to be able to continue to the end. "Well we both know that you love me and I love you, and we want to be together. Forever, yeah, just like we always used to say."

The Doctor smiled at this, lifting his eyes for a moment to look at her, remembering all the times she had reminded him of how long she wanted to stay with him. "But before, we were in love but we were never really...together, you know? It didn't really matter then I suppose, but now we're on Earth and we've got forever and it does, I guess." Rose gulped and tried to sort the next part in her head – it made sense in there, she wanted to make sure it did when it came out of her mouth.

"We can't keep on having that thing that we had on the TARDIS. Because, as much as I loved that, being together with a person that you love means more than holding hands and hugging." The Doctor raised an eyebrow at this, looking up at her in such a way that Rose was halfway between laughing at him and kissing him (I swear this must be the human in him, she thought as she regained her composure, he was always flirty before, but this sort of stuff – he was never very clear about his policies on..dancing.) "Not just that," she reminded him, a smile shining on her face for a moment, before she stared down at her knees again – it seemed easier to do this without looking at him.

"I mean all those normal things – you know, sharing a flat, having a job, cooking food and going out and getting ma-. Well, doing all those normal domestic things, God, if the old you could hear me saying this he'd have a fit. The Doctor being domestic! Hell would freeze over first!"

They both laughed at this, voices mingling together as they remembered how they used to be back then. Both of them had changed so much (one much more physically than the other), and the idea of "Old Big Ears," as the Doctor affectionately called him, being tied down with a flat and a job was really a very amusing one.

"Don't think it's going to be boring," Rose continued, leaning her head on his shoulder as she talked, "I mean, we'll both still be at Torchwood, and there'll be aliens and invasions and loads of running and we'll probably end up in loads of different parts of the world but...that sort of stuff, it's just not as important as us being together."

The Doctor looked as though he thought that she was downplaying the excitement of running away from killer aliens, so Rose qualified her last statement before he had time to protest. "Look, Doctor, I've had a life with you, and I've had a life with aliens and running and invasions without you, so I know what I'm talking about. I would rather have you than have all the adventures in the world, although knowing you all the adventures in the word will be arriving on our doorstep – you do seem to attract a hell of a lot of trouble."

"Oi, what about you, Miss Jeopardy Friendly!" the Doctor retorted, elbowing her in the side as she giggled.

"Yeah OK, maybe some of that's my fault. But do you understand, Doctor? You know what I mean, don't you?"

The Doctor stared at her face. She was biting her lip, and she had taken her hand back from his, twisting her fingers in her lap as she waited for his answer. "Rose," he almost whispered, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against him, "you know that I am not just going to go gallivanting off everywhere and not bother with any of this other stuff. You know I don't know much about living like a proper human, but that doesn't mean that I'm not going to learn it, that I'm not going to live it all with you. We've got the Torchwood work to give us our fill of excitement, but I want all that other stuff too. Of course I do, how could I not want it, now I've finally got the chance to live a life like this?"

Rose smiled, relief and joy flooding through her, and she kissed him and hugged him and clung so tightly that it seemed to the Doctor there was no way she was ever going to let go this time. But he returned her hug with equal force, and somehow they found themselves lying side by side on the sofa. The Doctor held Rose in his arms and sighed, knowing that more words were not needed at this point in time. They both knew what the other wanted – it appeared that the "talking thing" could actually work wonders if you bothered to give it a go.

So there they lay, cuddled together on Rose's sofa, arms and legs tangled together. It occurred to Rose's sleepy mind that one turn would cause both of them to fall off the sofa in a disgruntled, sleepy heap but, as always, logic could not make any impression on her at that time – sleep and happiness had taken her over, and logic had no place in such a wonderful moment.

Being able to actually spend a life with the Doctor had always seemed too good to be true, at least, it had after she had stopped being angry at him for leaving her there. But this was even better – she knew that this was what she wanted (not the lying on the sofa bit, the bed was really much more comfortable), being together with the Doctor. Growing up and growing old together, having the best bits of both of their worlds, living the adventure that the Doctor had once said he could never have.

She rubbed her cheek on his pyjama top, her head finding a comfortable pillow on his chest, and his fingers pulled through her tangled hair as each got used to the feeling of the other being a part of them. The sun was just beginning to think about rising outside, the sky was just beginning to turn from deep midnight blue to a paler navy colour, fading into light blue-grey as the pair drifted gently into unconsciousness.

At least until the Doctor flung his arm over Rose's back, rolling to his left and over-balancing them. A loud thump and a confused cry of pain echoed through the flat, and the Doctor just had enough sense to prop himself up on his elbows to avoid crushing Rose to death. She wasn't weak by any standards, but even a skinny half human-Time Lord can hurt when he lands on your chest.

Rose groaned, eyes flickering half open, looking so sleepy and confused that the Doctor would have sworn she was still dreaming, had she not immediately began to speak to him.

"Look Doctor, this is fun and all, but if I am sleep-deprived tomorrow then you are going to bear the brunt of it, understood?"

"Yes ma'am." The Doctor shifted his weight onto one arm to give Rose a quick salute, before deftly jumping off her and scooping her up into his arms.

"What? What are you doing, what?!" The Doctor grinned that infuriatingly smug grin at her, clearly taking pleasure in her sleepy confusion.

"What, were you going to sleep on the floor all night? Come on, we're going to bed." And he carried her across the room, into the bedroom that, he supposed, really belonged to both of them now. He placed her down carefully on the bed, not even bothering to get up and shut the door as he lay down beside her, curling himself around her and pulling the blankets up over them both in one swift movement.

He had not felt so contented since they had arrived in this world, and the Doctor knew that it was all because of Rose. He could feel her presence in his mind, contented and full of love, and he rejoiced in the fact that his head no longer felt like an empty cave.

Knowing that he would never again feel alone in his own head, the Doctor slept better than he could ever remember sleeping, keeping Rose close beside him even while unconscious. Rose awoke late the next morning with the Doctor's arms wrapped firmly around her, his head resting on her shoulder as he slept.

She smiled at his sleeping face, slipped out of bed and got a drink before climbing back in beside him. Rose snuggled back down into her pillow, ready for a bit more much needed sleep, turning her head towards the Doctor and staring at his face as he slept. She reached over, found his arms and wrapped them around her again, comforting and warm and safe like they always were. Like they always would be, from now on. The Doctor and Rose had finally found each other, and it appeared as though neither of them were ever going to let go of each other again.

The End.

And finished! I hope you liked it. Hoping to start another multi-chapter story soon, I tend to just write oneshots but I enjoyed this one so much I really want to write more! Thanks for reading, and thanks for the reviews - I love you all!