He squeezed her hand gently back. That was the signal that he had needed. The signal said she was okay with it. Though, his two hearts are pounding in his chest. He was indeed a very happy time lord now. He looked down grinning at there hands together. To him it mean a world, no the universe, no all time, no eternity. She was his key to making feel complete peace. Even knowing he is stuck here with his own Tardis. All the problems and troubles all seemed to be washed away for now at this moment. The people all can be crying for the Doctor and he will ignore. Rather, the Daleks can show up now and he will wave them off and say just go away. But, no, he will not do that but that’s how he felt.
What the Doctor adored about Rose was her high, free, and young spirit. The Doctor had adored Rose curiosity, her high spirit. He even enjoyed Rose’s loyal heart that had won him over zillion to trillion times and who’s counting? If Rose had a flag it will be on atop the Doctor’s Tardis on top of a mountain. Was going to say castle but his castle is his Tardis.
He had never taken Rose outside beauty. She was cute for a human. He had never admitted to her or showed his feelings in that manner. He had chosen to keep his distance but every time they had gone to another adventure that was another mile he fell for her.
The only time he was actually compliment her was when he was Nine and Nine had a special interest for Rose. He thought she was the best thing ever. Better than bananas. Nine had loved her because he was amazed how she risked her own life to save him. She saved an alien who she never knew and how many people know who are aliens- to the Doctor everyone is an alien to him. It’s a correct way to look at the universe, because when you think about it, everyone is actually an alien.
What loyal companion she had made? And still today Rose had shown that loyal to him. He could never trade that. He will be glad to die for any day. And what he knows he will die for her and she will die for him and for humanity. Oh, that should have not surfaced.
He had that guilt, sad, and sickening feeling inside. He had past visions of all people he knew. All the people who died, all the aliens he had tried to show compassion. It was a lot he saw. It was fast images reminding what sort of Time Lord he was. He was a bad storm. He heard the Daleks in his mind. You make a perfect Dalek. You’re a storm. You Doctor are exile for having and attitude that you’re playing with humanity, and the voices of all his enemies rang in his head. The screams, the crying for I am sorry but---it was only his thoughts as Ten he recalled. He had others thoughts his past incarnations. It was too much for him.
When all this had happened, he had stopped, he took a deep breath. He took a deep breath and re-pushed it all back down. Each time this happen harder it got. Some day, he will be unable to push it all back down. He will be a maniac time lord running around in his Time Ship and maybe he will want to be a god.
He closed his eyes and focus on a happy thought, “Mortgages, I guess we will need that? Snow in June? Never, it could happen. Ashes on Christmas day. Matter of fact, I can make it snow if you want it?"