Untitled - TARDIS Big Bang

"Not at all," he agreed.
"And you didn't spoil anything," she added.
"So you say."
"And anyway, I'd much rather spend the night in," she concluded, passing him a box of pizza. "Just you
and me and the junk food."
The Doctor raised at eyebrow at her as he took the box. "A disk of bread, a jug of wine, and thou?"
"Sounds about right." Speaking of the wine—she poured a glass for each of them from one of the bottles
Ianto had already opened, and passed the Doctor his. "To home," she said.
He looked around again, like he was just now seeing the place properly with all their well-wishers gone.
"To home," he said, and he sounded a little uncertain, but he clicked his glass to hers and drank it down
anyway.
Chapter 4
They spent the rest of the evening slouching around the flat, migrating from couch to chair, sprawled on
the floor or hunched over the kitchen table, not doing much of anything. Rose started work on her
report to Torchwood in a desultory fashion; it was hard to put her thoughts together, even though the
whole fiasco had ended barely forty-eight hours ago. Or perhaps that was why it was so hard. Far easier
to let the Doctor distract her, which he was more than capable of doing, especially once he found her
photo albums—the ones Jackie had put together from all the pictures on Rose's hard drive in a sort of
protest against technology. After the third or fourth time he tugged on her sleeve or foot or hair to ask
about this picture or that person, she set her laptop aside and curled up next to him on the rug, pizza in
one hand and wine in the other, spilling out stories and memories and more than a few of the long
lonely stretches in between.
He told her a bit about Martha, then, and Jack and the Master and the end of the world. He told her
about somebody named Astrid who had saved his life, and about Donna—lots of bits about Donna, and
he sounded sad while he did it, but Rose couldn't figure out why.
"I'm glad you haven't been alone," she said, leaning her head on his shoulder.
He looked down at her, eyebrows knit. "You are?"
"Well, I mean, I'm also totally jealous," she said, "but...you do need people around you, Doctor." She
thought of Donna's parallel world and he heart tightened up at knowing just how much he needed
people. "You need people, and I'm glad you had good ones."
"What about you?" he asked. "Looks like you've got yourself some faithful companions as well."
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