“Rose, where are we going?”
She rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time, tugging him along. “for the last time: it’s a surprise. Now, watch your step.”
The alien slumped slightly and followed, obediently lifting his feet as his companion led the way. He kept close to her, his blindness not the only reason for their proximity; it was chilly.
And then they’d stopped. The Doctor frowned, trying to figure out what was so special about the place where they were currently standing. They were on grass, that was certain, and they’d walked off the gravel path long ago… But where were they? Nowhere he’d been before.
“Alright,” Rose murmured, “open.”
She was nervous. Not because she wasn’t sure he’d like it; she knew he would… But because this felt so much like before. Here, in this world, they’d fallen prey to the routine of mundane life, and to show him this, to bring him out to look at the stars again… It felt promising and wonderful and painfully familiar.
He was confused for only a moment before Rose told him to look skyward. When the Doctor did, his smile was almost instantaneous. “Rose…”
“I heard about a meteor shower,” she said softly, “thought we could watch for a while.”
He held her fast, pressing a grateful kiss to her lips before pulling away and smiling adorably. “C’mon.”
Sitting down on the cool grass, the Doctor tucked Rose into his side as the pair looked up at the night sky; a thousand bright lights shooting across the black. They stayed there for the rest of the night, watching and smiling and basking in each other’s warmth. Sometimes, the Doctor would point upwards, murmuring facts and stories in the blonde’s ear.
They stayed there until the wee hours of the morning before stumbling home, tired and giddy from the nights’ events. Upon arriving at their doorstep, the Doctor pulled his companion in close, grinning when she kissed him lightly. “I know it wasn’t much,” she explained, “and I know that being here isn’t exactly the ideal a lot of the time, but-“
He pressed his mouth to hers, effectively silencing her. “You gave me the stars tonight, Rose Tyler. You give me the stars every night… That’s more than anyone could ever ask for.”
She grinned at him, wondering how she could have ever been nervous about falling back into their old routine; the one filled with excitement and stars and endless Space. They were the Doctor and Rose, and they would always be alright.