Rating: M overall, Teen this chapter
Characters/Pairing: Ten/Rose with LOTS of others
Summary: Rose Tyler, a writer for Smash Hits magazine, gets the opportunity of her career when she's chosen to go on tour with the new teen sensation The Vortex Boys. What happens when appearances aren't really that deceiving after all?
Author's Notes: My first entry for trope_bingo. This will fill the "au:band" square. If you're at all curious about my card, you can click here! Not sure how long it's going to be, but there is a deadline so I'm going to work through it as quick as I can! MANY MANY MANY thanks to timelord1, kelkat9, who_in_whoville, callistawolf, and kahki for looking this chapter over and all of the ladies over in bad_wolf_rising who helped me plot! This is going to be a fun one, so I hope you enjoy it!
Epilogue! Thank you all for sticking with me through this awesome time, I've had so much fun with this fic! Even though the trope bingo deadline has passed, I think I may still try and complete it :-) Enjoy the super-fluff!!!!
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Six Months Later
Rose glared murderously at her desktop screen. She was trying to learn the new formatting software and no matter what she did, the text would not go where she wanted. She huffed, frustrated, and wondered again why she had accepted the promotion to junior editor. It was lovely to work directly under Sarah Jane, and even more lovely to be considered Reinette's superior, even though she didn't report to Rose. She was just coming off her six-month disciplinary probation and her behavior had been stellar.
It didn't help her mood that John had been absent for their standing lunch date the few weeks for the trial against Saxon. It seemed to be going well thus far, despite Saxon's legal team putting forth quite creative arguments. They even attempted a countersuit against the boys which was thrown out in the first stages of the hearing. Things were winding down and were looking good for the Vortex Boys and the other bands on the label. In fact, they had spent the last two days waiting for a verdict. Rose's nails were now bitten down to the quick from anxiety. She'd been staying at John's flat most nights at his request, and knew how stressed he was.
Her desk phone began to ring, breaking her out of her thoughts. She answered it in her normal fashion, and she grinned as Chantho's perky voice informed her that she had a visitor at reception. Rose grinned and recalled her instructions to always make John wait at reception, something that frustrated him and amused her to no extent, especially when Jack was with him and able to just breeze past.
Rose informed Chantho that she would be there presently and placed the receiver in the hook before she bounded towards reception. If John was there, the jury must have delivered the verdict. Despite the nearly iron-clad case their lawyers had built, she was still nervous. She would be nervous until Saxon was behind bars where he belonged.
The unruly mop of hair that Rose loved so dearly came into view as she approached. As if he could sense her, his eyes shot up and his face broke in to a breathtaking, joyous grin. Rose felt her own grin stretch out to match and she let out the mental breath that she had unknowingly been holding for the past six months.
"So..." Rose said as he encircled her in his arms. "Good news?"
John laughed and pulled her into a tight hug. "Rose Tyler," he began, his voice light and happy for the first time in months. "Come on, I'm buying you chips."
"Guilty," John said the moment they sat down at their favorite chippy, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Guilty on investment fraud, misrepresentation, and breach of contract. He'll be sentenced soon enough, but they're looking at minimum ten years in prison, all of his assets being used to pay damages, and he's been removed from his position as president and CEO of Masterworks Entertainment."
Rose's face broke out in a smile that matched his. "But...that's..." She trailed off, trying to find a word appropriate for how amazing everything was turning out. "It's just..."
"Yeah," John agreed, reaching across the table to take her hands in his. "Donna was the highest-ranking employee cleared of any wrong-doing, so she's been named to take over."
"No!" Rose gasped. "That's just perfect that is!"
"She's gonna be brilliant," he told her as their food arrived and they began fixing the steaming bits of fried potato to their liking. When they were finished, John reached back for her hands before she could start eating.
"Oi!" Rose teased, grinning at him. "I only have an hour for lunch, Dr. Smith."
He grinned back before glancing down at their joined hands and taking a deep breath. "Well, here's the big news. Donna's already had new contracts drawn up, and Rory's gone house hunting with his mum," John rushed out, gripping her hands tightly. His palms were clammy and damp, as they generally got when he was nervous. Rose nearly snorted. What could he possibly have to be nervous about?
"That's fantastic," Rose said, squeezing his hands tightly. "I'm glad. He deserves it. You all do. My brilliant boys." She her smile softened as she gazed at him affectionately, an expression that he returned, the look that never ceased in making her heart skip a beat.
"Well," he drew out the word. "He had me thinking about that. Investing in real estate. A bigger flat, maybe?"
"Might be a decent plan," Rose told him, wondering what he was getting at. "I love your flat, but I know you had plans for your studio that wouldn't exactly fit there."
"Right, right," he said, unable to meet her eyes. "And, see, that's the thing, isn't it? Bigger flat means more space. More space for...stuff. Stuff...I don't have. I don't have enough stuff for more space, Rose. And I was thinking that it might be...nice...for there to be more stuff." He finally met her gaze, his eyes brimming with nerves and emotion and Rose had to swallow against the lump suddenly rising in her throat. "Some...Rose stuff?"
Rose gasped, but he barreled on. "And of course, with Rose stuff, there would be Rose as well. I'm counting on that. And, if you want, you could...help me? Find a place? That...could be...ours? Because I find myself not wanting you to leave. Ever. And if we had a place that was ours, well, then you'd never have to leave..."
"Hold on, hold on," Rose said, waving a hand in front of him to cut off his babbling. "Just to be clear...you want me to move in? With you?"
John let out a breath and met her gaze. "I do, Rose," he replied simply. "I know, I won't be there as much as I should be or as much as I want to be. There will be tours and promotions and gigs and recording sessions and all of the rubbish that goes along with this bloody job. But I meant what I said back then and I mean it now. When I do come home...I want it to be to you." He gazed at her with free, naked adoration and Rose's breath caught. "You are my home, Rose Tyler. It doesn't matter where we live. Could be a caravan in the mountains. But it's home, if you're there."
Rose's heart was pounding. She'd been thinking about this for some time, probably around the fourteenth consecutive night that he'd asked her to stay and gave her two whole drawers to keep a week's worth of clothes. Rose had realized that, as inconvenient as it was sleeping at John's while still technically living with her mother, she didn't really want to leave. Ever. She wanted to spend every night she could with him. He was echoing exactly how she'd been feeling for quite some time and all she wanted to do was pull him to her and snog the life out of him. Mindful of being in the middle of a crowded chippy, Rose settled for reaching up and lovingly cupping his cheek.
"You're sure about this?" she asked. "I mean, you've seen my shoe collection..."
"Yes, well, precisely why we need to narrow our search to only flats with lots of closet space," John replied, quickly turning business like as he pulled a pad and pen from his jacket pocket. "I took the liberty of starting a list. Big closets, lots of open space..." He glanced up at her with a wolfish grin that got her heart pounding erratically in her chest. "...shower for two. You know, the usual..."
"Ah, well...I guess we're gonna need the name of Rory's realtor then, aren't we?" she replied softly, tucking her tongue between her teeth and unable to contain the teasing smile she knew was one of her boyfriend's greatest weaknesses.
John's answering smile was luminous. He looked years younger, and happier than she'd ever seen him before. "Yeah?"
John never did hold any regard for public places. In fact, they had been photographed so often in the middle of public snogfests that it wasn't even news anymore. So when he leaned over the table and captured her lips with his, Rose didn't hesitate to thoroughly kiss him back.
Rose eventually did have to get back to work, John making a rather ridiculous production of her kiss goodbye, knowing that Reinette's new desk was in full view of the reception area. He also made a point to mention, loudly, that he would contact the realtor as soon as possible. Rose shook her head as he left but couldn't deny the satisfaction of Reinette's face turning that particular shade of purple once again.
Rose managed to get through the day and headed out promptly at six PM to meet the entire group plus significant others for a celebratory dinner. Once she arrived and gave the code name "Charlie Brown," she was quickly ushered to a quiet back room where everyone was waiting. They greeted Rose joyously and John immediately thrust a glass of champagne into her hand before wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Okay, now that we are all present and accounted for," he began, picking up a knife and clinking the side of his glass. "Blimey, we've got some things to celebrate tonight, haven't we?"
The other eleven people in the room applauded and cheered briefly before John grinned and continued. "We now have the greatest manager in the history of the music business. To Donna Noble, president and CEO of MasterWorks Entertainment!"
The group toasted with a loud "Hear, hear!" before taking sips from their glasses. Donna beamed happily from her place next to Lee, her new beau. John raised his own glass to them before he continued.
"To Rory, who finally bought that house for dear Mrs. Williams. Please let Mummy know we are expecting daily deliveries of her chocolate chip cookies."
They toasted with huge grins before John continued. "To Jack and Ianto, for finally giving in to the inevitable!"
Someone wolf-whistled as the group laughed and clinked glasses with the happy new couple. "Martha and Mickey, to a long and happy life together. You two truly deserve it! Congratulations!"
Martha looked confused and glanced up at Mickey, who had paled significantly. "Hadn't actually gotten around to it yet, mate..."
"Oh," John said quietly, before flashing everyone an embarrassed smile. "Well, then...um...Adam! Yes, Adam....Adam, Adam, Adam...to 265 days sober! I think I speak for us all when we say how proud we are!"
Adam smiled softly and clinked his glass of ginger ale with those around him. Rose had to grin. He had finally taken to wearing shirts, after a nearly disastrous meeting with their attorney early on when he had basically guaranteed that no one would take them seriously unless Adam changed his attire. He was currently in a black Oxford and grey suit, and Rose would never admit to John that he really was a handsome guy.
"And finally, I want to say thank you to a very special woman." He turned to Rose and gave her a smile that was so sweet, so full of adoration that he knees practically buckled. "We would have precious little to celebrate if it hadn't been for you. Rose Tyler...you are brilliant."
Rose beamed. "You're not so bad yourselves, you know."
John grinned and swept in for a brief but heated kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were suspiciously moist. "Thank you. For everything you did, for being with me, for agreeing to live with me...for everything."
Rose stood on tiptoe to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "I love you," she murmured.
"I love you," he replied quietly, the cling of champagne glasses and the din of happy, excited voices barely audible as they became lost in one another yet again.
Rose didn't pay any mind to what they were missing. She had a feeling there would be many, many more reasons to celebrate in their future.