Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Rose Tyler, The Duplicate Doctor
Rose had her own apartment in Pete's World. Torchwood had included it as part of the package of her working there - She had never been sure how much of it was because of her status as the go-to-girl expert on aliens and how much of it was because she was Pete Tyler's daughter, sometimes she'd even wondered if Pete was footing the bill for the whole thing but she was just grateful not to have to deal with finding somewhere and to be out on her own - she certainly didn't begrudge her mother the perfect life that she now had, but the pieces had never quite fallen in to place with Rose and this universe, she didn't quite fit into the normality of human domestics anymore. Her own space definitely suited her better.
The Doctor had sat awkwardly in the car with Jackie when they'd arrived from Norway, not quite sure if she wanted him to stay with her or not. She'd held out her hand and waved her fingers at him encouragingly and his familiar quirky grin had spread across his face like lightning and he'd bounced out of the car and then with a wave to her mother and a rush of movement they were in her home.
He'd installed himself in the guest room - with a babble of "new, new, new Doctor" and "new, new Rose" and "new new Universe, in fact" and within a few days they'd settled into a comfortable routine of rushing about to Torchwood and their old friendship of discovery and adventures and even if they were earthbound for now (although the TARDIS coral was growing apace thanks to Donna's suggestion)
Slowly as they grew closer, stolen kisses and dates after work and weekends away slipped into the routine, and then her things merged with his things, and he moved from the guest room into her room and his shaving cream and razor was next to hers and his aftershave sat next to her perfume and she smelt like him all day after using his shampoo instead of her own and before she quite knew it it wasn't just her apartment anymore, it was theirs.
As she wandered around the bathroom and bedroom picking up dirty clothes and taking them to the utility room for washing and then wandered into the kitchen she felt a deep satisfaction at the sheer domesticity of it all. Rose laughed from as he threw down the spatula and bounded over to hug her, wearing his frilly "kiss the cook" apron and with smudges of flour and sauce liberally over him.
His, Hers, Theirs. The greatest adventure they'd ever had. A fantastic life, day by day.