“I’ve faced far more terrifyin’ things than you, mate. Slitheen, werewolves, Cybermen and Daleks. D’you know them? Daleks? I stared down the Emperor himself and the entire Cult of Skaro and even they couldn’t kill me. What makes you think you can? What’ve you got? Weak human forms, a couple of energy weapons and some animated scarecrows? Don’t make me laugh.”

That *points up* right there gave me goosebumps. Amazingly put. Rose is so much stronger than Martha in the respect she's seen so many "evils" and has the courage to, basically, laugh in the face of danger, instead of whining about.

Great fic, you really captured Rose and John Smith's emotions well :-)