Human

It's like a big sudden gasp of air.

It is.

It feels different.

The blackness, the nothingness is replaced as different… memories stick in my memory. I see everything spin in front of me quickly like a bang on the head. They tell me who I am, what I did and what I should do. There is no need to look all amnesiac, all confused. The answers come to my head as the questions get erased momentary as they appear.

Then my confusion is gone.

A grin takes over my mouth, placing the information, naming, explaining everything around me.

TARDIS, the shattered glass-

I stop as a quick explication takes place of the question.

Soon I even forget about them.

I am the Doctor.

"…and you're naked."

"Oh yes!"

I act fast, as I may die as soon as I got born. Sad, isn't it? I fix everything there is possible.

The attempt to kill Davros.

I killed the Daleks.

I receive instead of thanks disagreement, glares and judgments from The Doctor. Was it my attempt to show her, that I like him I'm not weak. He killed too, I killed. That makes him no more holly than I am.

I keep glancing at her. She lingers in my memories, even thought of mine connected to her, as I recall what I did. What he did. Rose is always there with every action I did, there even in the back of my mind I kept thinking of her. I had hope, I wished to be united with her again.

I watched him, he didn't attempt to feed his hunger for her. All he did was hug her despite everything he played in his mind, all those moments in which he could let his feelings flow. I wasn't going to commit the Doctor's mistakes.

Even now, I give him the chance. I scream in my head to let me confess, as her hazel eyes plead for a confession which she had been waiting for… ever since the Doctor told her 'run!'

Nothing.

He just stands there.

The Doctor's insides are battling a storm inside him. Always so caring. Never selfish. He never does the wrong thing, he never puts his desires in front of somebody's else's. His dark brown eyes catch mine, tearing apart, I feel him. The connection is still there.

But soon it will be lost forever.

His song will end.

Mine will, only later, as this one heart stops beating.

"I've only got one life…" I pause. I'm anxious to say her name, which is in my head from the minute I was born. "Rose Tyler."

I beg, I plead for her to believe, to turn her back on the Doctor and choose me. I try not to show how worried I am. The Doctor keeps glancing at me, giving me a chance. The chance.

Rose asks us again, her hope still up, but dying. He isn't going to confess. His two hearts are getting ripped apart, his soul shred, but the words never leave his mouth and by the looks of it never will.

"Does it need saying?"

Fool. He is losing his chance. I struggle trying to realize on whose side I am on.

"And you Doctor? What was the end of that sentence?"

I brush my hand against her arm and lean closer to whisper it into her ear, as the words are stuck in my throat as well. I am taking her away from the Doctor.

"I love you."

I say it not just from the memories where we both are screaming them through our mind. Whenever I hugged her, when her soul was sucked out, whenever we'd save each other or just for no real occasion. He lost her. Rose looks up and makes eye contact with me, her eyes showing the softness which I treasured in the memories which were given to me. Only now they aren't just memories of when I still hadn't regenerated for the ninth time in my life, when Cassandra took over her body, now I feel it myself. And as unfair as it may sound it wasn't going to be last time, hopefully, for me.

Then like a sudden hit from electricity we lean back and watch the gap close.

We watch him leave.