| Hey you guys! So this one is (hopefully) going to be a complete full-fledged fanfic…assuming I get positive reviews and my muse doesn't get eaten. Again. It takes place starting at that scene… you know the scene… where the Doctor sees Rose again for the first time in two (more for him and Martha, but whatever) years… and they kiss passionately…NOT. Of course the freakin' brilliant but possible crazy RTD and co. decided that because it was a Rose/Doctor thing, the moment had to be ruined by the most random Dalek intervention in the history of Doctor Who. A fail so epic that, if it had been someone else, it would've almost been a win. Oh well. Enjoy, and let me know what you think!  3 3 3, ThatKid|

In a situation such as the one he was currently in, the Doctor had decided that 'frustration' didn't quite fit the bill. Everything around him was impossible. Empty London street, cars vacant, no people to be seen- impossible. Stars winking out above their heads, no explosions, no sign that they had ever been there- impossible. And then, of course, there was the sneaking suspicion that suddenly, traveling between universes was both simple and necessary, which was just plain ridiculous. And, finally, the idea he was still struggling to grasp- that Donna, had accidently encountered and spoken to an alternate-universe Rose, one that knew who he was- impossible beyond any kind of comprehension. That would've had to have been his Rose, then, the one companion whose loss still twisted like a thorn in his hearts two years later, the girl whose 'forever' he'd finally wanted to believe. And that, frankly, was impossible. As a FACT, in capital letters, underlined multiple times. A fact that could not be changed. He'd tried. And yet… he wanted to badly to believe that this FACT was changing, that the universe would let them be, let time stop for the two of them. And if the FACTs were changing, then something in the universe had gone horribly, terrible wrong.

And on top of it all, he could feel the Oncoming Storm inside him twisting, growing, even as he was fighting to stifle its roar of need. But of what? There was no Gallifrey, no time-lords to call to his aid. He felt as if he had an infuriating itch, right between his shoulders, an itch that was inescapable and impossible to reach. He twisted to face Donna, knowing how petulant and whiny he was being, but unable to help it.

"What else did Rose say?" he asked for the thousandth time, and his red-haired companion heaved a surprisingly patient sigh. She seemed like she was about to open her mouth to reply, and then her focus shifted to a point vaguely behind him before she met his gaze again. Now however, her eyes held something new and decidedly un-Donna-like. Her features softened and her hazel eyes seemed… expectant, almost.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?"

He studied, for a moment, her expression. Even for the sometimes-thoughtless Donna, that was a cruel Joke. Of all people, she had to know that the hole Rose had left was stubbornly unfillable. Maybe it's not a joke, he thought suddenly, but that would be… an impossibility. And yet, he couldn't resist that sudden urge to spin around- which brought a figure, distant but oh-so-recognizable into view. He feared that his mouth had fallen open.

It was Rose. Older, but still her. Could it be that she had always been so beautiful? Had her smile always been so radiant, lighting up her surroundings like that? And had her blonde hair always caught the light, caught and reflected it, framing those open- doe-brown eyes so gloriously? His feet stumbled forward of their own accord, almost exactly at the moment she began to run toward him, and as his feet pounded on the pavement, his face split into a sudden grin that, in light of the universe's current predicament, was very out of place.

"EXTERMMINATE!" Their heads turned simultaneously to see the one sight he never expected to see- a Dalek. It fired and he ried to leap out of the way, but something-someone- shouldered him out of the way and blew its headpiece off. He heard Rose's gasp as he identified Jack, and glanced up to see her trip, only a foot or so away. It was too simple to catch her and draw her into his arms, feeling the warmth of her berath as she exhaled softly, the look of surprise and joy in her eyes enough to speed his heartrates. He noticed that her hands gripped his shoulders, and the fact that her touch suddenly warmed him was new and now at all unpleasant. Donna was behind him, kneeling beside the now-fallen and seemingly dead Jack. "Doctor!" He glanced down at her. "He'll be fine," he assured- "He's DEAD!" was her frantic reply- and then the Captain spluttered to life. He fixed his killer blue eyes on the bewildered Donna, grinned, and used his all-purpose line…

"Cap's Jack Harkess… and who are you?" Donna managed to blurt her name before the Doctor, for what felt like the millionth time, said irritatedly, " Jack, don't."

"I don't mind," Donna assured as she helped him up. "

"Nobody," the Doctor sighed, "ever quite manages to, I know."