Author's Note: I was kind of channeling my inner Lemony Snicket with this one, just a tiny bit. I thought it worked okay(?)
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who
Genus Rosa of the family Rosaceae, also known as a rose in common tongue, is a beautiful sort of flower. Ignoring the thorns (less you prick yourself upon which one would be advised to seek medical attention), the petals fold together delicately in a very lovely way. But perhaps the most beautiful thing about roses are the variety of colors in which they appear. Said colors vary from white to numerous shades of red. One may find a rose in such deep crimson resembling blood, and one may also find a rose in such a light hue of pink that it could be imagined that such a color was designated for the cloud upon which Cupid rides. Roses may also be found in yellow, though in not as many shades as red. Of course, to learn more about roses one only needs to visit their local florist or horticulturist.
The Doctor, though smart as he was, was in fact neither a florist nor a horticulturist. However, he knew all about roses. Well, that is to say he knew about a rose. A certain pink and yellow rose. A certain pink and yellow rose that was, in fact, not a flower at all, but a girl named Rose. Rose Tyler to be exact. And much like flowers do not know about doctors, Rose Tyler knew very little – close to nothing – about the Doctor. She knew he was a nine-hundred-and-something- year old Time Lord, and that he was a time traveler.
"But what else is there?" she would ask. And, truly, she did want to know about him. She wanted to know about his home planet and his family and the little details of his life that every person has that distinguishes them as interesting and unique. But most importantly, she wanted to know his name.
"Doctor? Doctor who?" she had asked once before. But all personal questions were met with a subject change. It wasn't that the Doctor had intentions of hurting Rose, far from that. He merely felt that there was nothing to say; they had each other and that should be all that matters.
She had her Doctor, and he had his Rose.