No One Asked TARDIS
I don't own Doctor Who. No seriously.
No one asked the TARDIS if she was alright. Not even the Doctor. How could she be? A part of herself, a part of her soul had been ripped away and now there was a gaping hole that just kept filling up with sorrow. Rose had looked into her soul and she had looked into Rose's; they were linked, each an inseparable part of the other. But they had been separated.
Once there was laughter and joy. Rose, the brave human child, was the only companion of the Doctor's to truly believe she was alive. After he changed they talked together, sometimes for moments, sometimes for hours. At night she would sing her to sleep with her soft song. Rose was so special and only she and the Doctor saw it.
But now she was gone, and the TARDIS bled in silence. There was no talking anymore, even to her Doctor. Her soul ached for its missing part, as she knew the Doctor's did as well. No one had asked if she had any ideas. No one asked if she was alright. She wasn't. But she had a plan.