This is an idea that I've been playing around with for awhile. I just love doing these little one-shots and I just love my Doctor & Rose stories. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Oh, you don't even want to know what I'd do if I owned Doctor Who.

Yeah, I don't own Doctor Who. Probably best that way. At least, that's what I keep telling myself *sigh*

Thoughts: Series 1

Rose

Who was this girl?

The Doctor had been idly walking along the sidewalk in front of this store when he thought he saw something move in a nearby trash bin. Sure enough, upon closer inspection and with help of his nifty Sonic Screwdriver, he realized that the plastic was indeed walking. He found his way inside the store's basement and was constructing his helpful contraption when he heard her voice.

It was a voice full of fear and confusion, but, to the Doctor's surprise, strength. It had been awhile since the Doctor had purposely spoken to or been around a human. Hearing the determination in her voice made him stop in his tracks. He would have saved her either way, but her voice is what stuck with him.

And as he reached her hand, clasping it tightly in his own, he felt the earth halt underneath his feet. The Doctor couldn't describe the feeling that overwhelmed his senses just then, all he could do is push it aside and tell her to do the only thing he hadn't forgotten how to do…

run.

***

Rose couldn't understand what was happening to her.

On one hand, she had her boyfriend, Mickey, tugging at her shirt and jacket. He had always been there, but it had also felt like he wasn't. He sat by her, kissed her and held her hand, but sometimes, when she spoke to him, it was like he was seeing right through her.

And then, she had the Doctor.

He had come into her life in a whirlwind. He brought with him fear and confusion, but he also brought adventure and pride. Since she met him down in that basement, her life had purpose, a meaning that seemed impossible before.

So, as far as she could see, she had two choices.

Comfort her boyfriend and let whatever was going to happen to the Doctor…happen.

Or she could save the Doctor, and be more than who she was, whoever she thought she might someday be. She could be better.

She made her choice.

***

Mickey knew he lost her before she even took a step toward the Doctor.

He could see it in her eyes before she could register the feeling.

In an instant, he regretted the times he put off her need to talk, his convincing that they go down to the pub to watch the game instead of seeing the movie she had wanted to see.

Everything he had ever done suddenly seemed too small a gesture to compare with this man who could offer her the universe…literally.

He wasn't surprised when she ran to save him, leaving him a frantic jumble on the ground.

And somehow, he knew that she would never really be his again.

Maybe she never was.

I know that Mickey's bit is sad, but this is what I honestly thought of him during that first episode. But boy, did he redeem himself later!

Thanks for reading!