A couple sits on a blanket staring at the stars of the galaxy from Earth. "A shooting star!" She looks and begins to smile. Instead of looking the star, he turns and stares at her loveling. A piece of her hair softly brushes his hand as it falls out of place. "What do you think?" She turns to face him as she answers. "I love it! Its the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." "You haven't even seen the best part yet." She laughs as she turns to face him. A smile plays across his lipss at the sound of her sweet laugh. "What is the best part, Doctor?" He slowly begins to move closer. She tilts her head in response. Their heart beats quicken as he draws closer to her lips. "This" Then he - The Doctor awakens only to realize it Memories and pain welled up as his hearts broke all over again. She was only a memory of his Rose. His face falters as a tear slowly falls down his the Doctor remembers how he lost her to the other place. A place with Micky, her father and mother but a place where she didn't have her precious Doctor and the Tardis. He could no longer wrap her in his arms, touch her soft hair, kiss her lovely lips or brush away her sweet salty tears. The Doctor had forever lost his fantastic Rose.

~Waking up is the usual routine, tired and groggy as Rose rolled out of bed. After what had been dubbed, "The Doomsday Incident", she had been sort of depressed. Not even Mickey could cheer her up with his playful joking and sometimes irritating loving gestures, but life wasn't the same without the Doctor. And her mother's affections were hardly helpful, her nagging often more annoying and painful than it did good. She hadn't left the house save a few necessary times for fear of seeing something she would never see again, a flash of him walking to the TARDIS she had come to know, already prepared for disappointment as she blinked and he was gone. Rose managed to pull herself into the kitchen to at least get a cup of coffee before her mother's attentions began. Unfortunately, Jackie was already there and on her second cup of the strong brew. Not speaking as Rose poured herself a cup, she allowed a few minutes of sweet, sweet silence. "You know, you really should get out more, Rose. Its not good for you to just sit around inside like you've been-" Rose cut her off before she could continue. "Yeah, because its not like you got dragged here against your will, mum. You aren't the one who got dragged away from the only life she's ever enjoyed, and I don't see you doing much more than that. So why don't you just take your advice," she paused, gathering her senses as she took a sip of her coffee, and continued. "Take your advice, and try some of it yourself, mum." She turned and walked to the living room just to get away from Jackie, who seemed shocked at Rose's little speech, because that was the most she had said in nearly months.~

The Doctor had just managed to escape his own misery when Martha asked him something. He pulled himself back to his current reality. He turned to look at her for a moment before trying to speak."I'm sorry what did you say?" Martha raised her eyebrows in response to his silence. "I said Doctor can we go the other part of New New York?" The doctor got that look on his face; a broken and tired look that always reminded Martha that she was nothing but a replacement. He began to remember when he brought Rose here. A smile crept across his face and a sparkle reached his eyes as he remembered that kiss. The second time they had kissed. A kiss that was the reason behind the kiss. How Cassandra had taken over her body and wanted to know what the Doctor taste like. It was weird but scary at the same time. he was most Afraid that she was going to die from the pressure but she didn't. Doctor quickly pulled out of his sadness when Martha said something. "Are you thinking about Rose again?" A paranoid look had reached Martha's face in the short time the Doctor had been lost in memory. "Yes, I was thinking of her. Now enough standing around Allons`y!" They quickly began to walk away. He did not take Martha to the other part. There was too many memories and happiness there. For it was the first place his tenth recreation and Rose had went after his regeneration. Their first date. A date filled with so much joy.

~Rose had finally decided that as much as she hated to admit it, her mother was right. She had to go out, try and make some friends. She finished her coffee, having downed it faster than she had expected, and decided to take a shower and get out that day. As she allowed the hot water to flow, gaining more and more heat, she thought of the time she ifso fiery and sweet that it made him love her more. His smile slightly broaden has he remembered first met the Doctor, how she had grown to love him and she had even gotten him to dance. How she had absorbed the heart of the time vortex in the TARDIS to stay with him and how he had taken it away in a single, life changing kiss- and then he regenerated. And she had mistrusted him, never believing that he would measure up to who he had been. She was wrong, so wrong, and all the times she had been in danger- she stepped into the burning shower, allowing the hot water to sear her thoughts away. One, however, stayed and came to the surface, unbidden. Her own voice, screaming, "Take me back! Please, take me back!" Her tears mixed with the water running down her face and she shook her head, clearing the memory from her mind. She dredged up the harder to find memories that were happy, indeed, and some even funny. Cassandra in her body, awkward, but in the Doctor's body, charming and more than slightly hilarious, as well as a bit creepy. The memories of each time she and the Doctor, her Doctor, had done amazing things together, saved civilizations- and she could never have that again. Never. She stepped out of the shower, air blissfully cool against her skin after the burning water, and threw on any clothes, probably sweatpants and a grey shirt, not particularly caring about her appearance as she left her room wearing the one pair of shoes she had since she had come to live in the parallel universe- a pair of Converse All Star's exactly like those of the Doctor. "I'm going out, mum. Don't ask me where, I don't know. I'll probably hang out with Mickey." She slammed the door after her, pulling her hoodie on as she left.~

Bringing Martha to New New York had been once again filled with trouble but instead of bringing her back home to stay home, she become his companion. Oh how Martha and Rose had trusted him enough to drop everything and travel the universe. Just like Rose, Martha insisted on coming. She wouldn't have it any other way just as Rose refused to leave until they were ripped apart by the forces of the universe causing them to be forever lost to each other. Their sweet, loyal and beautiful love caused him to rejects Martha's affections. He couldn't return these affections because of the love Rose and him shared. A love that was made of the stuff from legends. A love that would survive through time itself. A love that almost killed Rose when she took in the time vortex from the Tardis to save him. A decision that created the tenth Doctor. He could bring Martha along , she would be good for him so his thoughts wouldn't slip to Rose all the time. She could be the person to keep him from doing terrible things, after all Donna said he needed someone to stop him. Martha did so many things that reminded the Doctor of his fantastic Rose. Martha's excitement to see worlds or other species; things she says, her ability to stop him from doing terrible things or a look on her face. "So Doctor where to now?" He turned to see Martha leaning against the one of the railings in the Tardis just as Rose did. A small smile played across his lips as he remembered the last time Rose leaned on that railing. She would never be his fantastic Rose but she could make a great companion who will keep him out of his misery for long periods of time. Wallowing in ones misery for a long time is no way to live. Beside if he did then he would go as crazy as Martha says he is. This doesn't mean i'm replacing Rose it just means i'm trying to live life without my fantastic Rose. "I don't know . It's going to be a surprise.!"

~ Rose was wandering the streets of the parallel Cardiff, knowing that this was where Torchwood had been in the other universe. She caught a few glimpses of the familiar blue box, and deliberately ignored the sights that must surely exist only in her own mind. A memory came back, however, of the time after the accident. Crying on the beach in Norway, of course this was what she wanted to be doing. The Doctor was there, or at least he appeared to be. "I'm burning up a sun just to say goodbye," he had told her, causing another sob to wrack her body. "You look like a ghost," she told him, and he held up his sonic screwdriver, pointing it at something unseen. "Hold on," he says, clarifying the image. "Can I-?" She asks cautiously, not wanting to get her hopes up. "Nah, its still just an image. No touch," he said regretfully, at least from her point of view. "Can't you come through properly," she asked, knowing that it was impossible. The Doctor shook his head. "The whole thing would fracture. Two universes would collapse. Where did the gap come out, anyway?" She huffed a small laugh, holding no humour. "We're in Norway." "Norway, right," he said, causing Rose to nearly break down once more. God knows she had been doing it enough lately. "About fifty miles out of Burgen. It's called 'Dårlig Ulv Stranden. It translates to 'Bad Wolf Bay'," she added after a few seconds. "How long have we got?" He shook his head. "About two minutes." She nodded, holding back sobs. "Right. I can't think of what to say!" A second of deliberation- "Still got mister Mickey, then?" She brushed the memory aside as she approached Mickey, but unable to avoid the worst of the blow- The Doctor's eyes were full of tears as well, after her small confession that took much out of her and left them both nearly speechless, though they both knew it to be true. "Rose Tyler, I-" The image blinked out of existance and Rose collapsed to the ground, tears spilling over more and more as they burned her cheeks, struggling for breath at the unfinished body wracked with sobs and she refused the help of Mickey- "Hey, babe. Glad to see you out in open air!" Mickey was talking to her. Right. "Hey, Mickey," she said depressingly. "Can't say I'm glad to see the sky, though, its not the same anymore. How's," she lowered her voice for a moment, "How's Torchwood working for you?" He nodded. "Good, for me. Your dad," she flinched. She had never known her father, and when she tried to save him from his fate, she realized what a grave mistake it was. "He's a good man." She looked around, hoping for something, anything, to distract her from this meaningless discussion, and in her frantic searching happened upon the sight of a familiar brown coat and suit slipping into the doors of a blue Police box with a slight smirk on his face. She wondered, briefly, what he was doing then and if he had found someone else yet. He should never be lonely, she knew what it did to a person.~

Once again the Tardis had landed someone new and unknown. "Where are we Doctor?" A smirk played across his lips at the sound of that question. Oh how the Doctor never got tired of that question. "Well how about we go see what world awaits outside the door." Martha raced to the door before the Doctor could say anymore. Once outside a salty breeze lifted their coat tails. The Doctor recognized this bay. Hot salty tears began to reach his eyes as he remembered when he was last here. So long ago it seems since he was forced to say goodbye. A goodbye he was never able to finish. Suddenly his body went numb as he remembered those last words he said in bad wolf bay. Here you are living a life day after day. One adventure I can never have. Am I going to ever see you again? You can't. Tears began to fall from both of them. I love you. A smile reaches his lips. I suppose if this is my last chance to say it Rose Tyler... He never got to finish his goodbye to his fantastic Rose. "Doctor where are we? What year is it?" For a moment the Doctor was unable to answer as the hot tears rolled down his face. "Doctor what's wrong?" He turned to look at her. " We are in a parallel universe in which this is called bad wolf bay. This is impossible we can't be here or two universe die." He quickly began to walk up the beach toward the city. With every step his heart became heavier as he thought of his beautiful yet sad Rose. "Doctor have you been here before?" The Doctor did answer he was lost in his thoughts. He felt so joyed at the possibility of being able to hold his lovely Rose in his arms, kiss away those salty tears she cried that day all while being able to mend his broken hearts. "DOCTOR!" He turned to see Martha standing a few feet behind him. ''I have been here before but only as a holographic image." Martha became paranoid with his short answers. "What do you mean?" Pain came across his face as he began to explain the sad, beautiful, tragic love affair. "The last time I was here I was saying goodbye to Rose. This is the parallel universe she went to after the ghost and Daleks. This is where she died. Even with the Tardis I was unable to enter because two universes would collapse. I was unable to say goodbye." A look of shock reached Martha's face as she stepped closer. "I am so sorry. Then how are we here if you couldn't get in before.'' She now understood his ever so present pain and distance from her. "There must be a rift. We have to go and try to find Rose. Then find out whats going on." It hit him that he would have to say another goodbye and he could say those words he never got to say. Within 20 minutes they had reached the city. 'Its so beautiful yet..." "It comes with a consequence Martha, remember that." Martha stayed two steps behind knowing at the moment she didn't exist only his need for Rose. All that went through his mind was I have to find Rose. He imaged her soft silky hair, eyes as green as the grass and her sweet musical laugh that he so desperately needed everyday. A few feet in front of him stood someone who looked like Mickey. No it cant be he thought just no its impossible. But all that doubt disappeared when the man turned around, it was Mickey and in front of him stood his fantastic Rose. The doctor stopped and began to feel hot tears roll down his look so tired and worn. Martha looked and saw what made him almost drop to his knees. "Is it her?" "Yes its my Fantastic Rose." he croaked. His hearts swelled with joy and despair as he yelled while running towards her "ROSE!"