Hello! I'm nervous in my usual socially awkward way but that's OK because you'll never see me! Hopefully. This is my first go at writing a one-shot/songfic/posting on Fanfiction so this is exciting. My better half, PrivateRadio, has had a lot more experience with this. She's guiding me through my slow update schedule.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. She doesn't own Doctor Who. We both don't own Doctor Who. That would be BBC. *Sad Face*
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SONG: Give Away Your Heart - The Unthanks
In this moment you'll see
Give away your heart.
When Rose was very small, she would dream of going on adventures with her imaginary friend, as most children might also have done. As she grew up, she realised that her imaginary friend was, in fact, imaginary. But her dreams of adventures never stopped.
She met The Doctor when he wore leather, when he had a chasm in his chest created by centuries of pain and hurt. Then he regenerated.
Rose knew that nothing between them had changed, but at the same time, she knew that everything had changed. The new Doctor, this Tenth regeneration, he wasn't as broken as he once was. He was Rose's miracle. He was living proof that Rose was magic, that Rose was the best of the human race.
He was Rose's heart personified. He was Rose's loving nature.
And then, one day, Rose realised that he wasn't the only person aboard the TARDIS who had healed. Rose had changed too.
They were both brand new, ready to start again.
When Rose was very small, her mother told her to save her heart for The One. Rose never quite understood what her mother meant. Even now, at nineteen, she still wasn't sure. Maybe she still had a long wait ahead of her. Or perhaps she had found The One and she just couldn't see it.
Both her and her Doctor were ready to start again, but what did that really mean?
She couldn't give her heart to anyone. She couldn't just let her love go... And yet she did, time and time again. She'd given her heart away a while ago, to a man with big ears and a leather jacket and a broken soul. She constantly gave her love and care to the same man, now with a different face.
And he had given her as much of his hearts as he could ever give to anyone.
Was that enough? Rose thought so.
She looked at The Doctor in his pinstriped suit with something akin to realisation on her face.
"Where to now, Rose?" her Doctor asked her. His face wasn't guarded, not anymore. His mouth twitched in to a smile.
"Everywhere." Rose stated, as though it were a well known fact. She would go everywhere with her Doctor, she would go anywhere with him. He knew as much. He'd be lying if he denied the flutter in his hearts whenever Rose looked at him like that.
The Doctor grinned and Rose knew; though neither of them may never say it, they had both found The One.