A/N: Hi everyone! I'm not really sure what you'll think of this; I personally think it's a bit strange, (in a good way) and I'm not sure it's my best, but I'll leave that up to you to decide :)
Pairing: Doctor/Rose
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: K
It was like fire, pouring across her bones and throbbing in her brain. It spun and weaved its way through her body, and she couldn't help but think it was trying to escape. She thought it would drive her mad, and when it didn't she learned to live with it.
It had begun soon after she'd met Sarah Jane, and the Doctor had confessed his greatest curse to her. The truth had hurt, that her time lord was always going to be lonely. And that's when the pain started. Softly, at first, and then it became stronger, coming when she least expected it, sometimes when she was in bed, when she was doing the laundry, or even when she was visiting her mum's.
She never told him. Somehow, her heart knew the truth before her mind did, and telling him would just hurt them both.
Because she was human. Forever doomed to the mortal life. But deep down, where death and old age and humanity didn't matter, deep in her heart, Rose Tyler was in love with the Doctor. And when she finally pieced it together in her mind, and she realized what was happening, it hurt more than the fire ever could.
She was trying to regenerate.
Trying to let herself seep out of this body, never wither, never die. Never have to grow old and never, ever have to leave him.
And that's why, lying in her bed on the Tardis, her heart throbbing in her chest, trying to do something her stupid, weak body never could, Rose would cry herself to sleep.
She was never going to be like him.
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