Author's Note: Hey everyone, this is my first Doctor Who fanfic. I am very pleased with this first chapter and hope you will not be disappointed. The initial idea of Rose appearing in the TARDIS was not mine originally. Mea-Kh posed this as a challenge. My story may differ from the original challenge, but it gave me the idea. Thanks Mea-Kh for giving me something to think about. Oh and I also want to thank The Time Traveller for Beta-ing my story. I really appreciate it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or anything associated with it, I wish I did though. I don't own any of the main characters in this story unless I say otherwise. If anyone recognizes anything, I had no idea, please tell me instead of hunting me down. Thanks.
Chapter 1:
A lone tear drop rolled down the Doctor's cheek, leaving a wet trail as its only evidence. His mouth remained open, as though about to finish his sentence despite the lack of an audience. He almost spoke, then closed his mouth and eyes and bowed his head in defeat.
His thoughts drifted to her. Rose. He should have told her sooner, now he never could. It was better this way, he decided. At least now she could move on. They could never truly be together, so why try to fool themselves only to be more brutally forced apart. But why did his hearts give a painful twinge at the thought of Rose forgetting him, moving on and finding, someone else. His hearts grew sore once more with that last thought.
He really should have expected something like this. He was the last of the Time Lords and as a Time Lord he was subjected to what he referred to as the Curse of the Time Lords, especially since he traveled with humans so often. He remembered when Rose had first realized that one day that she wasn't the first to travel with him and one day wouldn't be able to travel with him. That one adventure they'd had with Sara Jane and the Krillitanes. He remembered how painful it had been to say those things to Rose, but she had to understand.
"I've been to the year five million, but this, this is really seeing the future- you just leave us behind! Is that what you're going to do to me?" Rose had said accusingly.
"No. Not you." He immediately cut in, he couldn't let her keep going, it hurt too much.
"But, Sarah Jane, you were that close to her once, and now... you never even mention her. Why not?" Now Rose sounded regretful for her earlier tone and a bit confused with the Doctors quick response.
"I don't age. I regenerate. But humans decay. You wither and you die. Imagine watching that happen to someone you..." He had paused, the words in his heart were unwilling to come out through his mouth.
"What, Doctor?" Rose asked, quite shocked with the Doctors revelation and curious as to what he had been about to say.
"You can spend the rest of your life with me. But I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on, alone. That's the curse of the Timelords." He finally finished, in such a sad tone that Rose was left merely staring at him with a look of shock.
The Doctor ran his hand along the central control system of the TARDIS. This was where he could steer the TARDIS through time and space, and also where the time vortex was stored. As his hand brushed over the surface, the Doctor could feel the time vortex as it pulsed beneath his hand with life. It was strangely comforting to know that he still had some company through this hard time.
He looked up from where his hand was resting, his eyes widening in shock. There, across the large expanse of the TARDIS's interior, was a woman in a long, white, wedding dress. Then the woman turned around and the Doctors eyes got even wider. The woman was young, blond and very pretty, although the Doctor could be accused of being biased. The woman's eyes widened as well as she saw the Doctor. It was Rose.
AN: Well, what did you think? Please leave me a review on what you think. I really do value my readers opinions on my stories. Thanks for reading. Nick Nagisa