Un songfico más! Estoy muy contento! Okay, enough damned Spanish. I hate Spanish, why am I speaking it?

I really love this song, and so I pretty much adore anything to do with it. With all modesty, of course. Well, anyways, hope you like it. I do !

Disclaimer: The Killers have created a masterpiece, and I have expanded upon it.

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You sit there in your heartache

Waiting on some beautiful boy to

To save you from your old ways

Rose Tyler. That's me. Ordinary, boring Rose Tyler. I work at a place called Torchwood Institute; I can't tell you much else, it's top secret. Anyway, about a year ago, I worked in a clothes shop on a busy corner. That was my life for so long.

You play forgiveness

I knew that nothing would ever change if I didn't make it, but I still sat around. I tried to forgive myself, tried to tell myself that everything would turn out all right someday. But it was a lie. I knew that. Forget me; nothing would ever get me up off my lazy arse except a man, and that man was most definitely NOT Mickey Smith.

Watch him now, here he comes

He did come along eventually. Oh, yes. That strange, mysterious, disarming man I just followed without bothering to think about it. Why would I?

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus

But he talks like a gentleman

Like you imagined when you were young

I trusted him immediately. He was so polite, so charming and witty. My dreams as a tiny girl had manifested into…this. I didn't care that he happened to have been accompanied by some random, terrifying animated plastic mannequins, I never paused to wonder, "Hey, why does this guy even HAVE a time machine?": I just hopped right in. And it was amazing.

Can we climb this mountain, I don't know

Higher now than ever before, I

Know we can make it if we take it slow

That's thinking easy, easy now, watch it go

The adventures…the places….the times…all of it was so magical. Superlative were the sights he showed me. Everywhere was as far from a nice holiday to Ireland as you can get; each trip some strange and serious threat turned up. It always frightened the hell out of me, but I soon learned that the Doctor could solve anything. If he took his time and thought it through, and sometimes not, we would make it out okay.

We're burning down the highway skyline on the

Back of a hurricane that started turning

When you were young

When you were young

And always, he would keep going. Keep whirling around in an endless cycle of passion. It all started back home, on that day when I took his hand. He offered me the universe, and, of course, I accepted. I grew up so quickly riding with him. Maturity comes naturally with risk.

And sometimes you close your eyes

And see the place where you used to live

When you were young

When I was with him, I had to stop and think about what my home looked like. It was so strange; I just couldn't automatically call it to mind. The TARDIS came easily, but not Mum's tiny little flat in the suburbs. I know it all too well now, but then…no.

They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet

You don't have to drink right now

But you can dip your feet

Every once and a little while

Mum always called him evil and lecherous behind both our backs; I overheard one of her phone messages a few days after I was trapped. Apparently she thought he was Satan's human incarnation. I laughed hysterically at this, as I knew for absolute sure that he wasn't, but still. I can't believe she would think that. She said, over the phone, that she thought I should have waited a bit before committing to life with him. Should have found out more about him, found out the devil beneath the mask. I laughed and laughed at this, but realized that he had been my Lucifer in the end. Eventually, he ended up taking my soul with him.

You sit there in your heartache

Waiting on some beautiful boy to

To save you from your old ways

You play forgiveness

Watch him now, here he comes

Those days… I miss them beyond belief. Not the stars, or the escapades. Him, of course. I'm still waiting for him, waiting for him to come flying back to me.

Because I know he will.

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus

He was my savior.

But he talks like a gentleman

My true Prince Charming.

Like you imagined when you were young

Just like my five year-old brain depicted, nix the time traveling.

Talks like a gentleman, like you imagine

When you were young

Doctor…my lovely, lonely Doctor…

I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus

Are you thinking of me now?

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus

Because I am. Always.

But more than you'll ever know

Because I love you.

Always.

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Yay for AngstyRose! I still think AngstyDoctor is better, but she's pretty good, too. Well, what are you waiting for? Press the button! Yes, THAT button, there. Below…yess…just there! Now…PRESS IT.

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…YES. THAT one. Very good, my minions.