I do not own Doctor Who!! ...But...someday...maybe...if i wish really hard...

very short chapter, this, the next one will be longer, i promise!

50p…50p…50p…

Rose fumbled through her old, worn purse, looking for one last coin to save her having to wait any longer for the already-10minuets-late bus she needed to catch into the town centre.

Rose sighed inwardly, was this what her life was coming to? The most interesting parts of her days consisting of how much change she had in her purse and waiting for the bus? How horrible it all was!

It could be worse though, she thought to herself, I could be dead. But how could she call this living? Every day, get up, eat chips, go to work, go to bed. This wasn't living!

Life hadn't always been this tedious for Rose, though, once, she had the most incredible life anyone could ever wish for! She had seen things most people couldn't even dream of! And she had loved every second of it! Not just the travelling, either, although that was amazing, it was just the ability to make a difference, that was probably what Rose missed most about her old life. Not to mention Him.

Life without The Doctor. She might as well be dead. Every day was a constant struggle for Rose. She was nothing like she used to be, all full of life and ready for anything life threw at her, now she just…was. Losing the Doctor had left her heartbroken and empty. There was a hollow space in her heart where the Doctor should be, and Rose knew that nothing would ever fill that gap, nothing short of the Doctor returning for her and sweeping her into his arms, like he did, all that time ago.

Look at yourself Rose, let him go!

But as much as she tried, Rose could stop thinking about the Doctor as easily as she could survive with out oxygen. She needed him. For the past year and a bit, Rose had argued with herself every morning, deciding whether or not to get up, cuz life was nothing without the Doctor.

Aaaaaaaaaa

Damn 50p!

Sighing again, Rose did the inevitable, and asked, very politely, the woman behind her in the queue if she had two 50 pence pieces for £1.

Muttering under her breath, and with the air of someone who really didn't want to do something, but couldn't think of a good enough excuse not to, the woman began rummaging through her purse. This kind of people tended to get her a bit peeved, the sort of people who never checked how much change they have before going out, and expect the world to stop while they ask every living thing to waste their time looking for them!

Eventually, the woman pulled out two 50pence pieces, but when she turned to hand them over to the young, blond woman who had asked for them, she found no-one standing there, just a small £1 coin, spinning on the floor, as the only proof that anyone had ever been standing there.

"Well…how very inconsiderate!" the woman declared, bending over to pick up the still-spinning coin, "How very inconsiderate in deed!"

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Running…running…running…. Rose hadn't run like this in years! Blood was pumping in her ears, and her legs were screaming at her to stop, but Rose didn't listen, cuz she had heard it. The TARDIS. And now, nothing could stop her.

The long-missed sound rang in her head, egging her on. Telling her that she mustn't stop, mustn't falter, must keep running. Rose didn't need any of that to keep her running, she knew far too well what was at stake here, she knew that she couldn't let him fly away from her. She wouldn't let him leave her again. So she kept running.

Faster and faster, through a never-ending city, down so many paths and roads and shortcuts, any normal person would have given up long ago, but not Rose. She would follow the sound of The TARDIS to the ends of the earth, and she had. A long time ago.

Finally Rose pulled herself to a stop a little before she reached the glory and splendour of her long-awaited TARDIS. She slowly turned the last corner, and peaked out at the most magnificent ship in the universe. Any of them. She had to dig her nails into the wall to stop herself from running at The TARDIS, from jumping inside and promising to never leave it's safety again! Something in the back of her mind was telling her no. Don't go running up to The TARDIS, there was something she needed to know first. Just wait.

So, Rose Tyler waited. Before long, the answer to why she had been told to wait became obvious as The Doctor walked up to his machine. The Doctor, but not Her Doctor. It was a different man.

This man had the face of The Doctor before he had regenerated, her old Doctor. That's how Rose knew that this man was not her Doctor. He was the Doctor alright, but the Doctor from a parallel world, this world. Of course, Rose knew, deep down, that it wouldn't be her Doctor, she knew that would be impossible, but still, seeing this other Doctor, this old Doctor, was enough to make her heart ache, and one, painful tear rolled it's way down the side of her face.

Reaching up a hand to brush it away, Rose waited until The Doctor stepped inside his TARDIS, the ship she loved so much, before walking out from behind the corner, putting her hand in her pocket, and pulling out her cherished key. Rose felt the key warm in her hand, as though happy at her touch, and knowing that it will soon be used again. The key was practically buzzing as Rose lent over and placed it in the small keyhole of the amazing TARDIS.

The door swung open easily, just as it always had, and Rose couldn't suppress a small sob as she looked at the TARDIS interior, to find it exactly the same as it had been, so long ago.

The Doctor looked up from his ship's controls as a young, blond girl stepped into the TARDIS. He frowned, his ship was trying to tell him something, but it had stopped when the girl had stepped in. Looking from the computer screen to the girl and back again, he decided that he'd better say something. After all, he had no idea who she was, and her was almost positive that he had locked the door when he came in. So who was she?

"Umm, hello?" The Doctor said, a tad unsure of the girl, who was now looking around, not in shock, but in memory,

"Hello Doctor," The girl replied, not really looking at him,

"Sorry, don't mean to be rude, but who exactly are you, and how did you get on my ship?" The Doctor asked. He wasn't sure quite what to think of the girl, who he now saw had the beginnings of tears in her eyes,

All the Doctor got in response, however, was a small, metal, slightly glowing key. A key to The TARDIS.

"How did you get that?" He breathed, coming over to get a better look,

"It's a long story," She answered, bringing a hand to her face in a feeble attempt at stopping the tears that were beginning to spill out of her tired eyes.

The Doctor beckoned to the girl to come and sit next to him on the large, almost sofa like chair.

"What's your name?" He asked, his breath tickling her ear,

"Rose Tyler…" The girl replied, and began to tell this new Doctor who, exactly, she was.