This is the first in a series of short drabbles. I don't know how many I'll, do, it really depends on how much time I have. But it takes place at the end of season four, right after Ten meets Rose in the snow.
Rose couldn't keep the smile off her face as she skipped through the empty, powdered streets to the house. Her mum probably wouldn't be back for a while, so she wouldn't wait up.
That man… He was wearing funny clothes, and he had a funny look on his face. She couldn't shake the feeling that he knew her - she certainly didn't know him, but there was a way that you look at your closest friends, and that was the look she'd gotten from him.
She opened the door to the flat and stamped her snowy boots out of the welcome mat. Then, her hat was off and her scarf was unwound and draped over a coat hook to dry out. She collapsed into her bed, exhausted. New Year's parties were always crazy.
As Rose snuggled into the blankets, her thoughts danced back to that man. He'd said that she'd have a good year. A good 2005. And, although he was just some drunken party-goer, she knew in her bones that he'd be right.