A/N; I wrote the poem for English class. Was an assignment to write a poem about a place where someone is from, and I picked Gallifrey for some reason. Doctor/Rose fluff is just for fun. I actually have NO idea when it's set, somewhere between 'Rose' and 'Doomsday'. Yes, that means I'm not entirely sure whether he's 9 or 10. The poem feels like nine to me (even though it wasn't supposed to be), but the dialogue seems like ten. I'd love critique, and I also REALLY want to hear which Doctor people think it is. Poem's mine, but everything belongs to BBC.

The skies always looked as if they were on fire

The second place metal shimmered on the trees

Always there, never noticed. Not by him.

The centre of time, home of the lords of time

The fixed location he never wanted, never needed.

The one who ran way, cast away, got away

The people who made the rules of time

Brilliant people, two hears with a beat you could dance to

Lords of space and time, and their glimmering planet

Skies aflame, burned by a thousand suns

A lonely god of space and time

The one who ran away from order

The Doctor who tried to heal the universe

But couldn't stop the flaming skies

From burning into ash

I live on.

"Doctor?"

The Doctor dropped the pen into the grating of the TARDIS, startled by the voice. Looking over towards the source, he saw Rose standing in the doorway, dressed in jeans and a blue hoodie, her blonde hair newly straightened. "Morning." He greeted her. It probably wasn't actually morning, but it could be any time in the TARDIS, and he knew she'd recently woken up, and he'd been recently lectured that 'morning' was the appropriate greeting. He was still learning about humans.

"Want to get somethin..." Rose started to ask, but as she came closer to him, she trailed off, seeing both the paper on the ground and the tear still glistening on his cheek. "Is something wrong?" She asked him, clearly worried.

"No, course not. Nothing's wrong. I'm fine." He tried to assure her, though he wasn't exactly doing to well of convincing himself. "Really." He added, smiling.

Rose put an arm around the Doctor's shoulders, and glanced at the paper he was still trying to hide. The cursive letters at the top spelled out the word 'Gallifrey'. She didn't recognise the word, but she knew it was his planet. "I bet it was beautiful." She told him, smiling gently.

"It was" He answered, now looking into Rose's eyes. "You would have loved it." He told her. "Orange skies, the trees had silver leaves. And the people had silly hats, and really egotistical names."

"Names like what? Other... professions" She asked him, genuinely curious about his lost home.

"Yeah..." He answered. "Friend of mine from school called himself the Master." The Doctor told her, grinning. He left out the fact that by the end, 'friend' wasn't the word he would use so much as 'mortal enemy'.

"You went to school, Doctor?" Rose asked, surprised. There wasn't a reason why he wouldn't have, but it had never occurred to her that someone who was as different as he was would have spent any time in a classroom.

"Not as much as I was supposed to" He grinned sheepishly. "Didn't like it much. Too much of me sitting, and them lecturing about not messing with timelines. I liked to explore, figure things out for myself."

Rose laughed. Some people never changed. "I used to skip school a lot too. Mostly to shop, talk with my friends, watch films and pretend we were the characters."

"This as good as a film?" The Doctor asked.

"Better." Rose answered him, grabbing his hand and squeezing

"Want to get some chips?" He switched the subject, smiling at her. She nodded in approval, and they got up, still hand in hand, and went off into the universe, in search for fried fish and potatoes.