Title: Home
Author: Megan Faye
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who
Author's Note: This started out as a small one-shot, and snowballed. Here's hoping for another good story!
This story deals with depression, romance, fluff, love, hurt, comfort, trust, and new beginnings
Rose padded into her bedroom. It was late, and she was emotionally exhausted. She'd seen her Doctor leave, and left her a shadow of himself to be hers, forever. It was bittersweet. He was Him, but at the same time he wasn't. Years earlier, The Doctor had told her, "You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend mine with you."
Things had now changed. This man would age, he would catch colds, hurt his back doing something he shouldn't do, and he could die. Rose hated the thought of him as mortal.
"Rose?" he called sleepily from the bed. She sank into the bed with him, and pressed herself against his back, drawing him closer. He smelled clean and sweet after a long soak in the bath. She could feel him breathing, one heart beating, and something else. He was struggling to breath.
"What's wrong?"
"I'll never be able to go home. My whole world is gone."
"Mine was, too, once," she offered. "But, tell you what, I'll make this your home. Right? You have me, my mum and dad, and Tony, who is going to just adore you. Once the shock wears off, we'll start making your life here." she squeezed him and let her hand linger at his one heart. "You're not alone, love. You have me."
The Doctor knew he would be all right, but everything felt off. His heart beating was wrong, his hair even felt different. He was lost.