Trying out a new one-shot, slight AU fic. Here goes. (very short, sorry)

Rose sits on the floor of her room, dark eyebrows furrowed and blonde hair falling across her pretty face. Her dark amber eyes are large, but they are narrowed as she angrily brushes away eraser bits from her drawing. It's about three feet long by two feet wide. The portrait is of an unknown man, seemingly around her age, with sort of tan skin and slightly spiked, soft, pale brown hair. His eyes are bluish, and he has a sort of long, straight nose. He isn't smiling, but he doesn't seem to be unpleasant. However, this picture seems to come to life as he stares off into the distance, to some place that is nonexistent in the image, since it's only his face in profile, with a totally unidentifiable tree in the background. Rose has no idea who he is, but had a sudden urge to draw him, making every detail perfect as she sees it in her mind. Even the tiny detail of his name was clear – Rory.

Rory smiles as Amy runs away from him, teasing him, trying to get him to play tag like they're kids again. Eventually, he gives in, but when they stop and sit on a bench, he decides that he should tell her about something he'd been thinking about earlier.

"Hey, Amy, I've got to tell you about something."

"Yeah? Tell me, then."

He describes a handsome man with bright, clear blue-gray eyes and dark brown hair. He has a slight spattering of freckles and very photogenic face, but he isn't smiling. Instead, he's looking behind Rory, not at him, somewhere that Rory couldn't see. When Amy asks what he means by "see," Rory doesn't know. What he does know is that the name Jack popped into his head whenever he thought of the strange man.

Jack wakes up from an odd dream that he can't remember, and takes up his pen and journal and begins to write. He isn't sure why, but this is what he ends up with:

Her face is angular and pretty, with bright green eyes and long, straight reddish ginger hair, and freckles slightly thicker than mine. She is tall, although I can't see past her neck, and her skin is pale. Her eyes twinkle with a slight mischief, but her face seems hardened somehow. I don't know why, exactly. She isn't looking at me, but at something behind me. I don't even know where I got the image from, but it was really weird. I felt like I had to describe her before she faded away. Amy, I think her name was.

Amy frowns slightly.

"You know, that reminds me. I was going to tell you earlier, but I forgot. I had a dream about a girl. She had blonde hair and dark eyebrows, a pretty, sort of rounded face, and light brown… no, amber eyes. And she was concentrating at something else, too, just sort of off into the distance. I think her name was Rose. Weird, huh?"

"Yeah. I wonder what it's supposed to mean."

"Probably nothing. I mean, we have dreams all the time, right?"

"Not that clearly, though. We'll figure it out at some point, though. I wonder if the Doctor would be able to help."

"Maybe. But he hasn't visited for four months – who knows when he'll show up?"

Sorry for the short length. Reviews are much appreciated as always!