This is my first attempt at a Doctor Who fanfic. In fact, it's my first story in several years. This just begged to come out. I know it's short, but I think it says what needs to be said. Set post Doomsday, before season 3.
Every dream begins the same way. With her tucked underneath his chin, fitting perfectly into his arms. Every dream ends the same way, with her falling away, just out of his grasp. And every time, he wakes up with a start, sweat beading on his forehead.
It had been six days. Six days since he had seen his Rose. Six days since he failed her. The tears threatened each time he turned around, each time he reached for the hand that wasn't there. The tears never fell though. He didn't allow himself to feel the hole she had left in his hearts. It was the smallest things that would force him to remember how he had failed her.
So he began to run. He ran through time, jumping from planet to planet, trying to flee the feelings he thought left behind the last time he saw her. Everywhere he looked, though, something reminded him of her: a flash of blonde hair, a laugh, her favorite color. He traveled further and further, finding planets with little or no life. It was on the first planet with no life that he had a new dream.
His Rose was simply standing in front of him, not neatly tucked in his arms like he so wanted. Doctor. She had never spoken in a dream before. Doctor, you can't keep running. She stepped toward him, her hand reaching for his. Even in his dream, he couldn't help reaching for the hand that fit so neatly in his.
Doctor, you have to keep moving on. Defender of the Universe. That's you. Remember, you once told me to keep living my life, day-to-day. An adventure you could never have. But you must. Keep living, that is. When you were torn from me, what hurt most was how I knew you would have trouble moving on. My Doctor, you have to keep moving. Keep saving the Universe. Keep living.
He did not wake from this dream suddenly, this time rising out of a fog that contained his Rose. He lay perfectly still, savoring the sound of her voice, the feeling of her hand in his. He wasn't surprised to find tears upon his cheeks. He would have to get up, he supposed. He had to live on. Keep defending the Universe.