AN/ Here's a bit of post 'Doomsday', kinda post 'Runaway Bride,' TARDIS POV angst/fluff. Part of my TARDIS 100 series and beated by the lovely LilCosette. I don't own Doctor Who. I don't even own the laptop I wrote this on. Inspired by a photo I saw on LiveJournal.

I miss her, my Doctor. I miss Rose.

I tried to express my grief in the ways I know how. I was difficult, slow to respond, especially when it came to looking after another blonde female human. I threw a tantrum, started a fire. This was a representation of my anger at the whole situation. I couldn't land in the location where Rose was and feel her mind as she ran through my doors. I wanted to, but I couldn't, and then you had me running along a road, chasing a cab to save someone I didn't particularly care about at the time. I sulked after the fire, refusing to take off. I didn't want to go anywhere or do anything. I wanted to be left alone for a spell, and you honoured that.

I know you were hurting too. The grief you felt was just as extreme as when we lost Gallifrey. You blocked it, distracted by Donna and her situation. It was only when she continued to bring Rose up in her irritating, never-ending voice that you came crashing back to the fact that you lost her and she couldn't come back.

The only hope we could cling to was that she was still alive. Her body was not with us, but a large part of her spirit still resounded within my vast walls. All of her belongings were still in her room, which I sealed off and shuffled to the back. If you ever wanted to go there to reminisce or grieve, I would give it to you, Doctor. Until that time however, it would be a secret shrine.

By the end of our adventures with Donna, I was feeling better. There was still a lingering sadness that only time would be able to heal. I knew that your emotional wound was still pretty raw. We both felt like we were alone. That was why you asked Donna if she wanted to come along, why you felt a little bit of hurt when she said 'no.' You weren't fooling anyone, least of all me, when you said you didn't need anyone.

The parallels were uncanny. It was Christmas again, only this time I had to supply the snow. At least my snow was better than some ash shower.

I wanted to show you, my Doctor, that I cared. That I knew what you were going through because I was going through it too. I also wanted to let you know something, something I had slowly come to realise. It was the simple fact that we were going to be okay. One way or another we were going to move on together. She was gone, but not forgotten.

So after I blasted off into space in a blatant display of showing off, I gave you a gift. Rose's blue jean jacket, was still in my console room. I placed it on the small seat by my controls. Nestled on top of the jacket was a bouquet of two dozen pink roses wrapped in a simple Earth newspaper. You smiled sadly when you saw that. I sent a strong feeling of warmth and love your way.

She wouldn't want us to be alone. She wouldn't want us to mope. Let us honour her by continuing on.

"Yeah," you whispered. "She's so alive, and so are we. Can't let an adventure pass us by, so let's go see what we can find."

You smiled, flicked a switch, and away we went.