Well, this is my Doctor Who story. My apologies if this seems a bit rushed, I wrote it in the dark at 9:30 at night. It's so funny, because I dozed off and dreamed this before I wrote it down, and the way I was dreaming was like the actual show! At the end of this chapter I could hear the theme music and the opening credits appeared. How strange is that?

Anywhos, I don't own Doctor Who. I wish I did though! David Tennant...meow...

Oh! Another thing, I based the strange man in this chapter on Jack Davenport...meow!

The morning dawned cold and clear over the small bay. All was still except for the gentle waves lapping against the shore, and the movement inside the small manor that overlooked the rocky shallow shore.

A young woman sat at the dining room table within the manor, one hand caressing a coffee mug while the other raked at her short tangled blonde hair.

"I'm about to fall asleep sitting up Mickey. Are babies always this loud?" She mumbled to the man sitting across from her. He put a hand on hers, his brown skin contrasting against her pale skin.

"It's not so bad. You just have to block it out." He said with a smile. He recieved a glare in reply. He chuckled and sat back. Mickey blinked, and a confused look passed over his features.

"Did you-"

"Do you-"

"Sorry Rose.You go first." Mickey said, shaking his head.

"Do you think...I'l ever be happy again?"

Mickey sighed, debating on whether or not to be truthful.

"It's been almost two years. I think you should at least try. It hurts all of us to see you like this." He replied softly.

Rose nodded thoughtfully, taking another sip of coffee. She shrugged.

"Maybe I should..." She was cut by a loud knocking on the door. Mickey stood up, but Rose shook her head.

"I'll get it. I wonder who it is?" She said as she stood up.

"Maybe it's a Cyberman! At least it would give us something to do!" Mickey snickered. Rose rolled her eyes as she left the room. The knocking was getting louder and more frantic.

"Hold on, hold on! I'm coming!" Rose yelled at the front door. She pulled open the door and blinked.

Leaning against the doorway was a large man clad in a tight brown pinstripe suit and long brown coat. His sleeves were burned almost to the shoulder and were smoking, but his arms seemed free of any injury. His dark brown, almost black, hair was wild and giving off little puffs of dust when he moved. He was panting heavily and smiling.

"Can I help you?" Rose asked. The man looked up, snd she noticed his eyes were a startling bright green.

"Hello!" He said happily. His voice was deep, and had a slight cockney tinge to it.

"Hi." Rose responded.

"Do you-oh." He paused and cleared his throat. "Dear gods, my voice is deep! It's never been this deep before. That'll take some time getting used to...Sorry! Got a bit side-tracked!"

"'S all right." Rose said, taking another look at the man's clothes. The suit and coat looked so familiar, Rose could've sworn that she'd seen them before.

"Do you happen to know where a miss Rose Tyler lives? It's dreadfully important that I find her soon, because guess what? I did it! I actually did it! Can I have a hug?"

Before Rose could respond, the strange man grabbed her and pulled her into a tight hud. Rose stiffened up, unsure of what to do. A strang look passed over the man's face as he pulled out of the hug. He held Rose at arm's length and peered at her face.

"Rose? Is that you? My eyesight is so bloody blurry..." He asked, before he pressed his lips aganst hers in a passionate kiss. Rose's eyes flew open in alarm and she struggled to free one of her arms. Once she did she gave the man a good slap in the face.

He stumbled back, a happy look on his face as he placed a hand on his stinging cheek.

"Hoo-hoo! That's my Rose!"

"Who the hell are you?" Rose asked angrily, wiping the moistness from her lips. The man leaned close to her face, emerald eyes glinting in happiness.

"Do you want to know who I am Rose Tyler?"

He leaned close to her ear, voice lowering to a whisper.

"Take a few steps outside," His voice seemed to change, from deep to lighter with an accent that ranged from Mid-Scotland to East London. It was a voice that Rose knew all too well, a voice she knew with every fiber of her being that she thought she would never hear again.

He leaned over to her other ear.

"Take a step outside, and look to your left." His voice changed again, this time with a Northern accent. Rose started shaking, for the second voice belonged to a man long since gone.

"I did it..." He whispered back in the first voice, the deep drawl, and weezed a laugh before his eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed onto Rose.

She let out a yelp. The man was a lot heavier than he looked. She eased him onto the floor where he layed there, unconsious and with a smile on his face, as Mickey ran into the hallway.

"What happened? Who's he?" He asked, staring at the man on the floor.

Rose didn't answer, but simply stepped pass the man and stood outside in the cold. Her breath formed into little puffs of ice as she exhaled and slowly turned to the left. Her heart skipped a beat and her breath caught in her throat.

There, standing tall and proud like a silent sentry, was none other than the bright blue police call box known as the TARDIS.

...You can almost hear the suspenceful music...leave a review on the way out peoples!