I don't own Doctor Who. All characters belong to Moffat and Davies. I'm just borrowing them.
Rose Tyler sat at her desk in her office in Torchwood. She sighed as she read over the papers in front of her. In the five years she had been running the London branch of Torchwood, the decisions never got any easier. A crashed space ship had been found with an alien still in it. It was a species she had never she before in all her travels with Doctor. She would have to show the file to John and see if he recognized it from any of the Doctor's memories.
Rose leaned back in her chair as she thought about all that had happened since the Doctor had left her and his human clone on that beach in Norway. It had been awkward at first. She had been upset that the Doctor had left her again; after all she had gone through to find him. However, after a couple of weeks she had spent hiding in her work, she saw that the clone, who had been dubbed John Smith, was not doing much better than her.
She started by just talking to him. He had been struggling with the fact he did not have the TARDIS anymore. Though he at least had a place to live with the Tyler's, he was trying to cope in a strange world. He had to get used to the fact that he would no longer be able to run into the TARDIS and be able to visit any time or place in the universe.
She tried to talk to him every day. First they had talked about how he was coping or her cases at Torchwood. She tried to help him adjust to a life lived on only one planet and to live as a human. After a few months they were able to start talking about her time on the TARDIS and the Doctor.
He had all of her Doctor's memories. However, he was a separate person with both the Doctor's and Donna's memories and personalities. He was a separate person but he had the same feelings for her the Doctor had never been able to admit to Rose. Eventually they were both healed enough to start a romantic relationship. Two years later they were married.
Rose closed the file on her desk and stood up. She went to find her husband who would be in the Torchwood lab. John had refused to become a member of Torchwood but had been willing to help their scientists as long they didn't hurt any aliens. The new Torchwood policy since Pete and Mickey had taken over years prior was to never harm any aliens they discovered unless it was self-defense.
Rose found him tinkering with some gadget on his desk. He looked up when he heard her enter and started talking at his usual speed of a mile-a-minute. "Ah, Rose, look at this-", he held up the device in his hand. "I haven't seen one of these since I visited Kilos IV. Accidently started a revolution." He looked slightly sheepish. Though he was a different person he had a tendency of referring to any of the Doctor's or Donna memories as though he had been the one to live them.
"Was there something you wanted?" he asked. "What, I can't just want to see my husband?" she asked as she went over to him and kissed him. After they broke apart he said "Well you could but you usually want my impute on something when we're at work." He glanced at her knowingly.
"You're right," she smiled with her tongue between her teeth. "A crashed spaceship was found with an unknown alien species found in it. I've never seen it in my travels with the Doctor." They shared a look. Sometimes they both wondered if the Doctor was doing alright. She handed him the file. Before he could look at it, a note appeared on his desk. John stuck out his hand to grab the note. Rose reached out to stop him and both touched the note at the same time. They disappeared instantly and the file landed open on John's desk.
Jack Harkness sat at the bar with a drink in his hand. It had been several months since he had last seen the Doctor. Jack had continued to travel around the universe doing as he wished but worry for the Doctor was always at the back of his mind. The Doctor had seemed different during his last visit. He had looked upset which was what made the Jack so worried about his friend. Jack felt he owed the Doctor since he had still been willing to try to comfort Jack after the events with the 456. Even Jack had not forgiven himself for that. Suddenly a note appeared in front of him. Though he knew it wasn't a smart idea Jack grabbed the note. He disappeared in an instant and his glass fell to the counter, the liquid inside spilling everywhere.
Martha Jones-Smith walked into her living room and headed to the couch. Mickey was already sitting there watching the telly. They had just finished another case of a Sontaren running amuck in London. As she sat down on the couch, she said "You know, this case reminded me of the last time we went after a Sontaren. The last time we saw the Doctor."
It had scared her and Mickey when they saw the Doctor just standing there looking at them. He hadn't made a move to go to them or tried to talk to them. He simply looked at them, then turned and walked away, back to his TARDIS. Martha had a feeling it would be the last time either of them saw the Doctor. She worried about him sometimes, when she wasn't busy with her work and she had time to remember all the wonderful places he had taken her to visit. She knew Mickey worried too, though they rarely mentioned it.
"I know. Me too," Mickey replied. He turned to face her. "I wonder what it was that could have made him look like that, like he wouldn't be seeing us again." He placed his hand on her arm in a gesture of comfort. She thought about what he had just mentioned.
"I don't think he died. I'd like to believe that if he did we would know somehow, that at least his past companions would be notified." She stared into space as she thought about it. Mickey responded, "I think he's still out there somewhere, having adventures and getting into trouble."
Before Martha could continue the conversation a piece of paper appeared in midair and fell into her lap. She and Mickey went to grab it at the same time and as soon as their fingers touched the paper they disappeared.
Amelia Pond marched into her tiny kitchen on her way to talk to her husband Rory. Though the kitchen was tiny it had all the appliances that were available to them in 1940s New York. Though the apartment was small compared to the house the Doctor had bought them, it was relatively big for New York City. It even had a guest bedroom.
It had been hard when they first landed in the past. Luckily River had been able to get enough money to pay for rent to an apartment until they jobs. Rory had been able to fulfill his dream of becoming a doctor thanks some forged papers from River that stated he graduated from a prominent medical school as a top student. He had still had to earn a position as an accomplished doctor but with hard work and long days he been able to do it.
Amy had at first been gotten a job as a waitress since there weren't many jobs available to women in the 1940s. However, she had quit after a few months since she absolutely hated it. She had decided the second she quit that she was going to have a career as a writer no matter what it took. Rory, of course, backed her completely. It had taken several years and a whole lot of hard work but she had been able to write and published her first book Summer Falls. Her many adventures with the Doctor had been her inspiration. She had hoped it would bring children some of the same joy the Doctor had been able to give her.
Much to her surprise it had become a successful children's book. With the money she made from her book and Rory made from his job they were able to live comfortably, though it was not quite up to their 21st century standards.
The one person Amy had never stopped missing was her Raggedy man. At least she had been able to see her daughter again when River had dropped off the Melody Malone book for Amy to publish. She didn't regret her decision to let the angel take her. A life without Rory wasn't one she ever wanted to live. Nonetheless, she still missed the Doctor. She still half expected to hear the TARDIS materialize outside their widow. She had even cried a few times, late at night when she had been unable to find sleep. She knew Rory missed him too for all that they tried not to talk about the Doctor or the life they had been forced to leave behind. Sometimes she would find him staring out the window as though he too expected to see the TARDIS appear on the sidewalk out front.
Rory was standing by the counter making a sandwich as Amy entered the kitchen. It was a rare Saturday that they both had off from work. They were trying to make the most of it. They already had plans to go out to dinner but were still trying to decide what to do in the meantime.
"I still say we should go see a movie," Rory argued as he finished making his sandwich and handed Amy a plate with the sandwich he had made for her on it. She took a bite, swallowed, and said "Rory. We're both off for the first time in months. It's a gorgeous Saturday. And you want to spend it indoors." She just looked at him.
Rory put down his half eaten sandwich to better make his case. "We have the chance to see It's a Wonderful Life in theaters, with all the people who are seeing it for the first time. You know I've always loved that movie." He picked up his sandwich again as he waited for Amy's retort. "Rory, we are stuck in the past as you very well know. We are going to have a hundred chances to go see old movies playing in theaters for the first time. There will not always be good enough weather to-"
Amy was cut off mid-sentence as a piece of paper landed on the counter. Both Ponds froze and Amy immediately stopped talking. Both of them were thinking the same thing. Nothing like this had happened to them since they had said goodbye to the Doctor. They glanced at each other and then each reached for the paper. The second their fingers touched the paper they disappeared.
Thanks to anyone who read this! I'm excited to write this story. All reviews are welcome even criticism. Seriously, even if you hate it if you could tell me what you hated about it that would great. I'm trying to improve my writing skills. Thanks!
