Hello everyone! This is my second piece of DW fanfiction and it's kind of super exciting. Rose & 10/10too, takes place sometime during the 2008-10 specials, where the Doctor is traveling by himself. Enjoy~

Oh and I don't have any sort of legal claim on anything British or alien.

Introduction

Honestly, the Doctor was just having a very bad day.

He was acting apathetic towards everything, and was considering just parking the TARDIS in a random corner of space and letting it drift for a while, hopefully not hitting anything that he would end up having to repair. He was chalking up his sudden change in character to jet lag (which is silly, because time lords can't get jet lag) and was trying to convince himself he just needed a rest. The thing was that he knew the real reason he felt so off and was just actively trying to ignore it. The real reason was because he missed Rose. Now, he would normally have some other perky companion to drag along into trouble with him and take his mind off things, and usually it worked. He could refocus his mind for weeks or months, but then there would be those days where all he could see was Rose's face and the hard reality of her being gone and how much he missed her would just hit him.

And how he really did miss her.

Of course he loved all of his companions and they all held a special place in his heart, but his relationship with Rose had been something different. It had been something else entirely, because he had loved her and he knew she loved him back. Had they not been separated they were bound to have expressed their mutual admiration eventually; probably sooner than later. But the hard truth was they had been ripped apart and he missed her. It was as simple as that, and as much as he missed her he was glad she was not missing him. He had managed to give her a version of himself as one finale parting gift. Somewhere, Rose Tyler was living her life out with her Doctor.

Oh, hold on, that gave him an idea.

Suddenly, the Doctor was at the controls, madly pushing buttons and pulling levers. He was not thinking rationally and he knew what he was doing was highly frowned upon, but in that instance he didn't care. He just continued on, convinced his plan was brilliant and not accepting any other opinions.

He stopped and looked around at the vast, empty TARDIS. Everyone was gone; there were no other opinions to challenge his own. He pictured Rose standing at the consol next to him, stroking his hair or his arm, but she was gone. He picture Martha obediently holding down a lever or shouting out readings, trying to impress him, but she was gone too. And he pictured Donna, bold, witty Donna, hanging on as they got thrown around and shouting about how he had no idea what he was doing. She was gone now too. It was just one brilliant, mad mind making completely irrational decisions, at his most dangerous but most determined.

The TARDIS protested some as he felt himself tear through one dimension to the next, but he pressed on. She didn't like dimension jumping, never did. Even for a time machine two separate points in reality existing simultaneously was hard to comprehend and rough to deal with, especially ripping through them the way the Doctor currently was.

He watched the screens intensely, just waiting for the right numbers to pop up indicating he was in the right place at approximately the right time. He would only have a few seconds to land the TARDIS before they crossed into the next world and missed her completely. But he had confidence this would work. The whole time it felt like Rose was standing next to him, her hand on his, encouraging him. He knew this was going to work. He had to see Rose again. He had to.

Suddenly, the right sequence came up on one of the monitors. He let out a roar (mainly for dramatic effect), as he slammed his hand down onto the emergency break button. The TARDIS lurched to a stop, throwing the Doctor from the consol and a little ways across the room, and whined in protest. The Doctor muttered kind words to her and she eventually stopped. The TARDIS had always liked Rose.

As he stepped out of the machine he got a good look around. He was on a street corner of a suburban looking neighborhood. It was nice, with lots of trees growing around the make the houses seem private yet united. He ventured out a little further. Things looked 21st century-ish. Good, always good when he lands in the right time period.

He walked along the side walk, looking from house to house, waving his sonic around getting readings on each place. He probably only walked for about a minute or so before the sonic picked up on her. He looked intently on the light blue house in the trees. It was cute, it had a little porch and a rose bush next to the steps. Ironic, the Doctor though, Rose had obviously been trying her hand at some gardening.

It just seemed so domestic. Not like Rose at all. But then again this is exactly what he hoped would happen, that she would settle down and raise a family some place. Kids. That's something he had not thought about before. His hearts started to pick up speed the slightest bit. What if they had kids?

Right then the front door opened and he jumped to the ground behind a car parked on the side of the road. He crouched down and peered out through the windows. It was them, Rose and himself, or his other self. Rose and the Metacrisis either way. He couldn't take his eyes off of Rose. She looked like she hadn't been up for very long. Now that the Doctor was thinking about it he looked around. It was early morning, probably a little after dawn he was suspecting. Maybe around 6:30 or so. She still had her bath robe on, a light lavender color that she was holding securely around her. Her blonde hair was up and messy and she held a cup of coffee in one hand, and had her other on the other Doctor's arm. They shared a few words, she kissed him, and they parted. She closed the door and went back inside. Now the Doctor looked at the Metacrisis. He was dressed in a blue suit, classic Doctor attire, and carried a briefcase. He was probably going off to work. Again, it just seemed so domestic to the Doctor. Rose and he husband living a life day after day. He remembered when she suggested that when they were on the impossible planet. She had obviously been embarrassed after she said it, but the Doctor was internally beaming. He wanted that with her too, but he knew he would never be able to settle down. That's why he liked his current plan, but he realized he was losing time as the Meta was about to get in his car and drive off.

The Doctor ran over to the car and intercepted the other Doctor. The Meta looked up at first startled by the stranger and then surprised, seeing his face reflected. "It's you," He said bluntly.

"Yeah," the Doctor said, looking over at the house to make sure Rose wasn't at the door or window or anything like that. "Listen mate, I need to ask you a favor."

I hope to have the next chapter written/posted by tomorrow, as I am off school and only work evening, leaving me with lots of writing time. R&R to let me know what you think. :) Thanks all