Rose Gold

Disclaimer: Doesn't belong to me (unfortunately).

Summary: Rose inhaled the Time Vortex and saved the world, the Doctor took it from her and saved Rose. But what if he didn't? At least, not entirely….

Author's note: This is my first fanfic, so I'm just writing and I'll see how it goes. It's been done, I know. If someone likes it, maybe it'll become more than one-shot. I know it's short, but it's only a tentative prologue. Constructive criticism appreciated! Otherwise, enjoy – and forgive me if you don't!

I can see the whole of time and space - every single atom of your existence, and I divide them.
Everything must come to dust... all things. Everything dies.

I can see everything.
All that is... all that was... all that ever could be.

It had been a few days, now, with her new Doctor. The new Doctor… now that was taking some getting used to. It probably hadn't helped either – just added to the one hell of a headache she'd been having since she'd had the bright idea of looking into the Time Vortex. Oh, she didn't regret it – no regrets, she couldn't afford them – but she definitely wasn't appreciating the massive, blinding, Time Vortex-hangover. 'Course, neither had the Christmas invasion done much to help, but they'd scraped through, saved the world with a Satsuma, and once again gone on their merry way. Just yesterday, the new doctor had promised that after a brief stop in a nice, remote corner of the universe to fiddle around with the something-or-other in the TARDIS that he thought needed fixing, or playing with, that they'd be heading off to visit Barcelona. He did get quite excited over those dogs with no noses – Rose was still a tad cautious about believing that one, but she supposed she'd soon see for herself. But now, while the Doctor was busy fixing the TARDIS, Rose finally had time to think. And what she was thinking was starting to scare her.

What she was thinking was that she had noticed some things – strange things. Usually when something was troubling her, she'd go straight to her Doctor and he'd explain it all, or give it a go, anyway. But she didn't quite know how this new Doctor would react if she went and asked him why it was she kept waking from dreams, odd dreams, dreams of things she'd never seen even with the Doctor – and why it was that she'd wake with a lingering gold glow to her. At first, she'd thought she was going mad, but it stayed, and it happened again, and now she didn't quite know what to do. She thought he might notice soon, though, because she also seemed to know things – things that she shouldn't, things she'd certainly never learnt. She was sure there were books on all of it in the TARDIS library but she'd barely been in there, let alone read any of them. And she was slipping. She kept asking questions about things that Rose Tyler shouldn't know, things she was certain she'd had no idea about before now. Just this morning, watching the Doctor in the console room, cursing (this new one had quite the vocabulary) the Quantum Defractor, she'd suggested that he re-route it through the Reductor and that should fix it right away. She'd just said it, hadn't even thought about it – and when she turned out to be right, she'd had to leave the room to hide the scared look on her face, and to get away from the curious look he'd given her.

Rose Tyler was not a genius, but she knew something definitely was not right – but what?

A/N: Well, guys, let me know. Hope you liked it!