Cuz I can, I had to write this slightly angsty blurb about the Tenth Doctor and Rose's jacket. I ship Nine/Rose all the way, but I love Ten/Rose as well so I had to get this out and tie them all together. This takes place after 'Doomsday' (obviously) and just after Donna leaves at the end of 'The Runaway Bride', it's just Ten, but it mentions Rose, Donna, and Nine.
Now that Donna is gone, the TARDIS is too quiet, too empty and Rose's jacket is still slung over the railing. He doesn't know what to do, where to go, and with no one traveling with him, he has nothing to keep his mind occupied and that damn jacket is mocking him.
Walking to it, the Doctor picks it up and can't help himself as he brings it to his nose and takes a deep inhale. Closing his eyes, he knows what he has to do, so he turns and starts down the hall, his steps slow and measured as he approaches what was her room. Once he reaches it, he stands and leans his head against the door, trying to convince himself to open the damn thing. Taking a deep breath, he reaches for the handle and pushes the door open and looks around.
The room is a mess, the bed is unmade, there are clothes strewn about, a pair of pajama pants are lying a foot from the hamper and an open book lies on the bedside table. Taking another deep breath, he moves forward, keeping his eyes on the closet, his only destination. He steps over the clothes, the shoes, and stands before the doors and pauses before he opens them and takes a moment to stare at the nearly empty space, and he glances back, just once, before reaching for a hanger. He pulls one out and slips her jacket on it and places it inside, and his hand lingering on it for a moment. Turning, he goes to leave the room, when something near the back catches his eye. Reaching back, he is surprised to find his leather jacket, the one worn by his former self, hanging there.
He had wondered where it went, when he returned to the TARDIS after his regeneration, he had noticed that it was missing from his wardrobe. He had asked her about it of course, he loved that jacket, but she had told him that she must have left it behind. He notices a faint scent on it and when he brings it to his nose, he can smell her there, it's faint, mixed in with the scent from his previous self, but it's there and he wonders how often she wore it.
Feeling tears well in his eyes he reaches back into the closet and pulls out the hanger holding her jacket and slips his over it before replacing them both in the closet. He closes the door, and makes his way back out to the hall and takes one last glance around before he shuts the door for the last time.