OK, completely random, but I was watching 'Titanic' the other night and I had inspiration for another fluffy TenRose! Tell me if you like it if you read it…please? I might turn it into a story if you want me too? The place the Doctor and Rose went is a dream I had the other night – and also the nightmare that Rose has later on…

Forbidden Love –

Chapter I

The Doctor and Rose had come back from the planet Urpentine, the birth place of the famous Jayne Austen (who happens to be an alien). As Rose did, she met people and befriended them, talked about their totally different world and compared them both, laughed and had fun…something else Rose usually did…watched them die, and suffer, and begging for help – she took it on herself to think it was her fault.. This wasn't something she usually got over in a day or two, the Doctor knew that. He didn't either – their every face haunting him as if he was somehow at fault for their deaths. Maybe she did, too.

She had nightmares, most nights. He had heard her screaming in anguish before. 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry; please don't leave me, not again.' She would whisper. 'I didn't mean to, please forgive me. I don't want… I don't…' and her brow would furrow in her sleep as she turned over and the Doctor's arms encircled round her and lulled her to sleep with his calming voice. This is what had been happening the past few nights now. The same words over and over again.

'Please don't leave me…I promise to…never let go.'

Earlier on at Urpentine…

She was laughing with him. With the Doctor. Something about a past planet they had visited and ending up getting arrested again for some law they did not know existed. He pulled a few levers, holding her hand and pulling her around the consol gently but chatting with her. The truth was, she wasn't listening that hard. He was holding her hand and she clung on – she was worrying if she should grip lightly or tight. She eventually decided somewhere in the middle, just enough to say 'don't let go' but light enough not to make herself seem to different, or gave away her feelings too much.

She usually found this urge to run up and throw her arms around him for no reason at all, but she felt scared. How would he react? He had told her, hadn't he? That he didn't do relationships. What was it exactly that he had said/ 'You humans, you whither and you die.' That had come across as harsh, so much so, that her throat burned when she thought of him, on his own for the rest of eternity.

So she cherished moments like these, where she could imagine what their love might be from afar.

"We're here!" he called letting go of her far too soon for Roses' liking. She sighed then smiled happily at the total bliss of being somewhere new. She swore that she felt none of this whole life would be the same if it wasn't with him.

She half walked, half skipped to the door and slowly pulled them open and peeking out into the gap.

"Just here to visit an old friend, but I thought we could do some sightseeing. Like it?" He smiled, and lightly ruffled her hair and casually draped his arm around her shoulders.

The swooping feeling in her stomach came back, and trying to ignore it she looked towards the clear, open sky; the trees that looked as if they were dancing when the wind blew through their branches, the open field with thousands of different varieties of flowers – cicadas and daffodils and jasmine plants winding their way up tree trunks. The sea way out in the distance, lost in a sparkling blue haze so that Rose couldn't tell where it ended and where the sky started, the small village at the bottom of the hill they were at…

"Yeah," she said, looking back at him. "Yeah, I…love it."

He looked back at her, his deep eyes boring into hers. "Yup. Nice view, right?" He said, staring back at her.

Mixed signals, Doctor, you're sending mixed signals.

She looked away, ducked under his arm, and blushed profusely, making the Doctor suddenly start, and draw back his arm in confusion and embarrassment.

"Right." He said. "Ummm…well, off we go…Lady's first." He gestured to the path in front of them, and Rose walked on in silence, avoiding his gaze. Instead, she concentrated no the flowers as they lightly caressed her legs when she walked, and pointlessly clarified that it was a pleasant feeling to take her mind off things; especially as she could feel the Doctor's eyes on her back all the way to the bottom of the hill.

It was a nice day…the sun (A/N: Which is inaccurate - the star in their galaxy is probably called something else, like C33N45/apple but it's easier to understand so...Anyway, so continue from 'the sun') was out, for what Rose was thankful for, and several moons which had a green clouded haze surrounding it…she enjoyed herself more when it was warm - it put her in a good mood, and she had a chance to warm her shoulders. There was a gentle and slightly tropical breeze, which cooled the skin, and was refreshing; this was like a small piece of paradise that she could enjoy, which was a change.

The Doctor, picking up his pace so he strode next to her, cleared his throat.

"So, I booked a hotel suite for both of us, a lovely little room with a nice view of the sea...I thought you could use a break after...well, after what happened and all that with...and..."

He trailed off, and fell back, trailing behind her. H as probably referring to Mickey trapped in a parallel universe - the Doctor probably thought that the mood swings she suffered from were because of losing her 'boyfriend'...She suddenly had a brainwave.

"Yeah," she said. "He was like a brother to me, and I'm very sorry to lose his..."

Come on Rose, what's a good word for a non-love relationship. Something that kind of says 'Hey, I'm single and you can have me'?

"...Friendship."

Friendship. Yeah, friendship works.

The Doctor, enthusiastic that she responded, nodded earnestly.

"Yeah, I know...I valued him highly...the only one in the TARDIS I would dare make a joke of...like you said, he was a very good frie-"

The Doctor stopped walking abruptly, and blinked. He walked on slowly, and Rose matched his pace, but kept her eye on the village they were nearing.

"Friend?" She prompted. The Doctor looked at her, as if this was the first time he had set eyes on a human before.

"What happened between you two?"

"What, you mean how we aren't...together?" He nodded. "I called it off ages ago. I guess what I thought was love was security, and a fixed life for ahead. Picnics, kids...marriage." She shuddered. "Now, I can't imagine even kissing him."

"So you're not with him?"

"No."

"No?"

"No." She emphasised.

"Oh. Well, not that it...means anything to me. I'm a Time Lord; these petty human relationships are way beneath my high level of intellect." He sniffed. "I watched one of those soaps once. This woman - let's call her Betty - wouldn't marry the person she loved - Bob - because she thought she wasn't good enough for him. He cried, she cried, she left. One of those tragic stories where they try to find new people to love, fail miserably and end up committing suicide."

He laughed affectionately.

"You humans. You make things so difficult for yourselves. Making out that things have to be so much more complicated than they really are. As long as you're the same race and you love each other, chances are things'll work out, in the end. Otherwise, the situation will become 'Romeo and Juliet' all over again."

He looked at her, his gaze intense, as if willing her to understand something crucial.

The same race.

She understood.

He was saying that they could never work; that they were too different, and could never be together.

He was Time Lord.

She was human.

His two beating hearts, the fact he was immortal. She was weak. It was like he had said before. She would die, in the end. He would live on.

It was like a flower growing in a thorn bush. Their love would suffocate before it had a chance to start.

And she couldn't bear it. It hurt so bad to hear that she could never love him like she dreamed of.

"Race you to the bottom!" She gabbled, and started running. She didn't want him to see the tears in her eyes. They were eventually streaming down her face, blurring her vision so she could barely see. He could hear his shouts behind her.

"Rose, slow down! Come back!" he bellowed.

She didn't listen. Right down to the bottom she ran, tripping and stumbling over rocks but ignoring them. She reached the village, but wasn't about to give up. Through the houses, round twisting corners, through the alley ways and past the river. She stopped at a secluded tree, out of site, and leaned on it; panting and gasping for breath. She slid down the tree, and rested her head on the trunk, still sobbing – so much she could barely breath.

How many times had she cried like this? For people that had hurt her in the past. Jimmy Stone, Mickey, the Doctor…

She should have known he didn't want her. He wanted Madame de Pompadour, Sarah Jane, people that were better than her, and who she could never be.

She was Rose Tyler. A silly little ape, the little girl who always relied on the Doctor to get her out of a situation, dependent, and completely…completely and utterly head over heels over a man who would never want her back. She had thought he cared. She should have known better. Even if he felt for her as she did for him, it wouldn't matter.

It was a forbidden love.

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