Hey, so this is my first fanfic, please don't judge me! I don't want to beg for review or anything because I believe if it's good enough (or absolutely terrible!) reviews will come, but if you are kind enough to drop by then I'll take everything, flames and all! Oh, and I promise to reply to everyone of them in a PM (that goes for favs and alerts too), and please feel free to drop suggestions and ideas down below, I love to hear from you! So, on with the story!

Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who I probably wouldn't be writing this now, would I? Although, I do own a banana or two and some fish custard...

I stopped.

I just couldn't believe it.

After all this time I'd finally found her again. My Rose.

There she was standing outside a nice little semi somewhere in the countryside. She was laughing, happy. Two little kids ran around her. Wait, she was a mum? How? When? I crept a bit closer, and it hit me. The metacrisis. I could see my past regeneration in these children, in their huge war brown eyes, and their gravity defying hair. It was the perfect moment. The sun shone, and they laughed together. A family, something I would never have.

Just for a moment I thought Rose's eyes flickered in my direction, but then, she turned, scooping up one of the tiny toddlers.

'Daddy, Daddy!' It yelled at the top of its voice. My breath hitched as he walked into view. I was so desperately jealous of a ... clone. How sad I am. Must have got to old, too lonely. But he really did have it all, the perfect wife, the perfect kids in the perfect house, the perfect life. I sighed. Since when was I this bitter? I rocked back on my heels trying to get a grip on my sadness that was spiralling out of control.

'You all right mister?' A tiny voice chirped be side me, startling me out of my skin. 'You look sad.'

I sighed. It was all I could manage.

'Here, come wi' me,' She said, in a perfect imitation of Rose's accent. 'My mum'll make you fell all better!'

Ha. As if. But no amount of protesting could save me now. This tiny child dragged me along closer and closer to my doom.

'Oh Sarah-Jane, you nearly gave me a heart attack! Don't do that again!' She lightly scolded. I couldn't believe it. Finally face to face with her. I felt my hearts constrict. 'Now who's this you've got? Always bringing in the strays!' She said as she bent down, giving the child a torturous Tyler tickle. Then I realised she was looking at me.

'Oh ... um... well... I'm ...' II desperately racked my scrambled brains trying to remember a name, anything to help me. 'I'm ... John ... John Smith ...' I trailed off helplessly...

'Original weren't they, your parents!' She smirked at me with that smile. Oh that gorgeous smile that had just a hint of tongue peeping through. 'Funny that, I used to know I bloke who went by the name of John smith ...' Her eyes clouded over dreamily.

'Oh well ... Um ... Right, I'll be going now ... See you round sometime!' I said as cheerily as possible, while I knew that would never happen. I turned slowly, and walked away from that perfect life I could never have, not even for a second.

'Wait, John!' I turned. Had I forgotten something? I looked at her tentatively, just seeing her face made me want to fall onto my knees and cry. 'Stay a while? Won't you? The banana bread's almost ready, you can join us. If you like, that is.'

My heart leapt. Just for a while I was going to be a part of that life. I looked up and met her gaze.

'I'd love too.'