Uh... yeah... SO this is like my first attempt at writing Doctor Who fanfiction and angst. My wonderful friend got me addicted and now my thoughts are constantly about the Doctor and Rose... because seriously? They are the saddest, most adorable couple out there. Maybe after posting this, I'll start working on some fluff... ;)

Yeah... just a heads up: I did not look this over... much. So please excuse my grammar issues (especially with verb tense... the bane of my existence) and my overused words... I wrote this in like 30 min.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who... (But I wish I could meet David Tennant.. cuz HE'S FOXY!)

Why was the universe so cruel? So it wasn't enough to take away his family, planet, and friends? After everything he's does for this stupid world, he couldn't even have her?

Her screams still echo in his mind, as his thoughts are constantly revolving around his little human. There were so many things he needed to show her, to tell her. So many what ifs and if onlys. Before her (his beloved Rose), the nightmares swallowed him up. The death, destruction, and agony that had taken place at the Time War. Nothing could chase them away.

Then she came. The Doctor, saved by his pink and yellow companion. Her personality matched her namesake; beautiful and sweet, but when threatened she could defend herself with her thorns. Rose kicked his horrible nightmares out, and replaced them with dreams filled with hope and love.

Then she left. The nightmares came back, and there was no one but his Rose that could stop them. This time, though, it wasn't about the Time War (with all it's death, destruction, and agony), it was about how he failed. He didn't protect her, and the universe snatched her out of his grasp. His hearts ached and twisted every time he slept. Instead of the safe dreams he's had (of her, because no one else makes his nightmares go away) , he dreams of her death (NOO! JUST HANG ON!). There is no longer a place where he is comforted, not when she's so far away.

He was the Time Lord that didn't have enough time.

He couldn't say the words when he should've.

He was a coward.

It wasn't supposed to happen this way. They were supposed to just hold on to the levers, and then spend forever together (IT'S NOT FAIR). But she was never one to put off saving the world, even if it costed her life.

I miss you, he'd whisper and close his eyes. Then he would steal a pillow from her room, or a blanket, because if he really thought hard about her, he could fool himself into believing she never left. The Doctor smiles softly as he sees her saying 'There's no need to miss me. I'm here, forever.'

But she isn't. And when reality sinks in, he can feel his hands instinctively reaching out for hers, only to find no one is going to reach out for his. And it hurts.

In the end, they were always going to be the Doctor and his Rose. The stuff of legends, people would say. It was nearly impossible to find a planet who hasn't heard of the Bad Wolf and her Oncoming Storm. (after all, it was better with two)

But he was never going to get his happy ending. Not in this universe.

Yup... Pretty short... and horribly depressing. Please no flames... O_o but it's not like I can stop you or anything. sigh..

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