Did anyone ever think that in The End of Time, when the Doctor said goodbye to Rose, it created a new memory? One she would have noticed being created, stuck in the parallel universe with the meta crisis? No? Well, I did, and this was the result. This will be a one shot, but I hope you like it.
I bet you're going to have a really great year. Rose Tyler sat up straight in bed, gasping. John Noble, her husband of six months, groggily rose from next to her, rubbing his eyes.
"Rose, what's wrong?" He asked. Rose turned to him and wrapped her arms around her husband. She felt a tear trickle down her cheek and pulled back to wipe it away.
"I've got a new memory. January the 1st, 2005. It was him." John looked at her in shock. He knew exactly who she meant, and figured that the Doctor would have more sense than that, but if he had, it must have been really important."He was in an alleyway, and he was hurting, John. I could tell. I thought he was drunk. Didn't even know what year it was. The year I met him. Old him, with the big ears. He told me-" Rose's voice broke. She felt more tears slide down her face and John hugged her again, pressing her to his bare chest. "He told be I was going to have a great year."
"And you did. It's okay, Rose. I'm here. It's okay." John whispered to her.
"John, he was saying goodbye. He was dying again. And it hurt him, so much. I can see it now, and I remember how he looked the first time. So sad, and lonely. And I don't want him to have done that alone, John. Not when he was dying." Rose was sobbing now, and John couldn't help it if he was too, just a little. He knew how much the Doctor hurt Rose, but he also knew that he loved her, and that she would always love him, just a little. And John was okay with that, because he was her husband and she loved him too.
"I know, love. I can feel it too." And he could. He could feel the sensation that came after a particularly violent regeneration and could tell that this time, it hadn't been willing. He was still mentally linked with the Doctor, and though it was frayed and almost torn, John could still see the last moments of the Time Lord's life in the body they shared.
I don't want to go. Those words ecoed through his mind, and through the weak bond he shared with his wife, he passed the images along. This song ends, but the story goes on. Your story, Rose. Your story with me. Rose pulled him tighter, and after a moment leaned back so their forheads where touching. He moved his hand down to her belly, where their child was growing inside of her.
"I love you, John. You know that." And he did, more than anything in the world.
"And I love you, Rose Tyler. Through all of time and space, I will always love you. And you know what?" Rose smiled softly.
"What?"
"So will he."
Awwww...okay, cute, short little fluff piece that breaks from my other story, because I have got a sh*t load of angst to give you in that one. Please review, and if you are so inclined, check out my other (11/Rose) story: Who Else?