A/N: this was inspired by IfEaRnOfIsH, your epic to the extreme :)

Chapter 1

Rosie sat at her comfy office chair, the only thing bad about this chair was that it had a tendency to squeak every time she leaned back to relax, though she always leaned back in hope that one day it might stop. After putting her very curly signature on the last official document, she hopefully and slowly leaned back in the chair, but sadly, as always it squeaked. She sighed to herself.

"one day, just one day I would like to bloody well relax" she muttered, sitting up to silences the chair.

Putting her elbow on her desk and resting her chin on her palm would be her solution. Being in charge of all unit in the united kingdom was very stressful, but whenever she thought she couldn't take anymore, she just thought of all the other harder things that she'd gone through. She'd lost her family, her planet had burnt and she felt like her best friend had abandoned her. She remembered the last thing he said to her.

-flash back-

The Doctor smiled at her "I'll be back"

Rosie looked down at her converse, "you always say that, but you don't come back for years and that is if you come back at all"

He looked honestly hurt, "Hey, hey, I always come back; I try Rosie, I really do"

She sighed "I know, I know, sorry"

The Doctor pulled her into a tight hug. She leant her head against his chest, listening to his hearts beating, knowing this would be the last time in a few years that she would hear that sound.

He let her go and walked to the TARDIS, with each step he took her hearts ached that little bit more. He stopped at the door and gave her a reassuring smile which she returned. As he stepped into the TARDIS and the blue box disappeared, Rosie tried to swallow the huge lump stuck in her throat but it wouldn't go away, her eyes started to water but she shook her head and fought the tears as she walked back to the empty house she called 'home'.

-end of flash back-

That was 3 years ago and she hadn't seen him since, not even a birthday present left on her door step for her birthday today.

Rosie sighed and decided that her staying till 6:30pm was long enough. She stood up, pushing her chair in and when she reached the door she switched off the light to the office. Walking out of the office building into the freezing cold snow. Pulling the scarf from out of her bag and wrapping it tightly around her neck, stopping some of the wind.

Rosie looked down, avoiding eye contact with anyone, just wanting to get home and relax. Walking past rows off houses, all filled with happy families, how Rosie envied them, their safe happy lives.

As she reached her front door, she fumbled in her bag for her house keys.

"Dam it, where the hell did I put them, I swear they were in here" she muttered.

"I do believe these are yours"