So I know I should be putting up a new chapter of Life Cycle, but there are several reasons why I am doing this instead. The long term is that I have two jobs and school full time and am very busy, but I have half a chapter that will be up within the week. The short term reason why this is coming first is my roommate is watching the 50th about five feet away from me, knowing full well I can't watch it til Wednesday and I needed to distract myself.

This is something I've been wanting to do for a while; it'll be a series of one shots based off of songs. So, feel free to submit a song, if you'd like. It will be varying Doctors, but they'll all be RosexDoctor. Some fluff, some angst. It'll be fun! I JUST WANT TO WATCH THE 50TH

Rule one is the Doctor lies. Subsection B, paragraph 2 of Rule 1 is that the Doctor is best at lying to himself.

"Fine!"

"Perfect!"

"I'm the King of Alright!"

And for the most part, the Doctor is so good at lying to himself, that he can actually believe that he really is just fine. But then comes the day when he has to give in, has to rest, and then he is confronted with the truth.

It's not until he goes to sleep that this truth attacks him, ravaging his hearts and mind with the knowledge that he is not fine, not fine at all.

It's been almost two weeks since he last slept, and the Doctor is exhausted. Still, he stands in threshold of his room, staring at his bed with no small amount of trepidation. It is necessary, and he knows it. He will give in, and he knows it. And, for the few hours he is asleep, he will enjoy it.

And he knows it.

And that's just the problem, isn't it? He shouldn't enjoy it! Enjoying it meant he kept it around, kept her around, when he would be better off just letting her go. Because if he just let her go, then maybe he really would be alright.

Except, the only time when he really was alright was when he was with her. And that can never happen again.

With a sigh, the Doctor let himself collapse onto his bed, his consciousness already slipping away, both dreading and anticipating the moment when she would appear in his minds' eye, and take him into her arms again.

His Rose.