Hey guys! I'm back with a new story! This is my first Doctor Who story so, please be nice and no unnecessary flaming. So, let's start the show and hope it goes well.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, I only own my OCs, Caroline and Tyler.

Pairings : Doctor/Rose, OC/OC. Rated T because I'm paranoid.


Summary

I met this broken man. So heartbroken that I didn't know if he could get up and walk.
He tried to hide it, but I saw right through the mask.
He needs her. He needs his lover, because I can only do so much for the man who accepts so little.
My name is Caroline,
and this is my story of how I helped the man who makes people better.
This is the story of how I fixed the Doctor.


Chapter 1: His Eyes.

I was heartbroken.

So close to tears, but I refused to let them fall.

I stood there, looking upon my mother's grave.

Her funeral was today. She had died of cancer, Leukemia to be precise. We don't know how she got it, but she did. And I remember the day that she was told that she had the cursed disease. It was the worst day of my entire life.

I was so lost in thought, that I almost didn't hear the footsteps behind me.
"Hey," said the person behind me. I could only nod in recognition, for I dared not open my mouth. If I did, I would cry until I was sick.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was only a matter of minutes, I opened my mouth.
"Hey, Tyler." I managed to choke out.
"I'm sorry , Caroline." He said as he put a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"I can't believe she's gone," I whispered, "No more of my mother's wise words, no more of her contagious laughter, no more of her scratching my back when I'm upset or stressed, no more making sugar cookies at Chr-christ-chris-s-stmas-s-s-s." I couldn't hold them in any longer. I let my tears flow as I turned to my friend's chest.

My face rested in the crook of his neck, sobbing, while his head rested on top of mine. One hand holding me close whilst the other rubbed my back.
"Shh..." Tyler whispered, "Shh...It's all gonna be fine."
"Why?" I cried out, "Why her? Why now?"
"Everyone has their time, and this was hers."
"But I need her more than ever, why?"

Tyler sighed and pulled me away, but he still held me in his strong embrace.
He took my face in his hands and gently wiped the tears away with his thumbs.
"Seventeen is too young to go through something like this," he said.
I looked up into his deep brown eyes. They were filled with sympathy and worry and-I did a double take- he was looking at me with an emotion that I've never seen him express to any one individual.

He was looking at me with love.

Not lust-like, not the passionate type, no- it was the gentle kind of love. The love that makes your heart flutter and beat faster, the kind that will make you smile without a reason.

And...I felt...relieved- giddy, almost.

"You're not much older than me, mister," I gave him a small, sad smile.
Which was true, he was only two months older than I.

He chuckled in response.

I just put my head back on his shoulder, trying to steady my breathing. I inhaled the scent of his cologne and listened to the sound of his beating heart. All the while, Tyler was holding me close.


And that's it for this chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it, even if it was just a filler. So, please send me a review, and I'll update. Actually, I may update whether I get reviews or not, but, they're always helpful and encouraging! So, thanks for reading!