A/N: I don't own anything you recognize. One-shot written purely because I ship Drose in any shape and form (even though I didn't like the Eleventh Doctor that much.). Enjoy and review.

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Rose feels so tired. Tired from the losses and heartbreak and loneliness. Her eyes gaze at the starry sky, searching for the blue box and ears listening to the sound of hope. Her heart aches in grief, the spaces between her fingers are empty. Rose remembers the time when fingers of the Doctor filled the spaces perfectly, no matter which one. She remembers the lyrics of one song from her universe: The silence isn't so bad/ Til I look at my hands and feel sad/ 'Cause the spaces between my fingers/ Are right where yours fit perfectly; and thinks how correct those words are.

Rose misses him so much, especially now that everyone she loves are dead and buried and she is forever young, two hearts beating and breaking with each day more. The stars twinkle merrily, offering comfort to the Wolf inside her. Rose raises her hand to look at it, clenching and unclenching.

She stiffened when the summer breeze brought a whispered word, a word she remembered from the first time they have met.

Run.

And run she did. Rose did not know where but her hearts gave her direction. Energy filled her body, hearts beating and adrenaline rushing through her veins at the sight of the TARDIS and a man in tweed jacket leaning against it, arms crossed over his chest. Rose knows who he is the moment she sees him, sees that manic grin light up his face- so different yet the same.

She huggs him, her arms around his neck and breathes in the scent she knew was wholly Doctor: the scent of old books, cinnamon and something spicy. Their eyes meet and Rose can't help herself but grin that smile she often reserved for him- tongue peeking out between her teeth and eyes shining with unshed tears of joy. Doctor closes the gap between their faces and kisses her. Their lips fuse together in a dance she always dreamed of. Tongues twist and rub and taste, and all thoughts disappear for, in that moment, all that mattered were them.

When they broke off, they did not let go of each other, afraid the universe will rip them apart once more. The Earth spun around them and they could feel it.

"Run?" The Doctor asks Rose, winking at her.

"Only if you'll run with me."

"I love you, Rose Tyler."

"Quite right too." Rose replied before kissing him once more.

I'll taste the sky and feel alive again.