"Okay, this should do it old girl" The Doctor said while running around the TARDIS. "This should do it. I've hooked you up to two stars. This should make it so that Rose can come back. If she wants to, of course!" And while the Doctor was flipping switches and turning knobs, Rose was working on her own plans. Plans to returns her to her Doctor.
"You sure this will work?" I asked my dad, stepping into a room filled with mirrors. I was talking to my dad, who worked at Torchwood with me, and he had been building a way to beam me across the galaxy.
"Of course it'll work. However, it'll only work on you because of all of that Badwolf stuff, and because you were in the TARDIS for such a long time."
Nervously I looked out the window. What if the Doctor didn't want me anymore? My angel who lives in a bluebox, I was like so many others, he might have gotten over me by now. He might never think about me again. But I had to try, if not for his sake, but mine.
A hum built up all around me. "Rose, I just want to tell you one thing before I blast you across dimensions and galaxies. I love you!"
And as Rose's dad flipped the switch to throw Rose into the Doctor's dimension, the Doctor himself flipped a switch to bring his Rose back to him.
With his head bent over the TARDIS, the Doctor felt like sobbing. He had tried so hard. Nothing he could ever do would bring her back. His Rose would never return to him. He could almost hear her sweet voice now.
"Doctor. DOCTOR!" There it was again. Urgent like she needed his help. "Rose?" The Doctor said, just before a shape materialized in the Tardis.
Man, I'm mean. I probably won't end this for another couple of months or something. OH WAIT HOLD UP! I forgot to credit this to the BBC. Okay BBC, and whoever else, you own these characters, their not mine. And you basically own everything else. You know, like in my other stories. Anyway, you own them. Please don't destroy me for forgetting. Thank you!