Short oneshot. 9xRose.
The Doctor loved Rose. He finally had to admit it. She filled the place in his heart that had been long since forgotten. She made him feel things he hadn't felt in a long time. She made him feel all fuzzy and warm inside. That's why he sent her back. He couldn't let her get hurt. He couldn't watch as she died. Not this time. Not Rose. But she came back to him. And she saved him. And now she was burning from the Tie Vortex. His Rose. He had to save her. He couldn't lose her, not ever, and certainly not today. What happened next wasn't planned. He didn't mean to kiss her. But he did. It felt perfect, but ended all to soon. He could feel the energy transfer into him. And he knew he wouldn't be able to contain it. Already he felt the regeneration eating away at him, demanding to be released. He looked at unconscious Rose.
"I love you" he whispered quietly, playing with her hair. He heard her stir, so he quickly got up. Everything that happened next was a bit of a blur. When she asked what happened, he started rambling about Barcelona. Because he didn't want to leave. And his last thoughts as he regenerated were:
'Goodbye my dear, sweet Rose. I love you'