Hi! I'm sorta just figuring out how stuff works rn so I think I published all three chapters at once...
CHAPTER ONE
Post Journeys End, alternate ending where the Doctor still left her but eventually Tentoo also died (sorry)
She liked him, and he loved her. It was quite simple. They met at a business convention (in Cardiff) and he asked her out for coffee. They hit it off. He liked her accent, she liked his practicality. Fast forward three years, Elliot Smith was proposing to Rose Tyler. Their wedding was a simple reception with few guests; opposed to their lavish life at home. After their honeymoon, they decided to settle down in London. He loved her that much. He wanted children, but she just couldn't. Not that she couldn't, but she couldn't bear to have kids with a man who hadn't captured her heart like the Doctor had. They decided no children, because he loved her too much to force her into something.
On more than one occasion, he asked her why.
Why what?
Why don't you want children?
I just- something from my past is holding me back.
Are you in love with someone else?
What? No- I- it's just that I was hurt before by someone who I thought loved me.
Oh. I'm sorry.
No, no, it's fine.
And there the conversation would end.
And there were the conversations with her parents.
Jackie would always playfully nag her about how she wanted grandchildren, she was getting old, there was no time to waste.
Pete would occasionally awkwardly bring it up in conversation (per Jackie's request, as Rose easily figured).
And then there was Mickey- really the only one who kind of got it.
Blimey, Rose, I'm sorry he's not the Doctor but you kinda did pledge to him to be his wife and all. You know the Doctor's gone and he's not coming back. Just let it go, okay? Take this from a friend.
She worked with Jack at Torchwood, and was practically best mates with his team.
Another year into their marriage, she had almost been able to let go of the Doctor. Rose was a little less opposed to having a tiny little half her, half Elliot human bursting out of her womanhole.
She told him she was ready.
The first time they tried it didn't work. Passionate, but no child came. The second time yielded nothing but a dull ache in her stomach. Then, the third time, as a naked, sweating Rose closed her eyes to go to sleep, she heard a familiar wheezing noise she hadn't heard in years. She jerked awake.
Elliot stirred next to her. She carefully eased out of bed, got dressed, and tiptoed to the window.
A blue police box stood in her yard.
Almost immediately after seeing it, she felt the old girl's warm presence enter her mind.
Oh, I've missed you, she thought, grinning, and wrapping herself in a bathrobe, she crept downstairs.