Yes I ship 10/Rose, but I also ship 11/River. Please don't kill me... This popped into my head and I thought I ought to write it down. Please review.
The control room was still and quiet. The central column rose and fell steadily and silently as they flew through the time vortex. The Doctor sat on the steps in front of the TARDIS door. River being in the depths of the TARDIS somewhere had reminded him of the previous woman he'd loved.
His tenth incarnation had been wildly in love with a human. Rose Tyler had stolen his hearts with her huge smile, her blonde hair that sat, immaculate, on her shoulders, and her love of an adventure. It was obvious that she felt the same way; she had never been one for subtlety. He thought back to his adventures with her. Her first encounter with the Daleks, meeting Captain Jack and saving ww2 London from the Chula zombies, and the constant warnings of "Bad Wolf" that she'd left herself all over the universe, in every single point in history. Even the Master had been impressed by her ability to absorb the Time Vortex.
She had caused his regeneration, but he forgave her for that immediately. She had no idea what she was doing, and she just wanted to save him. She had. And she had made him better in the process. Along with letting go of his ninth body, he also let go of all the grief and anger that the Time War had left in him. Rose Tyler really was a special companion.
It had broken the Doctor's hearts to watch Pete appear at the Battle of Canary Wharf. He had saved her from the Void, but he had also cut them off from each other. One of his most vivid memories from that incarnation was standing at that wall for hours, calling out for Rose, his Rose. He couldn't leave her like that, and so he had called out to her one last time. Drawing her to Darlig olv-Stranden. There he said his final good bye, burning up a sun just for that purpose.
Yes, he loved her, and he always would, but now, in his new regeneration, he had finally moved on. A small noise came from the stairs above the console. River, rubbing her eyes to clear the sleep, walked gracefully downstairs.
"Morning, Sweetie." She smiled sweetly at the Doctor.
Yes, he had moved on. Here was River, part time lord, more like him than he could ever had hoped. She had that mass of curls, golden like the sun, which bounced on her shoulders when she ran. She could kill with ease, which as he had said before, he "Shouldn't like that, kinda do a bit." After all, now she killed for defence and to protect those she loved, and she was courageous, and cheeky, and ridiculously flirtatious. The Doctor couldn't help thinking that she'd get along brilliantly with Captain Jack. Just as Rose had been willing to sacrifice herself to save the Doctor, River had been too. Had sacrificed herself, would sacrifice herself for him, and complete strangers, which was what he liked most. She was one of the strongest women he had ever met, stubborn, brave, mysterious, and yes, maybe he found her sexy too.
Rose was becoming more and more like River. He loved Rose with all his hearts, but he had moved on from her. She was back in Pete's world now, with Donna's half human version of him. She finally had what she had always wanted; she could grow old with him. All he could do was hope she was happy.
The Doctor had to admit now though, he was falling in love with River Song.