A.N.- I don't own anything Dr. Who-ish. But enough about my sorrows. This is just a oneshot atm, but I just couldn't resist.

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I kissed him, but there was no spark.

I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck as if something about the action would pull it out of him. As though hoping that when I pulled away the impression would have been triggered and his eyes would twinkle with that something that I had been drawn to from the start. But it was nothing of the kind. I couldn't help but leave his arms and face the man I loved.

But he was already gone, behind the TARDIS doors and out of sight without a final goodbye. He had left me…

I felt a hand take my own and I turned to look at the creature who held My Doctor's face.

He would grow old and live the life of a normal, average Joe, but that had never been what I wanted. I had fought so long to escape it, even in this parallel world. Every day I looked for him, in the stars and across time. He never asked me, the Doctor, My Doctor. He never asked me how I did it. I'm sure he assumed the events allowed for the rift to open between the universes, but he never went as far as to ask exactly how we crossed it. Not really. Not that ramble of technicalities I spewed at him.

I still haven't told my mum how long it's been. After all, she just saw me two days before this fiasco. But it had been five years since the last time I had seen her. And two years before that. And four years before that. But he couldn't have known.

I had hoped that when I finally reached him, and he held me in his arms, that I could stay home. But instead he sent me back and left me with a copy. One that would live, and grow old…as I stood by and watched. But he couldn't have known.

Did he feel it? The years of loneliness? I wondered if he felt the same, but everything in his actions said he was okay. He had a family, loving, and there for him during the good and bad times. He had created it in my absence. So why then, when I looked into his eyes did it seem like he was breaking?

He left me. Is that what he thought I wanted? To live with this version of himself forever? Had I really handled the possibility of his regeneration that badly? I was terrified…for him. Always for him.

I could feel the tears forming and quickly wiped them away. I couldn't let him see. Not this Doctor.

"Rose…" It was His voice, and I looked back at him with a forced smile. Couldn't he even tell that much?

He looked worried, self-conscious, inadequate…and he was right. Because he knew the same thing I did. He was not My Doctor.

It didn't prevent him taking me by the hand, like he had so many times before, and he squeezed it gently. A little too gently, because no matter how I tried pretend, the spark still wasn't there.

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