When we first met I had no idea who she was, I only knew that she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. When I found out that the flawless creature before me was in fact Rose Tyler, it all made sense.
The Doctor had told me some stories about his past companions, when he told stories about Rose they were different. He spoke so passionately about her, I'm sure he could talk about her for hours. He told me everything about her and their adventures together, and how he felt about her. The way he described her was as if she was everything good in the world, all of the beauty, all of the love, it was all wrapped up in one former shop girl. I knew she had to be special, he spoke of her so highly.
One day I walked out of my room in the TARDIS to see the Doctor and Rose deep in conversation. I don't know how she was here, I usually understand the way things work when we go through time, but get into separate dimensions opening up to one another and I get a bit baffled. The way I saw it was as a time field, - "two parts of space and time that should never have touched"- but with separate dimensions. It figures that the crack in my wall would keep changing the way I saw things.
She and I got along well. The Doctor introduced us, and she slept in the other bunk, seeing as Rory was dead again that week. We had a lot in common, similar sense of humor, and many shared experiences having to do with a loony time traveler with great hair.
She was amazing, we'd just met and I felt like she'd been my best friend for years. She was perfect imperfection. The way she walked with the little hop in her step like an excited child, the smile that swept across her face in almost every situation, the way her hair did whatever it wanted, and it still managed to look professionally styled; everything I saw in her was good, and I couldn't help but find myself attracted to her.
I'd never thought of any girl that way before, but I had no idea if I'd ever see my husband again and I couldn't stifle my feelings for Rose. The way I saw it I had two problems on my hands: how was I going to tell her how I felt, and how were we going to have any fun in those stupid bunk beds?
