Hi everyone. This story was inspired by the song 'Airplanes'. Enjoy!
The Doctor and Rose lay on the grassy hillside, side by side, glancing up at the starry sky.
"You see that Rose? That's the Kristus Nebula. In that galaxy, is the home to the Detonians, and the Switchon brigade."
Rose smiled. "It's beautiful". As they stared at the sky, a blinding light sped across the starry canvas. It was gone as quickly as it had come.
"Doctor, did you see that shooting star?" Rose sat up, concentrating on the spot that the light had disappeared to. The Doctor sat up with her. He furrowed his eyebrows as he concentrated on the sky.
"I'm sorry Rose, but that wasn't a shooting star. Just an aviation transporter."
"Like an airplane?" The Doctor nodded. Rose, sighing, lay back down. The Doctor lay down beside her, with a concerned expression on his face.
"Everything all right?" Rose looked at him.
"Yeah, I was just thinking… Why do people wish on shooting stars? I mean, really, they're just lumps of rock falling into the atmosphere, aren't they?" The Doctor propped himself onto his elbow, looking at her fully.
"Blimey… well, I think maybe its because they are so beautiful, and rare, that they inspire people , even though they are just an ordinary occurrence of nature." Rose nodded in agreement. There was a beat of comfortable silence, then Rose spoke again.
"When I was a kid, I would look at the sky whenever I felt down. The stars made me happier, even though I couldn't always see them. You know, with London smog and everything. But I always knew that they were there. Guess that was a spot on prediction for my future." The Doctor smiled.
"However, I never saw a shooting star when I really needed one. So, I used to pretend that airplanes in the night sky were shooting stars, just so that I could wish for something better."
"And did you get your wish?" asked the Doctor.
"Yes."
"What was it?" Rose looked back at the sky; the amazing sky where anything was possible, but was the visible wherever you went. She allowed her hand to find his. She squeezed it, letting him know exactly that her wish had come true.