Hello FanFiction I'm back! Oh you've redecorated, I don't like it. Yes I have been gone for a very long time and I'm sorry I got very sick and now am doing home school I made another account but I can't seem to access it, oh well. I am so sad that my Pond's have left ;_; they were my first companions and they are seared onto my heart. Best wishes to Jenna Louis-Coleman! Have a good time reading!


Prologue:

Nothing. Nothing had gone right. He had meant to help people after the Time War, not destroy lives! He sat down in his swing under the console with a sigh if only he could do it all again he thought.

Rose, his beautiful Rose had fallen into the void, taken away from him no it was my fault he scolded himself.

Martha he had made her take care of him while he hid away from The Family of Blood and let her be bullied by racism right in front of his eyes.

Then Donna who had just wanted to be more than a temp in an office sitting in London had to forget him or her mind would burn and finally Amelia.

Amelia Pond, the girl who waited. She had waited her whole life just for him to come back and ruin it all over again. Her husband Rory, a man who waited two-thousand years just to keep her safe and who had saved so many time and time again. Their daughter River Song who he watched die in a library for him, had been taken away as a baby and used as a weapon to destroy him. Coward he thought, you should have let her kill you.

Cowardly, greedy, careless, idiotic, fool the words he described himself as on a daily basis for the last few hundred years bounced around his mind, a mantra of what he had become and what he always would be.

"That isn't true." Said an unmistakable voice. The Doctor froze as a chill ran down his spine.

"Says who?" he asked quietly, his voice tinged with sadness.

"Says your TARDIS." The voice answered. The Doctor turned slowly noting the shoes, the same as the last time he saw them and then the pants. He looked up to the shirt union jack and the blond hair hanging lightly over small shoulders.

"You can't read a TARDIS' mind Rose." He said to the figure.

"No I cannot," Rose answered matter-of-factly tilting her head, "she came to me for help," She told him. The Doctor didn't speak, "she can read your mind can't she?"

"You aren't real." He said coldly ignoring her statements.

"I am too you," She answered placing a warm hand on his shoulder. He jolted back as if it had burned, "but to others I am merely a spirit, a wanderer."

"Who are you, what are you?" he asked giving her an icy stare.

"I have already told you," She smiled, "to you I am Rose Tyler, right now at least."

"No you're not!" he yelled standing up and walking over to Roses face, "Rose Tyler is locked in another dimension, living away her life with a copy of me and I can't ever see her again!" Rose looked unfazed. The Doctor leaned over her, his face red with rage and whispered, "Now tell me, who you really are." She stared back up at him with a determined look upon her face.

"In simple terms I am the ghost of Christmas Past."