Disclaimer: I don't own doctor who but if i did this wouldn't happen - this is the sort of thing that evil writers cough russel t davies cough would do because it doesnt end up with the doctor and rose together.

AN - This is sad and romantic. It began as a oneshot but it's going in two parts: 1) angsty feelings and backstory 2) romantic catchup and bitter sweet ending

sorry about the excessive line-y-ness, it worked when i was writing it but here it looks kind of stupid

anyway, please read and review - its not my normal style so sorry if its a let down. review and tell me what to do better, etc please!

enjoy :) (do u think this is a long enough authors note?)


We've Got Tonight - Part One:

The Doctor stood in the Tardis, finally letting the tears slide out. He swallowed, unable to finish the sentence that had taken him so long to admit. He was at a complete loss, which was an unusual experience for him. He walked over to the console preparing to set off on yet another wild adventure, this time in an attempt to distract himself from horrible empty feeling he now recognised as loneliness. However, just as he was pressing the usual buttons and knobs, a red-head in a wedding dress appeared near the door of the control room.


Rose sobbed hysterically while Jackie pulled her daughter closer to her, unable to conjure any words of comfort that would make things better. If they hadn't been in the middle of a windswept beach in Norway, she probably would have suggested a nice cuppa tea. As it was, she thought Rose's devastation was beyond repair - clearly she'd just had her heart broken. But Rose will get over it, she thought, she's strong and she'll make it through eventually. Sooner rather than later, lord help us... I'll get us some tea when we get home.


Considering his previous state of hopelessness, the Doctor was immeasurably cheered up by his adventure with the obnoxious yet kind red-head Donna Noble. Together they had defeated the Racnoss, seen the beginning of Earth, and successfully avoided a perfectly good wedding. It had been a sufficient distraction, but now that it was over, the Doctor was more acutely aware than ever of Rose's absence. No one could replace her. At reaching this conclusion the Doctor decided that he needed nothing more than to see Rose one more time and tell her how he felt. I will go to the ends of the Earth for Rose. The end of the Universe, as the case may be, he thought, hatching a plan that was as unlikely to work as it was brilliant. The Doctor was suddenly indescribably happy with the prospect of seeing Rose again. It was a tiny ray of hope, but it was better than nothing, and the Doctor needed something to sustain him.


Rose stood in the shower, staring blankly at the white tiled wall, letting the warm water just flow down over her back. It had been four days, six hours and forty-two minutes since the Doctor had left her, never to see her again. Not that she was counting. This meant that it was four days, six hours and forty-two minutes since the Doctor had almost said he loved her. She was sure that was what he had been about to say. Stupid breach, stupid void, stupid parallel universe, stupid, stupid, stupid! She had difficulty focusing on anything - the wound was still fresh and she just couldn't cope. She hadn't eaten anything other than chicken noodle soup - forced into her by Jackie - but she wasn't even hungry. Jackie and Pete had gone out for the night, and Mickey was with Jake hacking into police files, registering Rose as a citizen of 'Pete's World', so Rose had the family mansion all to herself. She turned off the water, but remained standing, dripping wet, with salty tears coursing down her face.


The Doctor looked at the screen of the Tardis, triple checking that his co-ordinates were correct. If he had gotten this right, he might just be able to buy some more time with Rose Tyler. It had been several days for him since they had parted, and while he had fought the Racnoss, and found a new friend, he was still overcome with grief at his loss of Rose. He was absolutely ecstatic when he found that there was one tiny little gap left - one that he had missed before - one that he could fit through, as a person and not just an image, for the duration of one whole night. Though he would be sorely tempted to stay longer or, better yet, to bring Rose back with him, the precarious balance of the Universes was already threatened by his brief crossing. Crossing his fingers for luck, he said to the Tardis, "Take me to Rose. Take me home" and with that, her engines whirred into life.


Hair still dripping, Rose sat in the middle of her warm pink bed, thinking about the Doctor. Thinking about what the beast had said on Krop Tor. "The valiant child who will die in battle so very soon". She had died that day. Rose smiled in spite of herself, she sounded so melodramatic, but to an extent it was true. A part of her had died the day she was separated from him. She missed holding his hand, she missed seeing him grin at her, she missed laughing with him, running with him, being with him.

Rose

She heard it in her head, just as she had last time - but then it had been in her sleep, this time she was completely awake.

You're imagining it, she thought to herself. Just coz you want him back doesn't mean you can will him into existence.

Rose

I wish it would stop. How can I let go if I keep hearing his voice?

Rose.

But what if it is him? What do I do then?

Rose.

Doctor? Rose allowed herself the possibility that the Doctor really was trying to speak to her.

"Doctor where are you?" she cried out suddenly, "Doctor?", hope bourgeoning inside her chest.

Then she heard it, the sound of the Tardis engines. The sound of the universe.


"Oh, give me this one. Just this one time!" the Doctor yelled, slamming down on the Tardis controls. As the engines whirred into life, he grinned and was filled with utter contentment - he could hear Rose's voice.

Rose could hear the engines clearly now. More to check that she wasn't hallucinating than to see the Doctor, Rose tripped down the stairs and out into the massive front garden. She was greeted with a sight she'd never thought possible to see again - a great blue box slap bang in the middle of the drive. And there he was. Her Doctor. Tardis doors thrown wide open behind him, a grin from ear to ear.

"Hello" he said simply.

Rose fainted.


AN - Sorry if this is really over-adjectivey and angsty - its not my usual style, minimal humour and no happy ending :( im almost making myself sad!

i wanted to try a bitter sweet reunion between the doctor and rose so they wont be able to stay together, but part two will be romantic and sad, i hope

please review!