This is with the human Doctor and Rose in the parallel world. :) Just a fic I thought of while my brother had his religious ed classes. Also, please check the story I have co-written with XTimeGirlX on my profile called "Here Come the Girls!" :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who… or ginger.

Dedicated to: Ten, I truly hope 11 is amazing, but this is tribute to him. :)

The color of hair should hardly lead to obsession, but he loved it quite dearly. The color ginger was an exotic, auburn red that showed passion, personality, and power. Ginger showed adventure and it caught one's attention.

Ginger would be his best friend, and he foresaw ginger might be a love interest sometime in the future.

He had traveled with three redheads before. Of course, one turned evil and went to the Master. Another was bubbly and obsessed with carrot juice; the third was sassy and his best friend. Two gingers weren't the same.

He always presumed ginger would best fit with his quirky and unique personality. He always wanted to be ginger. That wasn't possible for him now, being human. He was stuck brown for the rest of his life.

"Doctor," Rose whispered, grabbing his attention once more. She was crying.

"What's wrong?" he asked, urgently. Did something wrong happen while the baby was being born? Was the half-Time Lord in him still messing things up?

"Nothing," Rose laughed, sniffling. She held up their newly born baby so he could see her. "…she's ginger."

And then and there the Doctor decided the world was simply not fair.

There it is! :D Please review! Also, please check the story I have co-written with XTimeGirlX on my profile called "Here Come the Girls!" :D