This is my first Fic in a long time (well I never actually finished the rest but ah well) and my first Doctor Who. can be 9th/10th but i'd much rather imagine David Tennent for obvious reasons. Hope you like it.
Plot: The Doctor thinks of the future for him and Rose and realises that there isn't much of one.
"Rose?" The Doctor sat up in his bed. The TARDIS felt odd. Everything was still. The Doctor was used to the regular throbbing of the wires and pipes but he couldn't sense it. He heard a scream. He shot up out of bed and ran out the door, pausing only to pick up a knife. He heard the scuffling of many feet. Someone had got into the TARDIS.
That thought was more chilling to the Doctor than anything else. It was like someone standing on his grave. He crept quietly to Roses room and opened the door. The sight of her blood stained hair caused him to wake…