AN: This fanfiction is to be a series of oneshots (posted in non-sequential order, some not even in the same continuous universe) based on the songs and lyrics of Snow Patrol. This will not be a "songfic", but will rather take artistic cues from the feelings of the songs and will play off of some of the lyrics (essentially what I'm going for is to write a chapter where the appropriate song would fit in very well as background music). Some chapters will be plot-driven, some will be introspective, and some will be senseless fluff. Most chapters will likely lean towards the shorter side, just little peeks into the Doctor's world. I have a feeling it will be mostly Ten/Rose, but I haven't planned everything out yet, so other Doctors and/or companions could crop up. Some chapters will follow canon, some won't. This is mostly just a project for my personal entertainment, but I hope y'all enjoy it, too. :)

All of the song titles, lyrics, characters/etc. are property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended. I make no money through this endeavor. Any original characters, storylines, etc. are my own. This disclaimer applies to the entire work to follow. Reviews are encouraged and met with much love, constructive criticism is welcome, flames are discouraged. Please to enjoy.

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The frozen ridge was smooth as glass and seemed to stretch out forever. When Rose had said "exotic" she had meant more sandy beaches and fruity drinks with miniature umbrellas, but the Doctor's logic, as ever, took a left turn at "bonkers" and landed them in the Arctic Circle.

'Not exactly what I had in mind,' Rose thought as the Northern Lights flickered in and out on the horizon, 'but it is beautiful'.

"What do you think?" The doctor asked, his lanky frame and spiky hair seemingly unaffected by the arctic chill.

"It's gorgeous," Rose laughed, her breath misting in the air and floating slowly away on the wind, "but it'll take me at least a week to thaw out after all this. Maybe somewhere with a beach? Somewhere with banana daiquiris? Hint hint?"

"Oh!" the Doctor pouted loudly, "there are beaches everywhere, a dime a dozen, whole planets full of nothing but beaches, in fact, and- my love of banana daiquiris notwithstanding- I've seen most of them. But this, oooooh, Aurora Borealis shining above our heads! Nobody's even been here yet; it's the uncharted, unknown edge of the map as of now. We have the North Pole all to ourselves!"

"So, no Santa, then?" Rose through between chattering teeth, the polar jumper the Doctor had provided wasn't so bad, but it did leave Rose a few degrees colder than she would have liked.

"No, no Santa- well, not on this planet anyway. You know, I did once run into a tribe of people who traveled solely by flying sleigh. They had misinterpreted old Earth legends and-" the Doctor rambled on, but Rose had long since learned to just nod and smile when he went on his vocal jaunts.

"Tell you what," she interrupted him before he could go too far gone in his ramblings, "there's a little inlet of ocean just there on the other side of that snow bank. I'll race you to the edge, and the last one there is a rotten Slitheen".

"Oh, you're on," the Doctor's eyes glinted at the challenge.

"Alright, GO!" Rose shouted, taking off as fast as her snow boots would allow. She reached the edge of the snow ridge, the Doctor fast on her heels, and dove face-first over the ridge, sliding on her belly down to the water's edge, giggling triumphantly the entire way.

"You cheated!" the Doctor complained as he caught up a moment later.

"Just because you didn't think to wear your snow pants doesn't mean I cheated,"

"This suit is my favorite, I'm not going to soak it up just to beat some human girl at a race that she cheated on anyway," the Doctor pouted.

"Didn't cheat," Rose teased.

"Yes, you did!"

"Oi, they'll probably hear you all the way in America with lungs like that."

"Not true, America hasn't even been drawn in on European maps yet. It's only about 1270-" he broke off, licking one finger and sticking it in the air for a moment, "ah, 1277. And even if America were around, we're facing the wrong side of the globe anyway," the Doctor seemed pleased with himself, switching from pouting loser back into smarty-pants mode in an instant.

"Of course, Doctor" Rose smiled, standing up and stretching her arms out as the Doctor came up to her side. The two started walking along the water's edge, the snow-encrusted rocks cracked under their boots, punctuating the slow creaking of the ice flows as they ebbed in the soft roll of the current. They said little, just enjoying the silence and beauty of the Arctic night. The midnight sky glittered above them, glowing ribbons of color flowed over a hundred million flickering stars. Even on this dark, moonless night, the Doctor could see Rose's smile illuminated under the night sky, her cheeks tinted pink in the cold.

She had no way of knowing, how could she? How could she ever imagine how everything about her plagued his every thought? Everything in him, everything about him, from every synapse in his brain to the beating of his twin hearts, every rambling word and every destination on the TARDIS, it was all for her. His Rose.