Had a bit of writers block in my other story, A TARDIS family reunion, but my imagination sparked this little story of pure 10/Rose fluff.

I do not own Doctor Who.

CHAPTER 1

The Doctor had had the worst day of his lives. He had lost planet Earth, and found it again only to discover that it was a newly reborn dalek empire that had stolen it. He was reunited with all of his most recent companions, only to discover that he had turned them into killers. He was reunited with the love of his life, Rose, only to be exterminated by a dalek in the process. He was able to heal himself without fully regenerating, only to inadvertently create a biological meta crisis. He was able to save the universe again, only by watching the meta crisis commit genocide. He was able to give Rose the life she'd always wanted with him, only he wasn't the one who got to live it. The last straw was when he was able to save the life of his best mate Donna, only by making her forget everything about him.

It was a miserable Doctor who boarded the TARDIS alone after dropping Donna off at her home. He was never going to take another companion again. While their presence comforted him, all he had ever done was to ruin their lives. Never again. The TARDIS groaned. She wasn't happy about this decision. She'd rather liked having humans on board. Slowly the Doctor made his way toward his bedroom, though how he would be able to sleep, he had no idea. Along the way, he paused for a moment before a door to a room that he hadn't seen in awhile, and he'd thought he'd never see again. On the door was a rose.

As he opened the door, both of his hearts caught in his throat. The room looked exactly the way she had left it. "Why are you torturing me, old girl? This is the cruelest thing you could've ever done!" He shouted at the TARDIS, his voice cracking as he struggled to hold back tears. The tears came as he found a discarded shirt on the floor, held it to his face and inhaled her scent, as fresh as if it had just been worn. He collapsed in a heap in the center of her bed, and still clutching the shirt, cried himself into a restless sleep.


When the Doctor awoke, he was surprised to find that he was no longer clutching a shirt, but several pieces of stationary with writing on them. A handwritten letter. Intrigued, he unfolded it and began to read.

My Doctor,

It is my hope that the Old Girl has delivered on her promise that you would read this upon awakening. There is so much that I want to say. First, I regret to inform you that your meta crisis clone has died. It happened shortly after you left us on the beach. We were walking to the car when he suddenly had a massive headache and started screaming about human bodies and time lord brains not mixing and how his very existence was wrong. He worried aloud about Donna and hoped that she was not suffering like he was. Then he looked at me. "I'm dying, and there's nothing you can do. I'm burning up. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" I told him that I was the one who was sorry.

I laid him down in the sand, and let him use my lap as a pillow, trying to make him as comfortable as possible. Sharing your gob, he continued to talk. "Find him!" I knew immediately that he was talking about you. I held his hand, your hand, the one the Sycorax had cut off that Christmas so long ago, from which he had grown. He continued to talk, his voice desperate. "Whether or not he saves Donna, she will not be able to travel with him anymore and he is now or will very soon be alone again. I know he is planning not to take anymore companions, which is why it is more important than ever that you find him!" His voice was fading. He was going fast. I promised him that I would do everything I could. I'd found you once, I would do it again! His last words broke my heart: "I love you... And so does he!" With that, he breathed his last. His body was enveloped in a golden light, and at first, I thought he was going to regenerate, but no. His body vanished, and all that remained was the hand, still warm in mine.

I buried it deep it in the sand and moved a large boulder above it to mark the small grave, tears streaming down my face. That's when I heard her: the TARDIS was materializing! I couldn't believe my luck! I ran towards the sound with every bit of energy I had left. But when the doors opened, the man who stepped out was not someone that I recognized. Nor did he recognize me. "Doctor?" I asked.

It was a past face of yours who had been inexplicably drawn to that particular location at that precise moment in time. (The TARDIS had sent you somewhere you weren't expecting again, surprise, surprise!) You asked how I knew you, and I explained that I was a future companion, though how far in the future, I didn't know because I didn't know which incarnation I was speaking to. I told this you that you and I were unfortunately separated and I somehow ended up in the wrong universe. You didn't even hesitate, and brought me back to the correct universe. Thanks for that, by the way!

But, you dolt! You left me at Bad Wolf Bay again, though I was assured that it was the correct universe this time. Sure looked the same, though. Miles from civilization. I began walking in the direction of civilization when I heard her AGAIN! I didn't care which version of you it was: if it was another past version, you could take me to a place with people at least. If it was a future incarnation, you might remember where I could find you. And if it was YOU... Well, you can imagine!

It was a future you this time. You knew me, but I didn't know you. (Oh, and I'm supposed to tell you: sorry, still not ginger!) You did more than tell me where to find you. You took me within three blocks of where you had parked the TARDIS! You were in Donna's house, returning her home for the last time. Poor Donna. I guess being trapped in a parallel world (twice!) was not really that bad after all. At least I still have my memories.

Using my key, I let myself in and into my old bedroom. Never in my wildest dreams did I think you were going to walk in upon your return! Not wanting to scare you half to death, I hid in the wardrobe. My heart was torn as I watched you grab my old shirt and collapse on my bed. I wanted to go to you then, but I still didn't want to scare you, so I slipped out as you started to snore. Which is how I now find myself sitting at the table in the kitchen, sipping tea and writing you this obnoxiously long letter. The TARDIS promises that you'll get it when you wake up first thing.

Anyway, I'm going to the telly room to watch some movies. You can find me there. If I'm asleep, wake me. Seriously. I will be so mad if you don't! I have waited so long for our reunion. Being back on the TARDIS is one thing, but I need to be back with you! I know that you can't say it, but I know that you love me. Meta crisis assured me of this. My feelings haven't changed, either. I promised you my forever, and forever is not over yet!

Love,

Your Rose


She was asleep when he found her, curled up on the sofa, snoring softly, still holding the remote. She looked a mess, but the Doctor thought that she had never looked lovelier. Quietly, he knelt next to her and woke her - with a kiss.