A/n: Based on a youtube vid I will link to in the next chapter so you can watch it at the end :D

I've been watching a lot of Eleven/Rose vids lately, and decided to try it out. This will be a two shot, and the next chapter should be up very soon :D Enjoy!

"You save everyone; you always do…that's what you do."

"Not always,"

"What is this?" Amy demanded, strutting towards the Doctor with the stride of a possessed woman.

"What is what?" the Doctor said wearily from underneath the consul, trying to fix the Tardis's latest problem of squeaking when it is in use.

"This!" Amy thrust the little red box underneath the consul, jamming it into the Doctor's face. There was a brief silence, and then the Doctor pushed his way into the open, staring at the box.

"Where did you get that?" He asked quietly, not taking his eyes off it.

"I got it in some of the old boxes in the 'storage room.' You had me looking for Tonic Abstract, whatever that is." Amy crossed her arms, very aware that the Doctor still had not looked away from the box.

"Right. I owe a guy the tonic. But that's not important anymore. He can have it next regeneration."

"When did you promise it to him?"

"It was at least four regenerations ago…oh well I'll get around to it sometime." He licked his lips, eyeing the box as though it was about to explode. "So, how about you give me the box and you forget you ever saw it?" He asked hopefully, finally looking up at Amy. Amy rolled her eyes.

She pulled the box back, tucking it into her shirt pocket. "No. Instead, how about you tell me who this box is for and why they never got it."

The Doctor stared at Amy for several minutes. It felt like hours to Amy. She could tell he was going over every conversation they'd ever had. Every moment spent together was now being used to consider if she was trustworthy enough to know who the box was supposed to be for. And it was a box. She refused to call it by what it held. It was just a box until she knew the story.

Then he closed his eyes, pinched his nose, and took a deep breath. Then he opened his eyes and turned around. His gaze landed on the steps. He quickly ran to them, sitting down and patting them for her to also occupy. "So?" She prompted, wondering why he was so hesitant.

"Fine," he said impatiently, patting her knee. "But where to begin?"

"What was her name?"

"Her name was Rose."

"You left her in a parallel universe with a younger you?"

The Doctor haughtily straightened his bow tie. "Technically older."

Amy rolled her eye again. "Were you hot then?"

"Hey! I'm perfectly good-lookin' now!"

"Well yes, I don't deny that. I tried to shag you once, remember?" He blushed a deep red, but she continued without noticing. "I just wanted to know if he was also good-looking."

"Yeah, he was. We both are. Were."

"But why would you just let her go like that?"

"I needed protecting. Me, I can find my own protectors here. I found you. But that doctor…that doctor was different. He was young, and rough. He was me before Rose. I was a different man then. A scary and darker one. I didn't want to let that version of me exist again, even in another universe."

"That wasn't just it. You managed to save the world plenty as that 'darker' form. You just didn't know how to get rid of her."

"What do you mean get rid of her?" There was dead silence in the Tardis for a moment. Then-

"You were scared. You knew you couldn't stay with Rose forever, because Rose would grow older. She would leave you, and you would be alone. So you decided that the easiest way was to at least let a form of yourself have Rose forever, since you couldn't. And you saved yourself from falling even more deeply in love with her than you already were."

The was a small pause. "I don't think that would be possible."

"I'm sorry."

It was sometime later. They had been quiet since their talk, but now Amy was speaking again.

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault."

"I wish I could do something to help."

The Doctor turned his back on Amy so she couldn't see the tear that trickled down his face. Only to himself, he whispered, "I wish you could too."

He was swimming through clouds of cotton candy. Wait- swimming in clouds? Of cotton candy? What was going on?

"Doctor!" He wrenched himself upright in bed, Amy's scream knocking him into consciousness.

"What?" The Doctor yelled, looking at Amy frantically.

"I have a present for you."

"What?"

"A present." She pulled him out of bed, leading him into the control room. He looked around. The Tardis was moving. But to where?

"Where are we going? And where did you learn to fly this thing?" The Doctor asked, staring around in amazement.

"The Tardis and I came to an understanding. I had to control her but I didn't know how and she couldn't control but she could work. And so, it all works out."

"Works out how?"

"We're about to reach our destination. That's how."

"And what is the destination?"

"The crack in my wall."