A/N - Ok you need to stick with this, its sad but... I need happy endings as we all do and I just watched the end of time... i cried and so i have decided to fix EVERYTHING.... happy reading...

Feet make their way up some steps, make their way into a medical facility far away. The steps are confident the owner of them distant. Today Rose is looking smart, He wouldn't recognise her in her new suit, her black shiny shoes, her hair rolled up in a tight bun – efficient, cold maybe even controlled. She flashes her id at a woman sitting in the posh reception and the woman nods knowing this woman wouldn't welcome conversation. The woman pushes a button on her desk and a buzzer makes a short hiss as a door beside her pops open. Rose makes her way through it head held high, eyes straight ahead. She makes her way through a seemingly endless corridor; she knows where she is going, she comes here every day to see Him, though he isn't really here, her step falters at this thought. She glances at the empty white corridor, its empty just like he is, she takes a deep breath and continues walking until she finds the door she's after. She takes out her id and swipes it along the card reader then bends so she can look into the eye recognition device, "Welcome Rose Tyler," says a robotic voice and the door opens.

Inside a nurse sits at her desk in the corner reading a magazine, she gently puts it on the table beside her and makes her way to Rose's side, "There's no change" she says softly wishing she had other news.

Rose nodded, ignoring the sympathy in the words. The same words every day, no change. Every day for twp years, every day at this time, every day; time goes on but he doesn't he has stopped and yet she goes on in her little human routines; work, come here, then sleep and then it starts again the next day – same old same old.

She makes her way over to the bed as the nurse makes a discrete exit. He lays there peaceful, the machines keeping him alive beep in the background. One of those beeps is his heart, a single heart, hers.

She takes a seat in the chair beside him and takes his hand in hers. "Routine," she sighs, "I used to be happy with routine, once upon a time…" she pauses and looks at him, unable to not, "a shop girl, with a normal life," she grimaces, "working to pay my keep, so I can go out in the evenings with my boyfriend," she takes a deep breath and stares at the window, "I thought that was all there was, eventually maybe me and Mickey could have got married," she shrugs lightly trying to imagine it and failing, "life, a human life – accept what you have and work with it"

She listens to the beeps, listens to them echo around her, his life held together by machines. She looks at his hand in hers, its cold so she holds it in both of hers satisfied to feel his pulse beating under hers…alive… "This hand," she glances at it, "this hand, changed that" she remembers a different hand grasping hers and a short command.

"You asked me to run," she smiles at the memory, "and we never stopped running" Till now, echoes in her thoughts, but she wouldn't say it she couldn't.

She sat in silence like that for hours, the minutes ticking by slowly as she listened to his life echo around her. She could sit here forever, she thought, as long as he is here… An alarm went off on her watch, 8 o'clock, curfew she had to go it was an agreement she had with her mum. She stood up slowly holding his hand tight in hers, "I have to go," she mutters turning to look at this man who means so much, "I have to" she repeats as she leans down carefully placing his hands by his sides, looking into his face wishing with all her heart she could see his eyes again knowing she probably never would. She takes a deep breath and kisses his forehead, "Love you," she sighs. But he doesn't hear her. He's not here really this body is just a shell… She chokes slightly on unshed tears and swipes one angrily away refusing to admit it, refusing… She stands up and reluctantly turns away from him, "Till tomorrow," she says. And she will come again, and again, and again. Together forever, no matter how much it hurts. She walks to the door, reconstructing her tight control. The nurse walks in gives her a nod and Rose walks out.

Till tomorrow.