These stories focus around Rose after the season two finale, Doomsday, so if you haven't seen that (Although I suspect most have) then there's a spoiler warning. These will be between 250-1000 words. I will accept topics, although I might not use them until later on, as I have the first fifteen or so chapters planned out. Also, this isn't an original idea; I know that there are a lot of these collections out there. I'm also aware that the title is a very bad pun. Please bear with me.

Chapter One: Lucky

Genre: Angst/ Drama/ Humor (I'm afraid that it kind of depends what mood you're in.)

Rose stared at him, her heart pounding. Two years. It had been two years since she had stood here on Bad Wolf Bay and spoken to him; longer still since she had been able to reach out and touch his pale skin.

Hadn't she dreamed of this day; the day when he would clasp her hand and together they would walk back to the TARDIS and be off to one of the eternal points in Time and Space?

And now she, Rose Tyler, she who had saved worlds, was to be thrown away; left behind forever with a flawed clone; an imperfect replica of the man she loved.

She wished that she had the heart to blame this on Donna. After all, if it weren't for her, she wouldn't be stuck here babysitting for a man who lacked a heart. No, she would be inside the blue police box, traveling the universe!

She-

She would be dead, like the rest of- of- well, everyone.

No, even if she could now understand how Sara-Jane had felt, this was not Donna's fault. Nobody could be blamed.

Rose knew that if she truly loved the Doctor (And she doubted that anyone standing here on the Bay would be willing to debate the point!) she would do whatever she could to make him happy. And anyway, thinking it over, the single-hearted Doctor must not be that different… Only two Doctors that existed, and she got to be in the company of one! She was, thinking it over, a very lucky person.

Which didn't mean that there'd be no test.

She stepped forward hesitantly. "Answer me this: When I last stood on this beach on the worst day of my life, what was the last thing that you said to me? Go on, say it!"

The real- no, the two-hearted one- replied, "I said, 'Rose Tyler…"

"Yeah? And how was that sentence going to end?"

His brown eyes were gentle. "It doesn't need saying."

She turned to the other one, her Doctor. "And you… Doctor? What was the end of that sentence?"

He leaned in to her. She wondered if Time Lords- or, well, people with the minds and same outside bodies anyhow- could cry; she was surprised he wasn't.
His words were but a soft flutter in her ear. "I'm the real Doctor. Donna's not going to be around for much longer, so I sent her with the one-hearted one."

She stepped back, astonished at first, and then pulled him in for a kiss.

A lucky person, indeed.