I don't own any of the characters as usual. This was originally posted on a teaspoon and an open mind.

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Gosh, Rose and her human influence. Look at me, I'm starting to
write a diary. A diary! Domestic or what? Anyway if I'm going to do
this daft, little human-ritual-thing properly, I guess I better start by
saying a bit about myself. So this is me:
The Doctor. 900 years old (well nearly 901). Time traveller. Last of
the timelords. ect. ect.
That's about it. Now I'm going to do things my way, speak my
mind and tell you exactly *cough cough* what I think about the
four main people I have known during my Ninth and Tenth
regenerations: Jackie Tyler, Mickey Smith, Captain
Jack Harkness and Rose Tyler - in that order .

Jackie Tyler: Rose's mum. Oh, she is one hell of a woman.
I don't really get on with her, it's more of , a mutual indifference.
She can cook good Christmas food, I'll give her that, and her
conga parties are quite good too. Although I can swear that I can still
feel the bruise from where she slapped me, even if I have regenerated.
A very protective mother; not surprising, given the circumstances.

Mickey Smith: Former companion, now in a parallel universe. Rose's
former boyfriend. I used to be really quite nasty to him, 'Mickey the
Idiot' I used to say and I always called him Ricky, which he hated,
though ironically the parallel him was actually called Ricky. Good
guy though, quite brave and very loyal, he still has a soft spot for Rose.
Can't say I blame him.

Captain Jack Harkness: Former Companion, now rebuilding the Earth
in the year 200,100. Ex time agent. He was a great man, very funny,
always told the best party stories. Brilliant dancer too. Fancied Rose,
popular isn't she? Maybe I'll see him again, one day. You never know.

Rose Tyler: Where should I start? She's the best woman I have ever met.
Young, carefree, loyal, mostly honest, and my best friend. Ever.
In fact, she's more than that, much more important, it's like she's a part
of me. Very beautiful - to me and others - always up for adventure.
I don't know what I'd do without her. So at this moment, Mr. Diary, if
you had a brain, you'd be thinking, 'Hang on a tick, that sounds a lot
like . . . love.' Yeah well I do love her. I haven't told her though, yet.
One day I'll pluck up the courage. Oh, and if anyone reads this, please
kill me. I'll never hear the end of it. Ok, scratch the last bit.
The Doctor