Hello to all. I'd like to start off by saying that I do not own Doctor Who or any of the characters created by BBC. However, as a fellow fanfiction writer said, if anyone has a spare Christopher Eccleston lying around, could you please send him my way? :D Okay, anyways, I love Rose Tyler very much, and everything she meant for the Doctor. I honestly don't believe that he would ever forget her, and I have watched all the series featuring Doctors 9-11, including a few from before the 9th Doctor. I'm not sure when in the timeline of Doctor Who this fanfiction will land, but as the 10th Doctor said, timey-wimey stuff. If you don't like Rose Tyler, please don't waste your time telling me that. It's not really going to change my views on her, or what I think she meant for the Doctor.

That said, if you read, please review :) I'd greatly appreciate it. I will hopefully continue this, but it depends greatly upon the readers and the responses I get. Thank you very much for your time.

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The Doctor looked around and felt the emptiness of the Tardis engulf him. It wasn't a logical feeling to have, considering everything he had lived through, but he had simply become accustomed to having somebody there. He sat down, placed his head in his hands and let his thoughts take over, emitting a sigh in the process.

In response to his soft sigh, the Tardis hummed softly, as if to comfort him. She was currently floating in space, without coordinates; moving in a manner consistent with gentle rocking.

The Ponds had taken a temporary break from traveling with him and had gone on vacation-a vacation where they were not going to be in danger of getting killed, captured, or anything similar. He smiled fondly at the thought of them, and where they were at the moment. Amy had wanted to take a vacation somewhere sunny and worry-free, in which Rory suggested a trip to either Quintana Roo or Bora Bora. They had then agreed to phone the Doctor as soon as they were ready to travel with him once more.

The Tardis suddenly stopped rocking and humming, as if on alert. Without giving the Doctor a chance to make a single move, she locked onto specific (unknown to the Doctor) coordinates which caused him to hold on for dear life. "What are you doing?!" he asked, as he held on to the nearest railing. He hadn't felt so out of control since the occasion in which the Titanic crashed into him during his previous reincarnation.

The Tardis suddenly stopped and began humming again. Considering she had stopped without warning, he toppled over. The Doctor stood up slowly and looked at his beautiful machine with a confused look that didn't often appear on his face.

He walked over to the door, and opened it; unsure of what he was going to find. Sunlight flooded his face and he took a moment to adjust his eyes, and when he did, a beach was drawn into focus. He looked around quickly and didn't see anybody within the perimeter of his vision. He ran back into the Tardis, closing the door behind him, and looked at his screen, searching for his location. The screen read: Earth. Cardiff. 2012.

He stood there for a moment, solid as a rock. Why would the Tardis bring him here, out of all places?

"Do you miss her too?" he muttered at his Tardis. She hummed once, as if responding to him. He slightly shook his head and stepped outside again. He didn't quite understand why the Tardis had brought him here, considering he had visited many other places with Rose during his 9th and 10th reincarnations. He stood there silently, just feeling the breeze and taking in the salt-water smell. Closing his eyes, he remembered that day where he left his precious Rose with the copy of his 10th reincarnation. He sincerely wished she was leading a happy life with her Doctor.

Suddenly, he heard something to the left of him, on the other side of the Tardis. He rushed over to the Tardis, and just like a child, slowly peeked around it. All he could make out in the distance was long blonde hair. His brain began working rapidly, and he said to the Tardis, "This isn't fair! Why are you doing this? Can't you see how much it's hurting me, thinking about her and not being able to see or touch her?"

He shook his head, and slid down the side of the Tardis, saddened. He tilted his head to the side, to get a better look at the woman with the blonde hair. He had to stop assuming that every blonde was possibly his Rose. The woman, far off in the distance, was walking slowly back and forth, allowing her arms to swing slightly. She began moving closer to the Tardis, and stopped. He saw her cover her face with her hands, and shake her head back and forth. The Doctor got up slowly, and entered the Tardis.

"Come on old girl, let's get out of here. Its enough feeling nostalgic about Amy and Rory not being here... I don't need to feel even more nostalgic about not having Rose Tyler.", he said softly, patting the Tardis in an affectionate manner. He began punching in new coordinates, when suddenly, there came a knock on the Tardis door. The Doctor looked around, surprised by the knock. Nobody had done that in a very long time, so long in fact, that he couldn't even remember it.

Again, he approached the door slowly, and opened it. The sight in front of him was so unexpected, he fell backwards, as his mouth remained in a surprised fashion.

"No...it can't be..." he said softly.