Author's Note: This is my first fanfic so be nice. :) Flames are welcome. The whole story won't all be from Rose's 1st person POV, I promise. Most chapters will be longer than this one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or any of the characters involved. I've simply...borrowed them for a bit. (;
They say time heals all wounds. Well, I don't know who "they" are, but I've got reason to believe that time tends to rub salt into those wounds. You see, I was normal for the first nineteen years of my life. I woke up, went to work, came home, ate chips, and watched telly. Until one day, a mysterious man told me to run and blew up my job.
He saved my life and showed me his impossible blue box and the infinite wonders of time and space. The new worlds, different times, and dazzling stars; the monsters and the darkness. I was all he had. He was the last of his kind and he could feel the turn of the earth and see time. His name was the Doctor.
He took me to the end of the world and saved hundreds of people in the middle of the London Blitz. He taught me a better way to live. And then he sent me home. But I found my way back.
And then he changed his face and fought an alien leader in his jim-jams on Christmas morning. We went traveling again, an everything was bright and shining, until Torchwood and the battle at Canary Warf. Just as we sent the Cybermen and Daleks into the void forever, I slipped. But the alternate version of my father caught me just in time and took me to the other side of the void.
I was trapped in a parallel universe. I hit the white wall and cried at Pete to take me back, but it was too late. The void was sealed.
I didn't think I'd ever see the him again, but I heard his voice in my dreams, calling my name. So I followed it. Pete, Mickey, Mum and I drove for weeks. We eventually came to a desolate beach in Norway, of all places. Daleg Ulv Stranden; translated to Bad Wolf Bay. Oh, the irony.
That was the last place I ever saw the Doctor. He could only project an image, burning up a sun to use as energy. At least we got to say goodbye. That was where I told him I loved him. But unfortunately our time was cut short, and he never got to respond. But I knew, I always knew that he felt the same way. And that's what has kept me fighting for so many years.
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