Title: Thank You
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Doctor Who does not belong to me. It's the intellectual and copyright property of the BBC. This is a fan work, etc.
Summary: She's waited all her life for this moment.
A/N: Bit of fun that jumped out on me in the shower. 3rd POV Ten/Rose. Second Season and VotD spoilers.

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She couldn't hate the Doctor, not really.

Hating the Doctor became a family obsession. Who was he? Where was he from? The stories passed down from generation to generation. Death. War. Monsters. Only a family so fixed in time could have amassed such a collection of them, and only a family as powerful as hers could have had the resources to find out as much as they had.

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She hadn't had the right sort of upbringing to dislike the man. Her mother had met him in his fifth form and said he was a hoot. Her Nanny had met him in his tenth and said he was a handsome prince in all but title.

And he always travelled with a girl - sometimes different forms had different ones - but Rose was the most sighted. It was as if the two of them had made it a hobby to see as many members of the same family as they could.

Her secretary- Robin -handed her a file. "I thought you should know...a Rose Tyler was born today."

She blinked; there had been many false alarms and Rose Tyler wasn't an uncommon name.

But the girl had been from a modern era, and from a lower-class London background. This girl, born only hours ago, would very likely become the woman her family had written about for centuries.

"Absurd..." she mused to her husband that night, "to think that a baby born today already has her life mapped out like that before she can walk or talk. I can sympathise with her."

Her husband -a short tempered man- sniffed. "That's if you believe that time travel malarkey. Which I don't. Between the lot of you he's become some story. Half Devil, half God, half Hero, Monster, Prince, Fancyman, Genius, Romeo, and any other name you can call him. That's too many halves if you ask me."

She laughed incredulously. "You think they are all different men? Different women? After all that's been discovered?"

He flicked his paper. "I think it's a waste of time and money all around."

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She didn't agree with that. She'd heard too many stories and learned too much about the man.

In some ways she was sad. As a child it was impossible not to imagine being swept up somehow in the Doctor's adventures. It was expected. It was a family right of passage that this blessing (or blight) of a man would one day wander across her path.

But she was old now. Rose Tyler had grown up and eventually died at Canary Wharf. She had been born into a poor family with no idea of the Doctor's existence and yet she had somehow become the most important creature in his world.

What irony then that, she, with hundreds of years of history and power on her side, had nothing of interest to him. She had been young and pretty once, just like the girl, and had spent years wondering when he might gambol into her life.

Still, she had to be reasonable. She knew little about the man beyond her family's obsessions. Perhaps he did bring death and destruction. Her country had seen enough of it of late, events he had been part of, and she was not selfish enough to want him at such a cost.

But on some nights she wished for just a glimpse of him.
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The Queen stood in front of her residence, a dazed Corgi at her heels, and waved up at the ship as it swung over the Palace.

Finally her time had come."

"Thank you!"

A/N: I did try and see if there had been any other Queen/Doctor meetings but couldn't find any. If there were, then apologies.

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