Title: Never Enough Time.
Rating: G
Spoilers: AU. This is a universe where Rose has travelled with the Doctor for about ten years.
Length: 573 words
Summary: There would never be enough time.
Author's Note: This is the first fan fiction I post here and you can pretty much put any Doctor (Nine or Ten) as The Doctor, if that's important to you. But I think based on the way that the Doctor and Rose are acting it's the Tenth Doctor (personally, it isn't something that's important to me). Anyway, see this as my way of going through therapy. Feedback of all sorts are love and if you don't feel like commenting you can always e-mail me. I was going for some mixture between angst and smut.

Rose laughed as she and the Doctor ran inside the TARDIS, with half of the alien military chasing them. She ran inside, her heart racing as she laughed and she heard the door close behind her and the Doctor soon appeared behind her.

They were both laughing so hard, Rose almost folding herself in half as she held her stomach and almost fell forwards.

"That's," she said between her laughs, "horrible!"

Then they laughed even more. After all these years, after all these adventures, they were still having fun. Rose didn't know how long she had been travelling with him, Earth time, but she suspected that it was about ten years.

She looked at the Doctor as she laughed, seeing his eyes sparkle. Then she laughed even more, thinking back to the scenario that led them to this very moment. The Doctor, sitting in the sun, trying to blend in on a beach, fully dressed in his suit.

She laughed even more and then she sighed happily. "I'm getting too old for this," she tried to calm down because her stomach began to hurt.

But then an awkward silence filled the TARDIS and Rose realized that The Doctor had stopped laughing. Now his face was set in stone, serious and his eyes angry at her. Rose bit her lip and she began to worry…

"Look, I didn't mean…"

But the Doctor wasn't listening.

"Oh well, fine.. I mean, now you've had your fun… I suppose I'll go and change the coordinates to London, hm? Easter? Would you like to be back for Easter?"

Rose looked at the Doctor, his heartbreaking expression which he desperately tried to hide through a bad mask of indifference. She straightened up, walked up to the Doctor and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't say that," she said, "You know I didn't mean it…"

She titled her head, trying to see if the Doctor understood – if everything was okay now. But all she could see was his back. The Doctor moved away from her touch and took a few steps forward.

It didn't matter if she had been joking or not.

He'd been reminded. He'd been reminded that there was no way that Rose could travel with him for as long as he'd like. She would eventually die, being an old lady, dying of old age. She would travel some place where he couldn't go.

Thoughts rushed through the Doctor's mind as he tried to picture it in his mind. He needed to know how it might feel and now he needed to start preparing. It would come soon, much too soon.

He felt as if they still had only just begun exploring the universe.

He didn't want to let her go just yet.

He turned around and looked at the blonde woman who stood there. She was so much more. She was so much more than any one else. She wasn't an ape, like most of her kind. She was Rose. She was special, perhaps not the brightest girl, but she was important.

She'd been with him longer than anyone else and he was certain that he would never grow tired of her. They were a match, she and him.

Even if she didn't have to die for at least another seventy years, it was still too soon.

He could control time and space, he could do so many things… But he couldn't change what was coming.

the end...