The Tardis drifted, some distance above the earth. The Doctor and his companion didn't need to rush anywhere for once; it had been this way for a week or so.
He'd suggested for Rose to go home for a while, but she'd refused, causing one of their infamous arguments that would lead anyone to believe that they were a married couple.
The arguments they had were always small, always laughed off in the end. The few weeks they spent in each other's company with no distress, no saving the universe were perfect to Rose.
Truthfully, since they joined to defeat the Nestene Consciousness, The Doctor had been the only person Rose looked forward to waking up to, the only person she'd ever get nervous about seeing.
His care for her was so obvious, even though he built up a wall to try and hide it away. She knew he loved her though, despite the fact he'd never admit it. Because she knew he had to cover up his feelings from the world, the universe even, it was his form of self-protection. If anyone knew he had easily provoked emotions, well… They'd know he had weaknesses.
He loved her because she understood this fact. He loved her because she didn't question it, and never tried to make him explain himself.
The first week of nothing was treasured by the both of them, as they gradually grew closer. Then one evening, over discussion of Rose's soon to be ex-boyfriend Micky, they kissed. It was short and sweet, and neither of them knew what to think of it.
Neither of them knew whether or not to bring it up again. So they just left it, ignored the fact that each of them wanted the other to know that they were loved.
This was a good thing. Because asking would lead to knowing. And knowing would either tear the two apart or push them so close that they'd both break.
Rose loved their time together, as did the Doctor. She didn't want it to be any other way, wanted to stay like this forever, she wanted and wanted but couldn't have.
She couldn't have it stay this way forever, because she woke up.
The lonely companion had been dreaming of her love for days, weeks, months.
The reality of her situation hadn't dawned upon her yet, and it was hurting her to even consider the fact that the Doctor just wasn't coming back.
He couldn't, and Rose knew that… She just didn't want it to be true. All she wanted was to know that he was safe. A hug, comforting words, anything would do- as long as it was from him. Tired of crying, she'd settle with just sitting and staring out of her bedroom window, looking out across the parallel world she had to get used to. A world without the Doctor.
One day she knew she'd find a way to get to him again, it may take years to find that way, but she'd do it.
Eventually sitting, ready to face another day, Rose wiped a tear from her eyes. Being strong would get her through this.
Her unbelievable strength would see her through, like it always had done in the past.
Someday, she'd hear the sound of the Tardis once more; catch a glimpse of that brown sweeping coat and overly eccentric attire. Someday, Rose and the Doctor would be reunited.