Hello again! It's Emeralds and Fire here, with another Doctor Who fic! I just really hope you enjoy this very short one-shot, and remember kids: constructive criticism is always welcome! On with the show! :)
The Doctor breathed in a sigh of relief, glad to have made it home in one piece. Their last adventure had been rather harrowing, to say the least. It involved some ticked off werewolves, one too many Sontarans, and a rather rash, but brilliant escape courtesy of Rose.
Ah, Rose. His brilliant Rose. He marveled at the things she could come up with, how impulsively she could act at times-and make it work, too. He felt a grin threatening to break out on his face at the mere thought of her. She truly was one of a kind, a diamond in the rough. He would be forever grateful to whatever power had allowed her to cross his path, for she had truly changed him for the better.
She had helped get past the bitterness, the loneliness, the guilt of the War. She had reminded him of how nice the simple things could be, and brought back the man he had once been. She didn't know this, of course, how could she? She hadn't known who was before. "But then," he mused, "perhaps she did." If her kind, knowing smiles were any indication, she at least had an inkling.
How he loved inklings.
His thoughts drifted off into galaxies far, far, away, galaxies full of Rose, and her beauty, and her sheer humanity. He could feel himself falling head over heels with again, just by thinking about her. She was wonderful, and he was so glad to have her at his side.
He was brought back to Earth-or wherever the TARDIS was, anyways-with an unpleasant thump.
"Oi, come on, spaceman! We've got some planets to explore, or shall I do it without you?"