THE HOLOGRAM ROSE 2/3
Hologram Doctor

Rose was sitting in her room. Time was passing by but she hardly even realised what day it was. Life after Bad Wolf Bay wasn't her life anymore- The Girl Who Died in The Battle- oh yes, it certainly felt like being dead. Sometimes she used to got that strange feeling that she wasn't alone. And she really hoped that maybe, just maybe, He really was somehow watching over her. But that was impossible, the worlds were sealed.

She still has that little device he gave her one day. He ment to repair it but didn't managed to do that. Rose doesn't know what that was, but that feels closer to him when she kept it. It was alien, from that world, from him, from home. She was carrying it everywhere with her, although some time has passed after they goodbye. It feels like hope, like a memory- like a piece of him. One day something happened to it, it has changed, just for a moment. One evening she was half asleep when it got hot, almost burning her hand. But that was it, nothing else happened ever since. She was scared at first, but then a little spark of hope appeared in her heart. Rose sighed heavily, went to the bathroom, splash her face with cold water and lifted it up to the mirror. Her skin was more yellow than pink now, her hair was flat and her eyes lost that old brightness. Blimey, even now she was seeing him with the corner of her eye.. The memory of better days.
Few days has passed and she couldn't help that strange feeling she was unable to name- like something was happening near her and she doesn't know about it. The one thing she was sure was that she was definitely seeing him. She was so desperate to be around The Doctor again, that her imagination pictured him you wish so hard for something to happend, it sometimes does.

Rose knows she has everreactive imagination but that day she was really happy about it. The picture of him was more real now- not the misty memory, more like he was really there. Like… a hologram. This time it was also different. Usually it was just him, as she remembered him best- in his brown suit and messy hair and that beautiful grin of his. But not now. He stood in the corner with hands in his pockets, his all body sort of hunched and tired. But his face was the worst- the eyes were sad and.. dead.

Although it was heartbreaking to see him like that, she was waiting every damn day. It was still The Doctor. Her Doctor. Sometimes she wondered why he has changed so much. What happened? Was it something during his journeys or… No. She wouldn't dare to admit that even to herself. However she hoped, really really hoped (with full knowledge of how wrong it was) that he was suffering their separation just as much as she did. It was selfish, of course it was, but she couldn't help it. The only thing she couldn't really understands was: why now? Maybe there was still a tiny rift between the parallel worlds and he doesn't know about this? Maybe it was so small that only the TARDIS could detect it and send no more than just an image? She realised that probably there weren't enough power to send her image back and she didn't want to try talking to him. She was afraid that will broke the connection, besides, what would she said? Rose decided it's probably better the way it is. It was somehow nice- watching him without his knowledge. She was able to see the real him, the way he was acting while being alone. Sometimes it was… different. Like that day when she saw him barefoot, only in his striped brown trousers. Shaving. That was… private. That was the most intimate she'd ever saw him. That was wrong from every side you looked at it and she definitely shouldn't, but as Cassandra once said „She've been looking. She likes it." She never had a possibility to see him half naked and, oh god, if only she could touch him…!
So Rose watched him- flying in the TARDIS, fighting aliens, having trouble but always saving the day. It feels good to see him but also it hurts- she can't hold his hand or help him in anything, like she used to.

That was Monday. Normal day, just like any other, nothing was suppose to happen. But Rose Tyler woke up really that day, with a strong feeling that something needs to be done. Doctor was there too, asleep on the pilot seat. There was his screwdriver and lots of strange wires around him- he probably took a nap during fixing the TARDIS. She smiled, yeah, he does that. And that unimportant moment was the time she decided. Enough of having pity over herself. She used to save the entire worlds with The Doctor and now she was useless. That's it. He is doing nothing at the moment, so she has to. That was a normal Monday when Rose Tyler decided to finally applied to Torchwood.

Working in Torchwood wasn't easy at first. She knew a lot about aliens but no-one took her seriously- no A-levels, no experience (oh, if only they knew…). It took some time but she proved herself to all of them and they respected her, even propose the cooperation with building the Dimension Cannon. She didn't forget about that little strange broken device from her pocket and she was working on it every second she could. And one day two little lamps turn on.
There was Doctor in his brown suit in the TARDIS. There was Rose Tyler in her blue jacket in Torchwood. There was an Intelligent Hologram with the red light (like REC when you are recording) and the green light (like when pressed PLAY). There were a Time Lord and a human across time and space and they were seeing each other.

First was shock, then disbelief and finally their hearts burst with happiness. The voice transmissions were still broken but that doesn't matter to them because they weren't speaking anyway. They were looking, absorbing the sight of the other one, their smiles and loving (a bit teary now) gazes. But it didn't least long. Suddenly the Dimension Cannon started to work- it set on all the alarms and the force field shut down the Intelligent Hologram. For good

There was no Doctor in his brown suit in the TARDIS. There was no Rose Tyler in her blue jacket in Torchwood.
That was the time the first star died in the sky.