Hi guys! Thanks to everyone for all the support! I can't tell you how surprised I was that so many people read my story!

And I know this is a long time later, but don't worry, the next chapter is going to be a really long one where I explain some of it.

On to the story! Here's part two!


3 Years Later...

The sound of breaking glass jolted Rose Smith out of her sleep. Reaching for John's hand, she found only empty space. What the - ? She quickly sat up and looked around the room. "John!" she whispered fiercely. No answer. "D-Doctor?" Still no answer. Okay, now I'm getting worried. Where is he? she thought. Slipping on a rather large t-shirt (Must be John's), she fumbled her way across the room to the door. She grabber the torch on the floor, and flicked it on, scanning the room. Finding nothing, she left her bedroom and tripped her way down the stairs, flailing occasionally as she attempted to keep her balance in the dark. Reaching the bottom of the spiral trap, she looked around carefully.

Okay, no aliens? Check. Torch/defense mechanism? Check. John? …Not check. Where IS he? She saw a light on in the basement, and heard muffled noises. Never mind! Found 'im. Rolling her eyes, Rose skipped lightly down the second set of stairs and looked expectantly at her husband. "John…" she said quietly. "What are you doing out of bed?" He jumped and looked up with wild eyes.

"John!" Rose rushed to his side. "What's wrong? What is it?!" Panic filled her mind as she considered the possibilities. John looked at her with pained eyes, and pulled her to him, tears welling in his eyes. How can I tell her? It'll break her heart! He thought. "Oh Rose…" he choked out. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Rose."

"What is it John?" She pulled away and looked him in the eyes.

He took a deep breath. "I don't have as much time as we thought love." He paused to see her reaction before continuing. "I'm sick, Rose, and -" He broke off, unable to say more.

"And what? Can't you do something? Make yourself healthy again?" Rose asked, shaking with fear.

"No Rose, I can't. I'm going to die. And I don't know why." She looked at him, disbelieving, and yet believing at the same time. Tears filled her eyes and spilled over like floodgates breaking.

"No," she half-whispered, shaking her head. John pulled her close and held her tightly. "No, no, no, no, no!" Rose began to cry into his chest. Why?! she screamed in her head. Why is the universe so cruel?! Why won't you let me be happy?! WHY ARE YOU TAKING HIM AWAY FROM ME??!? Rose sobbed harder and harder, becoming more hysterical by the minute. She clung to him as if it were her own life that was hanging in the balance. She felt his ears fall into her hair, each one like a knife of fire. She knew she should be trying to be strong for him, or ask more questions, but the thought of losing him always hurt her. Now this news, that he would die much sooner…it shattered her heart into a million tiny pieces.

Eventually, The Doctor scooped her up and carried his broken wife up the stairs, his own heart breaking with each step, every sob that he heard and felt rip through his Rose. When he reached their bedroom, he laid her on their bed, and then curled up next to her, holding her tightly. As if maybe, just maybe, if he kept her in his arms, he'd be okay. He held her until her sobs grew quieter, and eventually she fell asleep. When his own too had subsided, he sat up to look at his wife. Stroking her cheek gently, he leaned down and kissed her softly. "I love you" he whispered. "I love you, my beautiful Rose, and that will never, ever change." With that, he pulled the sheets over them and curled himself around her, before falling into a deep sleep, with whispered dreams of forever.


What do you think? Got any ideas for the story? Please Comment/Review! Next part will be up in the next few days.

Also, thanks to ChellusAuglerie, Dr. Who Nut, and HiddenInTheTardis for the support of the Doctor getting sick. A lot of people don't like it, but trust me, it gets better! I promise. :-P