A/N: What's this? I said this would be a oneshot, so whats with this chapter, you ask?
Well, I got a review, from Summoning Secrets, who suggested writing the oneshot from the Doctors POV. I loved the idea, so here it is!
I personally loved how this came out, and I am interested in continuing this, as a chapter story, that is, if anyone is interested. So tell me whatcha think, should I continue this or no?
It was a cold chilly night with the wind blowing rough, and the Doctor tugged his leather jacket a bit tighter around him as he exited the TARDIS.
He gave the old blue Police Box a glare as the door shut behind him. He was supposed to be in France, around the nineteenth century, but instead he had landed on some forgotten road by a river, and most likely in the twenty-first century. After arriving the TARDIS had refused to budge, and so the Doctor decided to look around a bit and give her some time to cool down.
The place around him was deserted, probably no one had been here in a long time. It was an old dirt road, trailing off into nearby woods. From where the road came was an old rusty bridge, high above the river waters.
The Doctor decided to head in that direction, maybe watch the water for a bit. It had been so long since he had just taken the time to wander about someplace.
As he continued his short walk, he was surprised to find he was not alone.
There was a girl, standing on the side of the bridge, just at the edge. She seemed to be doing the same thing he was doing, enjoying the midwinter night. However, her eyes were shut, and he breathing was shaky. She seemed to edge a bit forwards, she must have not known how close she was to the edge.
The girl's balance was a bit off, and it looked like she was going to fall.
Jumping into action, the Doctor raced forwards and wrapped his arms around the girl, and then took a few quick steps backwards, safely away from the edge.
The girl pushed herself away from him and stumbled backwards, a disoriented look on her face. She noticed him, and got even more confused.
"Are you okay?" He asked, hoping he didn't accidentally hurt her. The girl edged a few steps back.
"Does it matter?" She replied, a bit nervously.
"Well, yes," The Doctor said. Why wouldn't it not matter? "Why were you so close to the edge anyway?"
"Um," she said, looking down at her feet, unable to make eye contact for some reason.
It took the Doctor a few moments, but things soon clicked.
Her nervousness, why she was so close to the edge and why she moved even closer, shakiness of breath and why she thought her okay-ness didn't matter.
She was going to commit suicide.
"Oh," was all he said when he realized.
He was at that point once before, he didn't really like to think about it, it brought up way too many bad memories, of the Time War, of his previous lives and friends and family, and how they were all gone.
If there was one thing that the Doctor hated, it was being alone, and him being alone had once put him in the same state of the girl before him.
"Why would you want to... you know..." he asked gently. Maybe if he could figure out the cause, he could help her. He was fantastic at helping people.
The girl visibly stiffened, and the Doctor didn't blame her. Telling someone why you wanted to kill yourself isn't an easy thing to do, not at all.
"I have my reasons," she replied curtly.
"But why?" The Doctor pressed further, "What could be so bad that the only solution is to end it all?"
A small bit of annoyance crossed the girls features, no doubt she was expecting the Doctor to go on a stereotypical rant about the beauty of life.
"Listen, sir, I've tried, and it's just not working. Nothing... nothing's working. I've made my choice, now leave me be," the girl stated firmly.
Without a second glance at the Doctor, the girl moved back to her perch at the edge of the bridge. The Doctor feared for a moment she might jump, right then and there, but instead she waited, most likely for him to leave.
Instead of tugging her away from the edge again, or trying to talk the reason out of her, the Doctor decided to try a different approach.
He walked towards her and stood right next to her.
And then he reached over and took her hand in his.
"No." was all he said.
"No?" the girl questioned.
"No, I won't leave you alone. No one should die alone."
"B-but," the girl started, but the Doctor quickly cut her off.
"If you're going to jump, then I'll jump with you," he said, offering a small smile.
The girl tried pulling her hand away, and he just held on a little bit tighter.
"But why? Don't you have a family or something?"
The Doctor just shook his head.
"Friends? Co-workers? Something?"
"Nope. No one."
The girl tried pulling her hand back again, and the Doctor reluctantly let go this time.
"It's just not right, you aren't going to do this," the girl said.
"Then neither are you," The Doctor replied with a grin.
There was a tense moment of silence, the girl and the Doctor staring each other down.
A small idea popped into the Doctor's head, and the more he thought about it the more fitting it seemed. He hadn't had someone travel with him in a very long time, and it'd be nice to not be alone again.
"Well- what's your name?"
"Rose. Rose Tyler."
Rose, it suited her. She looked like a Rose. Unfortunately, she looked like a Rose who hadn't been loved or taken care of in a very long time. A lonely, broken Rose.
But the Doctor wanted to fix that.
"Well then, how about I prove to you life's worth living?"
Rose looked curiously at him.
"And how exactly are you going to do that?" she asked.
"Rose Tyler," he said, moving to hold her hand once more, "I'm gonna show you the universe."
