Thanks everyone so much for reading and reviewing! This is my first posted FanFic story, really, and I am like jumping up and down I'm so happy! Thanks to those new allies who have been helping out, and thanks to David Tennant and Matt Smith for existing! Yes, they get that much.
I'm really sorry if I disappoint any very strict Whovians; I wrote most of this fic while I was watching season 2, so now I'm pretty much rewriting everything. Continue to check back, and tell me what you think of the edits.
The Doctor has landed on a beach in New Earth, which for some reason is near New New York, the city toward which he is walking...
About an hour later, he found himself at the edge of the city. Skyscrapers towered high above, people milled around on the sidewalks, and shuttles whizzed through the air above. He smiled sadly. Rose had loved it so much when he'd first brought her here. The thought brought a sudden ache to his hearts, so he tried to push the thought away (unsuccessfully), and slid into the crowd. He had no destination in mind; he just went with the flow. After something like a mile, he finally decided that he'd get something to eat.
"But what to get?" He thought to himself. The answer he thought of brought yet another sad smile to his lips. "Chips."
He realized that, having no money, he'd have to go get some. He walked a while longer and came up on a bank with an outdoor ATM. He walked up, flashed his sonic screwdriver at the touch screen in a few places, and pocketed 100 copper Earth credits, (the equivalent of about $100 or £50) all as if it were normal! As he walked away, he could almost hear Rose telling him not to do that, it wasn't right to take money that wasn't yours. He would have gladly taken any amount of scolding if he could have her back. But he couldn't. It just wasn't possible. He'd left her there on that beach years ago. She had the human version of his tenth self. She'd moved on. She was happy without him now...
He shook himself from his thoughts and grimly walked on until he found a restaurant to his standard; fast food would have good chips. He shuffled in the door and up to the counter.
"How can I help you, sir?" buzzed the mechanical FoodBot.
"Large chip please." he grumbled. The FoodBot popped out a hot box of fried goodness.
"2 credits, please." buzzed the FoodBot. The Doctor popped a few credits in the correct slot. "Thank you. Have a nice day!" chirped the FoodBot.
"Yeah, I seriously doubt it." The Doctor grumble under his breath. He plopped into a window seat, and absentmindedly munched on the greasy fried food as he gazed out the window at people passing by. Unwittingly, he began to see Rose everywhere. That one had her hair, that one was exactly the same height, that one had the same fashion sense, and so on. He noticed, however, that not one of them had her chin. No, he thought, that's rather peculiar to her. Rose Tyler, one-of-a-kind girl. That was her. She was a singular person... That laugh, the courage, the ingenuity, those sparkling eyes... The Doctor suddenly realized the course his thoughts were taking, so emptied his mind once again. He looked down to find that he'd already gone through half the box of chips, and he didn't want any more. He dumped the remnants in a trash receptacle, and almost left, but he realized that he was excruciatingly thirsty. How much salt do they put in those things?! he thought, agitated. Then on second thought... He licked his lips. One teaspoon per chip. he calculated. Bloody ton, it is! He went up to the counter, ordered a large bottle of water, paid for it, and chugged the whole thing on his way to the trash can. He tossed it in its proper receptacle and went to leave. However, on his way out of the door, he bumped into someone. Someone with blond hair, hazel eyes, and a peculiar chin.