all right, there are a couple different perspectives going on here, so just bear with me please
"Ow!" Amy yelled. Rory attempted to put his arm around her comfortingly, but the look on her face resulted in him pulling back.
"A bit bumpier than usual, I suppose," I joked, trying to make an apologetic face. Judging by the look the Ponds were wearing, I failed. "Geronimo," I said as Amy walked closer. The look on her face usually didn't bode well for me.
Thankfully, Rory directed her to the door of the tardis. "So, Doctor," Rory's voice was raised quite obviously. "Where exactly did we land?"
"And when?" Amy added, with a hint of malice left in her voice.
"Oh, Pond," I said as I placed my arm carelessly around her shoulders. "I know you aren't REALLY that upset with me." Looking at Rory though, I hastily took my arm off. "Let's just go have a look-see!" I raised my voice and threw the doors open to see a heart achingly familiar, desolate beach.
I sighed audibly as we exited the car. "There really isn't a point for you to come with me, John," I said. "Today isn't even the anniversary of when you and I were left here. It's the first one." I looked down when I said that last part. I didn't want to make him feel guilty or anything, but this anniversary was special to me. It was something I just needed to do on my own.
"I know which one it is, Rose," he responded. "But it just makes me feel bad to think of you out here by yourself, just constantly thinking about it."
He reached over and grabbed my hand as we started walking away from the car. A part of me wanted to pull away, but I held firmly onto his warm hand. It did help a little, to know that he was going to be there with me.
Holding her hand felt nice. Her hand was colder than mine, and I could tell that she was hesitant to hold mine at all. It shouldn't hurt me, but it got to me a little bit. This was something different for her, a ritual of sorts. I meant it completely when I said that I didn't want her out here by herself. Not because she couldn't take care of herself because God forbid anybody tries to cross my Rose Tyler. It's that I know that if I wasn't out here with her, she'd be...well, alone.
We walked in silence to the edge of the bay. Thankfully, she kept holding my hand. I was looking down when she dropped my hand. "What's wrong?" I asked, the worry in my voice that even I could hear. She pointed and I followed the line of sight. "What?"
"What's wrong, Doctor?" Their voices sounded far away to me. I knew they were wondering what I was doing, but for once, I wished they would just stop.
I stepped further out, looking down at the sand before looking up and around. "Impossible," I whispered to myself. "This isn't right," I said louder. Turning around to face the Ponds, I said, "We need to go, shouldn't be here. Back into the tardis."
"Since when have you ever left when you weren't supposed to be somewhere?" Amy said accusingly, standing steadfast in the doorway.
"Doesn't matter," I said, waving my arms to try to get her back in.
"Doctor?" Rory questioned. "Should we be concerned with those people over there?"
"It can't be," I said. I turned to face John. "It can't be, can it?" The surprised look on his face conveyed the message. We both looked over to see the familiar blue police box. The original.
"Three people," John said. "I see three people."
"Doctor?" I yelled over. One of the men turned around. "Doctor?!"
"Doctor?!" I turned around sharply at the sound of her yell. The blonde hair stuck out clearly, as did the familiar man in the blue suit.
"Rose?" I yelled back. The two people began running towards me, and I ran towards them, ignoring the yells of Amy and Rory.
Suddenly, I found myself face to face with Rose Tyler and the metacrisis. They both looked older but still familiar. I hugged Rose tightly, painfully aware of the metacrisis staring at us in wonder.
Rose pulled away and held me away at arms' length. "You've regenerated." I ignored the disappointment in her voice as she looked at me then at the metacrisis.
"Only once since..." my voice trailed off.
"Since you left us here," she finished the sentence.
The Ponds ran up next to me, breathing heavily, and Rose looked over them.
A redhead? Of course it was a redhead. "So who are they?" I asked, hating myself for the iciness in my voice.
The Doctor turned and gestured to each of them. "This is Amy and Rory Pond."
"Siblings?" I questioned. They didn't look very much alike.
The man shook his head and chuckled. "Amy Pond and Rory Williams," he said and stuck out his hand. "We're married." I tentatively shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you," I said, offering a small smile. "This is John. John Smith," I said. "And I'm Rose Tyler." I didn't exactly want to spend my time getting acquainted. "How long are you here for, Doctor?" I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer.
The Doctor looked down and ran his hand through his hair familiarly. "That's always the question, isn't it?" He chuckled quietly and looked up at me. "We," he gestured to himself and the so-called Ponds. "We have to go."
I couldn't stop the tears from forming in my eyes. "Of course you do, Doctor," I laughed bitterly. "We have a daughter, y'know," I added.
He looked back and forth between me and John. "That's wonderful." The smile didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Her name's Donna," I laughed. "I just wish that you could see her."
A child. "I'm sure that she'll turn out just as fantastic as you are, Rose," I said.
I mentally thanked the Ponds for having the sense to walk away; I suppose I should've mentally thanked the metacrisis for walking away as well, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him.
"Do you know what today is, Doctor?" Rose asked.
I nodded. "Did you really think that I would forget, Rose Tyler?" I leaned in to kiss her. "The tardis probably thinks it's doing us a favor by landing me here." She closed the distance between us.
"I wish it wasn't different," Rose started.
"But it is," I said. "I know it is. Will the meta- I mean, John. Will John mind that you've just kissed me?"
She shook her head no, but I was sure he was keeping his sadness hidden from her.
"I suppose I'm taken now as well." Her eyes widened in surprise. "Her name's River Song. An archaeologist," I scoffed. Rose looked down. "She's not Rose Tyler though." I kissed her on the cheek and turned to walk away, ignoring the pain I felt in both my hearts.
I stared helplessly at the new man that was walking away from me. It seemed to take hours for him to reach the tardis, and he paused before he entered its doors. John walked up next to me as the police box began to dematerialize. John grabbed my hand, and it reminded me of the second time I was left here. I was more stable now, but the pain was still real.
I could tell she wanted more and wanted him. I gave them their time together though, however little it was, and that's all I could really give them anyway. Her hand was warm now, no longer requiring my hand's warmth to help her. It was like that a lot. She needed me, but I think I need her more.
The Ponds kept their distance as we waited for the tardis to land elsewhere. There have only been a select few times that I have actually cried. Half of those times, if not the majority of them, have been over Rose Tyler. She'll always be with me, a constant reminder of what brought me back and what has kept me here. My Rose Tyler.
this is me talking now, thank to gess789 for giving me the idea, I don't know if this is what you had in mind but this is what you're getting! 3