We are back from the great beyond! 2 weeks of not so gruelling exams and a postponed oral later and our exams are finished!

As of late, Team Starkid has beckoned me with their Apocalyptour videos and PrivateRadio is drowning in Supernatural feels. What we both agree on, and I'm sure certain people feel the same way *wink* is that the Avengers was amazing and Joss Whedon and every single cast member deserves ALL THE AWARDS.

Also, Tom Hiddleston. Ehehehehe.

I would apologise for using My Chemical Romance again except I fangirl so hard over them that I really can't do it sincerely. Frank Iero just gets my heart a'flutterin'.

I almost forgot to mention, credit goes to John Green for a particular quote, which has been taken from the novel, 'The Fault in Our Stars'.

I don't know what PrivateRadio will come up or when the next chapter will be up but it will come. Until then, I will be working on finishing my latest fic so I can start indulging new plot bunnies.

This is set in Girl in the Fireplace (UGH. I know, so many issues.) after the Doctor has gallivanted off like the douchebag he sometimes is. Also, I felt that our chapters so far have been pretty Doctor-central, thus, I present a one-shot, exploring the mind of our beloved Rose Tyler! Photoset can be found on tippingkillstimelords(dot)tumblr(dot)com

SONG: I Don't Love You - My Chemical Romance

Well, when you go

Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay

And maybe when you get back

I'll be off to find another way

And after all this time that you still owe

You're still a good-for-nothing I don't know

So take your gloves and get out

Better get out while you can

This man is not the one she knows.

The Doctor was a strange man. But he was not a stranger, not to Rose Tyler – least of all, to Rose Tyler. Then again, even she did not know the enigma that called itself the last of the Time Lords. But she understood him.

And that was enough.

This man is not the one she loves.

She couldn't pinpoint it exactly. She fell in love with him the way one falls asleep: slowly, and then all at once. It was gradual and built over time, while he – with his big ears and leather jacket – knew from the very beginning.

Then, it was the end. She never did get to apologise.

She was a bit slow, just a little behind him. She kept him back, but underneath the sharp remarks and dry jokes, he was patient and she was fantastic. Her Doctor would wait for her.

This man is not the one who loves her.

She decided that he finally realised what had been there from the start. She had held him too close for too long, so he ran away.

He was sick of her. He found someone better. She had played this game before. She knew what happened next turn.

She would move on.

Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading

So sick and tired of all the needless beating

But baby when they knock you down and out

It's where you oughta stay

Well after all the blood that you still owe

Another dollar's just another blow

So fix your eyes and get up

Better get up while you can

This man may be the Doctor, with his pinstripe suits and wild hair. But he is not her Doctor.

She wonders if things might have been different, had she realised her feelings sooner. She wonders if she would want to change things.

At this moment, she would probably like things to be a little different. Not being stranded on a 51st century spaceship with her ex-boyfriend and a dormant TARDIS would be an ideal situation.

She thinks about this Doctor and his tendency to babble and brilliant. She wonders if he's happy in the 18th century, in France, with the woman he really cares about. He abandoned his beloved TARDIS to keep his Madame safe. She remembers a lifetime ago when he did the same thing for her.

The new Doctor needs a new girl – one who has class and intelligence and who won't keep him grounded.

She doesn't fit in to this new equation.

She wants to work up the courage to leave. First, it was Sarah Jane and now it is Reinette. She doesn't think her heart can take anymore. At least she has Mickey. At least she has her mum and she still has her dignity, fragmented as it may be.

Reality catches her and she realises it's been too long and the Doctor might not be coming back. He may never come back. The thought terrifies her because she wants to hate the man and leave this draining lifestyle, but she can't.

She can't because it is as breathtaking as it is heartbreaking, and the rush she feels every time she explores a new planet or new timeline or runs for her life, all of that could never compare to anything she could possibly feel on Earth.

And she knows that her feelings for her Doctor could never compare to anything else that time or space or home has to offer her.

She closes her eyes and hopes that he is happy with the woman he loves. She resigns to the fact that, on the off chance he does return, she would stay for the blistered feet and the whirring sounds and Raxicoricofallapatorious and for the man she loves.

This man is the one she loves.

He loved her first.

But she loves him more.

When you go would you have the guts to say

'I don't love you like I loved you yesterday'?