Any unrecognisable names are previous companions from the Classic Who, or are connected to Torchwood. Feel free to do your research at the TARDIS Data Core.
Rassilon is the creator of the Time Lords (and the Doctor in Classic Who would remark with Rassilon instead of God)
In the first episode 'Rose', Rose mentions Jimmy Stone, whom she quit school for and was the reason she never took her A-levels.
Lunacy at its Finest
Chapter Eleven
The whole thing is preposterous, really, because just as easily as they've slipped into this, they both try to ruin it by scaring off the other.
Showing the worst of themselves.
He shows her rage and ruin and disregard and she shows him cold and distant and hate and they realize what the other is doing at the same time and it's just so stupid because they are both still very here.
And then he can't stop kissing her.
He's so ancient for a Time Lord and she's so ancient for a human that they can't find themselves holding onto lives he took and people she's shot and worlds they burned and burned and burned.
He still doesn't understand her. The seconds of centuries undone by him hang in shadows behind her lashes, shrouding her.
Some days there is so much fog he can't see her.
But her hand is always in his.
He can still feel her. (beyond the smoke and the mist and the haze there is touch and that is enough because he hasn't lost her)
She'll never let go.
He doesn't think he'd let her.
Sometimes he is terrible, too, because he still has hundreds of years behind him and there are no Ponds around to bounce and smile and keep running. He can't fool her.
And in the groaning of his ship and the cruel sympathy of Rose, he walks silently through his halls, shoulders sinking under (crushing, really) all that has been and all that he's done-
He makes to avoid her because he doesn't want her to see him. He doesn't even have to. She won't look for him.
(but even in her tears she is warmth and she's made him better can't you see)
He finds her, then, and she doesn't search for a smile or ask him what's wrong(everything) because she understands (and that is horrible and he's grown tired of thinking so) and she doesn't question. He slips into her silently and sometimes he cries and she is never any less.
And sometimes there are so many shadows between them that they spend galaxies apart in the TARDIS, unable to stand the sight of the other.
The whole ordeal really was frustratingly complicated. (The Ponds were so easily human. Ace and Martha and Peri and-they were all so easily, easily human. Rose Tyler is heavy and hard and she suffocates him.)
He finds her in a living room, eating laffy taffy and cussing out alien dramas, and he slips his hand into hers and thinks she is worth it.
She sinks into the seat in her mismatched jammies, her thoughts caught up in a severe article of particle cooking and the importance of French baloojas (kangaroo-shaped surfboards), settling into habits of domesticity (she is not as pusillanimous as he) when she catches him staring at her.
"What?" She whines softly, hoping she's not glowing purple or something involving attention because immortality (or something resembling it) doesn't dominate laziness and she doesn't feel like getting up.
His eyes trail on her hair, where she's used his bowtie as a hairclip. With a puzzled frown, he states, "You are absolutely mad, you know that?"
She narrows her eyes as he resumes fusing her curling iron with the microwave, and she chucks the magazine in his face and storms off.
They drive each other bonkers, but it's a comfort they need.
Sometimes they are on planets dizzying and horrifying and everything is spiraling into the end (it usually is) and they are laughing and running and saving.
This time he doesn't laugh, he cannot run, and he hasn't saved.
He failed.
He looks to his companion for that surprise, the disheartening (you've let them down you've let me down how could you fail) but then it's Rose and her hand is in his and she pulls him to the TARDIS because otherwise he'd collapse.
She'd never look at him like that.
Too old, he muses. Too understanding, he spits.
(Too loyal?)
He clings to her and begs to any willing ear out there to let him keep her. (There's no way they'll avoid that white wall forever.)
smiokneobgnreoigneosbtrgdsdfg Rose Doctor development and more to come. Watch me foam in the mouth (actually, imagine me, since you can't really see me. Think of me as a majestic purple unicorn frothing ice cream that's fed to greedy talking pandas)
~TSOE