DISCLAIMER: I OWN MANY RANDOM THINGS, BUT DOCTOR WHO IS NOT ONE OF THEM.

A/N Alright we've got Love Story by Taylor Swift lined up for today's chapter. It's not what I intended to write and I had a fairly lame title tie in. However, I hope you all like it. By the way there is a fabulous youtube video you should all see about Doctor and Rose with the Love story Viva la Vida mix. It's phenomenal. I'll post a link in my bio for you if you haven't seen it. Actually, I lied. I went to post the link and it's unavailable now. :-( If anyone happens to know of like a back up channel or something where it can still be found that would be lovely. P.S. For those of you caught up with the episodes. I almost started bawling on the last one and then I was in this depressed funk thing for like two hours. Yeah... it was a little pathetic. Anyway, I'll try and update again soon. Fingers crossed for tomorrow. But I'm going to try and post on Assassinations if I can. Thanks for everything guys!

Love Story

I was on my way to work when I saw him. I glanced at him as I hurried through the bustle of people, but I never would have known except he stopped dead in his tracks. I happened to glance again and he was still frozen, his eyes carefully analyzing my face. Curious, I turned direction, walking towards him. His eyes widened and I thought he perhaps was going to run. Instead, he extended a hand, pulling me out of the crowd and into a empty side street.

Perhaps, I ought to have been worried. After all, London was not always the safest place in the world. But the warmth and familiarity of his hand held me captivated. He was unrecognizable and more than a little strange with an old fashioned bow tie and suspenders. Still, his blue-green eyes were kind beyond anything... suddenly I saw different eyes in their place, brown eyes full of fire and ice and then the clearest of blue marred only by the sadness they held. I shied away from the memories, reminding myself for the thousandth time that it was impossible.
Will I ever see you again? -You can't-

The memories hurt, but oddly enough I didn't mind the sad ones. It's when I remembered the good things like apple grass and In the Mood that it hurt the most. He made me remember all of it. Every moment spent together.

I looked shyly at his face even as he openly stared at mine. When he brought up a hand to touch my cheek, I flinched away, though I wanted so badly to lean into his gentle hand. He stepped away immediately as if he had been burned, but he still watched me with a burning intensity. I missed the feel of his soft grip on my hand.

"Sorry," he said after a moment. "I didn't mean to..."

"Yes, you did. All you've done is stare at me. You meant something."

"No, I meant... I didn't mean to be here, to see you in the first place."

"How..." I studied him, trying to settle on a sensible emotion. Shock, the desire to be disgusted and frightened, but not the actual emotions, and most surprising of all... excitement, a joyful anticipation were the only things I felt at the moment. "How do you know me?"

"Did I say I knew you?"

"You didn't have to."

"I suppose that makes sense. I must say you've got good instincts, better than the others. You all ready know you know me too."

"I've never seen you in my life," I said, but it felt wrong, like a lie. How could I have never seen such a beautiful creature before? Suddenly, all I wanted to do was touch his face, his hair, memorize every detail. I hadn't felt this way for so long, not since... not since Bad Wolf Bay.

"But that's not quite true is it?" He asked and I that's when I knew. It was him. A wildly different him than I'd ever met before, but the same in the way he turned my heart into a shooting star. I was taken back to the day my life was turned around, the day he changed his face. I relearned the shape of his eyes, the feel of his cheekbones once, I wondered if I might learn it all over again.

"How can you possibly be here?"

"I told you, I didn't mean to."

The question occurred to me then. I didn't want to ask it fearing what he would say, but I had to anyway.

"Why? Why didn't you mean to? When you found out it was possible... what stopped you from coming back?"

"Don't ask me that. I don't even know the answer."

I hated his answer, but at least it was sincere. I believed every word.

"Go then," I whispered. "Go home before you make things worse."

"How can I go... now that I'm here with you?" His eyes turned tender on me, and I almost gave in. But I couldn't live with the pain again.
Fat heavy tears fell down my cheeks, like comets streaking across the sky. He reached out to brush them away, but I skirted away.
"Stop it," I murmured. "Just stop talking."

"I missed you."

"It doesn't matter. You need to leave before you regret staying another minute." At that moment, I think I truly knew what it felt like to stab your own heart.

"Why don't you understand, I'm not leaving you."

"And I'm not letting you stay."

We stared at each other across the galaxies between us, measure the strength of the other's will. I remembered a similar on that terrible day at Canary Wharf. That day, my will had been stronger although it helped that secretly he wanted it too. I prayed my heart would not betray me as his once had.

His hand found my cheek and I couldn't bring myself to avoid it. The tears had finally stopped but I felt them waiting in the wings for an excuse to come rushing out. The sweetness of his gaze almost opened the flood gates.

"I want to live the rest of my life with you."

A single tear slipped out, but I held in the rest despite the thundering of my heart. "You know you can't."

"Maybe not, but I still want to."

I smiled weakly. By pulling out a single stone, the hastily thrown up walls around my heart came tumbling down. Great stars, I loved him.

"Just give me this chance."

"This chance you didn't mean to happen?" I countered, putting up one last defense.

"Rule number one, I lie."

I didn't consciously remember crossing the distance, but the next thing I knew I had my arms wrapped around his neck and my lips locked on his. His hands were hesitant and unsure as they tried to find a place to settle, but when they found my hips they were solid and strong. His lips were cool on mine, like a glass of water, but his entire being radiated warmth.

He pulled away sooner than expected, to simply look at my face. He seemed to stare at me a lot lately.

"You know I don't really believe you," I said after a moment.

"You know it doesn't make a difference."

"You won't stay forever."

"But I'll stay. Don't throw away a perfectly good love story here. May I stay?"

I still doubted him, still doubted our future, but I didn't hesitate. "Yes."