Sand In my Shoes

AN / Fluffy 400 word song fic. I've been wanting to do a songfic and this popped into my head as I am still mourning the ninth Doctor. Curse you Christopher Eccleston! COME BACK! - Please r&r if you want but don't flame please.

Disclaimer / I do not own anything to do with Doctor Who. - A fact that sorrows me greatly - well… I do have one of the books.. does that count? I also do not own Dido's Sand in My shoes in which this songfic comes from.

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I've still got sand in my shoes and I can't shake the thought of you

Rose wandered the TARDIS, moping even after the sandy planet of Barcelona where the dogs had no noses… He was gone and it was her fault. Of course, she reasoned, she had saved his full life - he had to be alive in order to regenerate - but was it worth it? Her Doctor was gone.

I should get on, forget you but why would I want to

She growled at the giant venus fly trap in the garden as it reached out to bite her, slapping it firmly before turning on her heel and walking out of the garden in search of the Doctor mark two. Or was it ten? He had said something about him being the tenth version of himself. She was still baffled, how was it possible?

I know we said goodbye, anything else would've been confused

She hunted through the TARDIS's many doors hoping to find the Doctor. Giving up she retried the corridor in hunt of the library, or if possible, a bar. The TARDIS was being unusually helpful - or unhelpful as it may be - and let her locate the library after only three doors. Finding a beanbag near a bookshelf she flopped down and located a thick novel with the words 'Les Misérables' written on it. She flung it angrily at another wall, annoyed at herself. The door burst open as the Doctor stepped into the room. She looked at him coyly. Raising an eyebrow, the Doctor picked up the book she'd thrown and tossed it back to her before retreating with a book that looked suspiciously like a yellow 'TARDIS Programming Help' book.

Rose looked up at the ceiling and sighed. There was no going back.

But I want to see you again