A/N: Wow, what a lot of reviews… I didn't expect such a fantastic response. Wow. Thankyou to all who did review. Here's chapter two.

For days the Doctor had tried to re-establish the connection to Bad Wolf Bay. Tried to get back and tell Rose what he should've told her every day. 'I love you,' three simple words with some much meaning. He had condolence knowing that she was safe. Knowing she was with her family. With people who loved her. Knowing that she loved him back. A lesser man than the Doctor would've given up and gotten drunk, but not him, he'd tried to get back. Tried to punch through the fabric of that universe. Harnessed every bit of energy the TARDIS had to get back to Rose. It was when the TARDIS, magnificent as she was, knocked him off his feet that the Doctor admitted defeat. He collapsed on the ground underneath the console and allowed his emotions to fly. For the first time in his life, the Doctor cried. Sure, he'd been wounded mentally and physically after the Time War, but it hadn't reduced him to tears. Instead he'd brooded. Refusing to let anyone in. Except for Rose. He'd become to close to the blonde 21st century shop girl who'd taught him what life was about. The same girl he'd fallen in love with and inevitably had to part ways with. He cried himself to sleep that night, a truly broken man.

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During the last two months, the Doctor had been trying on companions like they were clothes, and on the way he'd found himself a new blonde, 21st century shop girl. Ironically, her name was that of a flower too: Lily. But, that was where they similarities ended. She'd been selfish and uncaring. Lily had not grieved when he told her of the Time War and had not condoned him when the Doctor had spoken of what happened to Rose. Lily did not appreciate him, and after a week, it was no surprise that he dropped her back on earth. She had not begged him to let her stay, and that's what had made the transition so easy. Lily was selfish. Lily only cared for herself. Lily was everything Rose was not.

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He'd created a memorial for her back on earth. He'd had a service. Invited all her old friends, but all the while knowing that he was the only one left on this earth who still really cared. Flicking through old photo albums of their time together had helped the Doctor fall asleep at night. At first. Then the grief really set in. His mind was taunting him. Taking him on a psychological roller coaster, and there was no way off.

'Rose is gone. She's not coming back. Never will. You're not gonna see her again,' his mind sneered. 'And you know it. You know that I'm right. You know that you won't ever see her again. She'll always be left wondering if you loved her. And she'll probably get back with Mickey. She'll move on, and even if you do see her again. The Rose Tyler you love will be dead.'

The Doctor tried to force these thoughts from his mind. He distracted himself day and night, trying to avoid sleep. He travelled around to times where he knew survival would be the only thing on his mind. It was when he realised that his former self, Rose and Jack would be in 1941 at the height of the London Blitz that stopped him from visiting. His rationality had gone out the window, and it seemed that the self-destructive mode that the Doctor was in, wouldn't be switching off any time soon.

There were nights when Rose Tyler swore she could hear the TARDIS materialising outside. Nights where she would swear that the Doctor's voice was soothing her to sleep, telling her everything would be all right, and then she would open her eyes. In her imagination, she was still with the Doctor, but her eyes, and her better judgement told her she was not. They said that it was impossible. And it was this that drove her. It was these thoughts that made Rose Tyler determined to find her way back to the Doctor. On this particular night, the clockworks in Rose's brain began working. On her lunch breaks she had been programming a particular wall. Unused for years, Rose knew it would be a safe place to work from. And it was near ready. Rose was unsure how she'd done it. It hadn't been easy. But she'd re-routed the destination point from a void, to her universe. And it was ready. Tomorrow was it. And that was why Rose's brain wasn't not sleepy. Was it excitement? Was it fear? She did not know. But Rose Tyler knew this much: that when the time came, nothing and no one could and would talk her out of it.

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The bottle of whisky sitting on the dresser had been tempting. Hell, the Doctor had come so close to drinking it. Sure, he wasn't an alcoholic, but using alcohol to cope with pain wasn't the answer. And neither was attempted suicide. The loss of Rose to the Doctor and the isolation was not a healthy mix. It was almost as deadly as mixing the whisky on his dresser with pills. Sure, in time he would heal and move on with his life, but the scars would still be there. And the painful memories that lay with them. So, the next day, the Doctor got up, and tried to change his life. He had a shower, shaved and got a clean pair of clothes out. He looked respectable again. He looked like the man that so many people had come to fear. He looked like the Doctor ready for business. And today, he was getting closure. He was going to say goodbye to Rose, for good. He was going to move on. He set the coordinates for earth, went to the garden room, picked some flowers and then took a deep breath. His life restarted today.

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