Thankyou to all the people who reviewed! Love you all. As promised, here is the second chapter.
Disclaimer: As always, I still don't own Doctor Who, or anything to do with it, including David Tennant.
Rose was lost in the TARDIS, tired and hungry with no idea how long it would take to find the Doctor. She'd been walking for a long time before she found something interesting.
Sure, it might not have been what she set out to find, but it was definitely interesting. She wasn't sure why it was so interesting, it just… was. Maybe it was because the door was so different to any other door she'd seen before. Maybe it was because it was right at the end of the corridor. Maybe it was because this corridor seemed darker than the others, making it look almost mysterious. Maybe it was because she was so bored and tired anything would interest her now. She reached out to the handle, and slowly, carefully, turned it, and walked inside to see…
Nothing. There was nothing there. Just… black. The door closed itself behind her, leaving her in complete darkness. And it scared her. She stood for a second, shivering. Not that it was cold, just eerie. She turned around and reached for the door to go out again, but was met by nothing. The door was gone. She felt around in the nothingness desperately for something, anything to grab hold of. But there was nothing. She pulled her hands into her chest, and stood, alone, scared. She needed him now. She needed him to walk up behind her and tell her everything was all right, to hug her and hold her close. She needed him to hold her hand.
"Doctor…" she whispered, feeling so venerable. She had to remind herself that she was on the TARDIS, and that she was safe, but it didn't really help. Logic never seemed to help her in these situations, because what she knew as logic never seemed to be correct. She looked up into the darkness. "Doctor," she said again, louder. Still nothing. "Doctor!" She shouted, as loud as she could, and it seemed to echo down the seemingly endless room.
"Hello, Rose." She gasped, and spun round, trying to find the voice. She knew it. She recognised it instantly. She could never forget that voice. That voice that she used to love, that would calm her when she was scared, or be there for her when she was upset, or make her laugh. That voice she thought she'd never hear again.
"…Doctor?" she whispered, almost afraid to say it, as if he might leave again. "Is that you?"
"It's me Rose. It's ok. I'm here," she stared into the darkness, trying to see him. She reached out her hand to the source of the voice… and found another hand. A hand she recognised, that she used to hold. His hand. The Doctor's hand. He pulled her close to him, and met her other hand with his. She was so close to him now, she could feel his breath on her neck. So real.
"It's you," she whispered, as tears stared to escape her eyes and roll down her cheeks. "It's really you." She didn't know how, but she could almost hear him smiling. She leaned against him, head against his chest. And she could hear his heart beat. Exactly the same as ever. That's one thing that never changed about him. Whenever she was close enough to him she would always listen, the gentle beat of the two hearts almost like music to her ears, and it was always the same.
She let go of his hands, and slowly lifted her arms, wrapping them round his body, as he did the same. And they stood there in silence, in each others arms, for just a few seconds, but for what seemed to last an eternity. "But… how?" she whispered, craning her neck up to look at him, not that she could see anything in the darkness. She looked back down again and rested her head back on his chest.
"Turns out the TARDIS automatically saves all previous regenerations of me into this room, and whenever anyone walks in it generates the regeneration of me that they most want to see that I'm not currently using, if that makes sense." Rose smiled to herself.
"Yea, think so. Just about."
"Only thing is it can only do this once. When you leave, you really wont be able to see me again."
"I can't even see you now."
"Oh right yea, hang on…" and suddenly the room was illuminated, completely white. Rose dropped her arms and stood back, looking at him properly, tears welling up in her eyes. And he smiled at her, that old smile that she loved, that would make her feel safe, no matter what was happening. That smile that used to make her melt.
"I thought I'd never see you again," she whispered, her voice beginning to crack.
"Me too," he said softly. Then a look of concern crossed his face. "You do like the new me though, don't you?"
"Yea, I do," Rose reassured him, laughing almost, looking round the room at nothing, "I mean, he's different, but, yea," she looked him directly in the eye, "I like him." The smile returned to the Doctor's face. Rose smiled back, trying to keep the tears in, but couldn't stop herself. "Oh God," she whispered, before throwing her arms around his neck. He hugged her back, putting his arms round her waist. She had to stretch to reach him, but she didn't care. She was with him again. Her Doctor.
Then the room flickered. Rose gasped and fell off the Doctor, looking around her. "What was that?" she asked, as the room flickered around her.
"The TARDIS can't keep doing this. It uses a lot of power, and she's getting tired. I can't stay here. You have to go." Rose shook her head slowly.
"Don't go…" she said, walking forward and taking his hand. But she knew there was no choice. "At least I get to say goodbye this time," she paused for a second, then said, "goodbye, Doctor." He smiled, but warmly, not one of his manic grins.
"Goodbye, Rose Tyler," he said, and Rose couldn't stop herself anymore. She flung her arms round his neck, and pressed her lips to his.
And they stood there, for just a few seconds. Then he kissed her back. And it was amazing. She opened her mouth, and their tongues were dancing together. Rose was so happy she felt like she could just fly away.
They separated for air, and chocolate brown eyes met ice blue. And they stared, for just a second, looking into each other's souls.
Then he was gone. And all was black again, and Rose was falling. As she fell, she heard one word echo round her head, one familiar word said in a familiar northern accent.
"Fantastic."
Suddenly she was on the ground again, outside the door, the world spinning around her head. She jumped to her feet in a daze and tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. She didn't really expect it to. So she stood, leaning against the wall, head aching, vision slightly blurred, as she tried to calm herself down. She put her hands to her head, trying to stop the headache while also trying to stand upright and now sway.
Then she thought of something. He'd kissed her back. The Doctor had kissed her back. That meant… that meant he loved her too.
And with that she was gone, feet pounding, heart racing, looked for the man she loved. And she wasn't going to stop until she found him.
"Doctor!"