Sorry it's been so long, I had to go back to... *shudder* school... I made it longer to make up for it though! I will try to update again this weekend!

Just FYI when something is in italics it either means that something is being though or said telepathically.

"Come on old girl, help me get this right! If we're gonna get her back we are gonna need to get the timing exactly right! Not a day off!"

This was the first time I'd been so happy in... Over a year. Sure, Martha was great, but Rose was... Different. Special. And yeah, sure, I loved Martha, but not in the way she wanted me to. Not the way I loved Rose.

I could even feel the TARDIS's excitement pulsing through me as I ran around the console, setting everything up just so.

I hooked up the timey-wimey device to the coordinate grid, but to my surprise the TARDIS had already found the coordinates and loaded them up. She was working overtime to get our Rose back. I immediately felt a mutual surge of affection transfer from me to her and from her to me.

"Oh, you're a brilliant ship, now aren't you? Alright, now more thing then... Well, two more. Well, three more. I need the multi-dimension cannon, a pen and a piece of paper. Can you help?" I asked the TARDIS. She hummed sweetly in return and immediately I felt her guiding my mind to the supply room.

I quickly followed, and sure enough, ended up facing a door about average size that looked about right. There was something familiar about it, but I just figured, hey, I must've been in this room a thousand times before.

Opening the door, I felt every muscle in my body tense up. Because I knew this room. And it was definitely not the storage room. It was Rose's.

"Why? I asked you to bring me to the room with the dimension cannon and... Oh. There wouldn't be pen and paper in the storage room I guess." I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly.

I was right about to ask the TARDIS to show me to a different room that would have a pen and paper, but I felt her nudging me in.

"What? What is it that you want to see? This room has been untouched for over a year! And I want to keep it that way until she comes back! It can be like... Like she never left..."

"Your room is also connected to hers. There are three doors in here. Closet, hall, and your room. Did you really think I would not notice you rearranging me?" She whispered telepathically.

"Well... No," I replied.

"I also know that you look in here every night. You can't hide what you do inside of me, my Doctor," she murmured gently.

This time I replied aloud. "Well... Yes, but I never actually went in. You're making this all complicated! Can we please just get the things I need!"

"Not until you go inside." She replied firmly, nudging me once more with her mind.

Reluctantly I stumbled inside. It was still an absolute mess, exactly the way she had left it.

I smiled. If I closed my eyes I could almost imagine her rushing around, digging through her closet, throwing clothes behind her into a heap until she found the perfect outfit to match the place and time they had landed in.

I looked over to her small white desk. We had picked that up in a space station based off of New Earth. It brought back such good memories...

On top of it there was a mug from another one if our trips filled with pens and pencils, and a few notebooks and sheets of paper set out next to them.

Stepping over mountains of clothing and bags, I cautiously made my way over to her desk. When I was almost there I tripped over the strap of a backpack and trying to prevent myself from falling, I grabbed out at the nearest thing, which happened to be the knob to one of the desk drawers.

It easily slid open, unfortunately for me, and I face planted into a pile of her tank tops. Quickly, I jumped up and brushed myself off, hoping that the TARDIS didn't notice that.

As I went to close the drawer, something inside caught my attention. Pulling it out, I realized it was a photo album shaped and decorated exactly like the TARDIS. My curiosity got the better of me.

I sunk down into her chair and opened it up.

The first few pages were of her, my past regeneration, and all the places they had been together. I felt jealousy pulse through me as I saw how happy she looked. Then I pushed it down. That's still you, I told myself, although really, even though it technically was, it wasn't. Not really.

Then, after those few pages I got to her times with me. I smiled as I recognized our trips together. I flipped through the pages of our trips, each one making me long for her to be back with me. Just me and her and the TARDIS, no real place to go except whenever and wherever we wanted to.

When I got to the photos of our trip to future England I burst out laughing as I saw the two of us snacking on chips, a spaceship shooting lasers at the town in the background. She insisted we take a picture to look at later, reasoning that her mother would love to see what they did while saving the world. Also, she said, ironic to be sitting around, eating chips while aliens tried to take over planet Earth. Very British.

For some reason after that I just could not stop laughing. I tried to stop, I really did, but every time I calmed down I would see the picture and start laughing all over again.

Finally I had the sense to flip the page before looking down again and immediately my laughter ceased. For on the next page was a picture of me and her on what I had labeled in my mind "Doomsday", as it was the day that the empty section of my hearts that I had filled with Rose was replaced with nothing but a big black hole.

It was quite possibly the worst day of my life. Which was saying something; I mean, my whole race was dead and it was my fault, but that day was the worst. Definitely. But that wasn't all, because the universe is too cruel to just let me off the hook then. Because then, months later, when I finally found a way to send a message to her, I was cut off before I could tell her how I felt about her. I was cut off befor I could tell her that I loved her. No, actually. Not loved, past tense. No, no, no. Before I, The Doctor, could tell Rose Marion Tyler that I am inexplicably and irrationally in love with her.

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-United-Whovians