A/N: And, after a very long hiatus, may I present ... the second chapter of Nobody Sees! It's rather short, but this was definitely a good stopping point. The only thing I have left to say up here is thank you to daughterofapollo18, without whom I would have given up this story entirely. Thank you so much!

Disclaimer: I make absolutely no claim to Doctor Who, Nobody Sees (the song), or Nobody Sees (the amazing video by Seduff that everyone should watch ... but not yet ... It contains spoilers!).

Nobody Sees

Chapter 2: How Hearts Our Break

"Nobody sees how our hearts break."

Is it just me or has it been raining a lot lately? Rose thought as she lay on her bed. It had been two weeks since John had left, but Rose didn't feel any better and the rain matched her mood perfectly. She'd thought that because John was gone and she couldn't hurt him anymore, she'd feel better (because she wouldn't have a guilty conscience anymore). She knew she wouldn't be whole again – she still missed the Doctor; but she'd thought things would be even just a little bit better. Yet somehow, they weren't better at all. She was even more lonely. She wanted John to come home.

Rose picked up her mobile and dialed his number. She was going to prologize, he would come back to her, and everything would be right again.

But then, Rose remembered her problem and she pressed end on her phone. If he came home, the pattern would start all over and things would get bad all over again. Then again, if he didn't come home, Rose would continue to feel as though there was a hole within her. She was at an impasse and it was killing her.

Why did this hurt so much, anyway? She was in love with the Doctor! Rose was so confused and her first instinct was to call John and talk to him about it. But again, she couldn't. She was even more alone that she had ever been before.

Rose looked out of her gloomy window just as she had done weeks ago, the day before she had kicked John out. However, that time she had been looking out the window and longing for the Doctor. This time, unbeknownst to herself, the man Rose thought of had only one beating heart.

Rose snapped out of it ten minutes later as a low rumble of thunder sounded, amazed that she'd zoned out for so long, thinking about a man. She didn't realize that the object of her thoughts hadn't been alien.


John sat at the desk in his hotel room, the very same night that Rose almost called him. As soon as he and Rose had broken up, he'd gone and volunteered his services to Torchwood. He would've done it as soon as he'd arrived in Pete's world but he'd been so focused on Rose … Anyway, that didn't matter now.

He was really happy to be working with Torchwood – finally, he could again be making a difference. Because of who he was, Torchwood had very quickly promoted him to chief science officer. He, in turn, loved his work so much, he brought it home … well, back to his hotel room, anyway. He really enjoyed it becau- Oh, who was he kidding? He brought work back with him to distract him from the pain of losing her. And it usually worked – he was usually able to distract himself. But John was his own worst enemy and he kept defeating his own goals. He'd been sitting here for hours and he hadn't got a thing done.

John sighed and pulled out a picture from underneath all of his stuff. It was of Rose. She was wearing her winter coat and looking over her shoulder with a broad, beautiful smile. He stared at her for a minute, his hungry eyes soaking up the sight of her. He had needed this.

But then, John abruptly put the picture down. He couldn't keep doing this to himself. The sight of her only intensified his pain. He took off his "brainy specs" and raked his hands down his face. He needed to stop doing this to himself! It hurt so much.

Why couldn't he just forget her?

Almost everything John did reminded him of Rose. The next day, he went out to get some lunch during his break and ordered automatically – without thinking. It wasn't until he was already eating that he realized he'd ordered Rose's favorite. Really, really good chips.

Unbidden, his mind flashed back to so long ago – to a time almost right after he'd regenerated into his current cheeky and foxy self. Back to when he and Rose had traveled to New Earth and had lay on the apple grass, just talking to each other.

"That was our first date," Rose said with a smile, remembering. Her hair whipped around her face and her eyes twinkled.

The Doctor smiled, remembering as well. "We had chips!"

Rose giggled. She loved going to get chips anytime, but that had been her favorite "chip trip" of all.

He couldn't even eat without thinking about her. John stared at the chip in his hand and nodded his head, almost accepting that fact.

That night, he went for a walk along the pier and stood there for hours, trying to clear his head. Yet all he could seem to do was think about her – not about forgetting her, but about how much he still loved her. A small wish popped into John's head – a wish, a prayer that Rose was thinking about him tonight like he was thinking about her.

But he knew that was impossible.


Rose paced her flat. Her mind wouldn't obey her. All she could think about was the Doctor. But not the one that was gone. The Doctor that had survived in John. John, her loving man who she had thrown away, because she didn't love him the way he loved her. She just wanted to forget him but her mind had other ideas. She moved to sit by her window and looked out onto to the city.

He was out there, somewhere. Rose wondered if his mind wasn't obeying him either, tonight. Yet as soon as she thought that, she knew it was impossible.

Rose was awake all night, not able to sleep. When she sat up in her bed, her mind flashed back to when they had fought. Oh, he's got to be congratulating himself at his escape from me! She thought in anguish. It was a thought that she couldn't bear.

A/N: I plan on getting back into fanfiction and updating this very soon but reviews will really encourage me in that regard, so please review! And thank you for reading!