Disclaimer: Me+Doctor Who=Love. Love =/= Own. Seeing the pattern yet?
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She always knew their doubts and their insecurities, their joys and their loves. She knows that he made funny faces at himself in the mirror. She knows that she muttered to herself when she thinks nobody can hear her. They both sang in the shower.
She knows how they looked at each other, even back when they first met and he was big-eared and scarred, and she was young and more than a bit foolish. She's seen every sideways glance, heard every sigh, and occasionally felt a stray thought or two. She waited so long for them to see, for them to realize the depth of their feelings for each other, to give in to temptation and say those three little words, or at least something that means the same thing.
She never interfered. She knew better than to just tell them, even though now she wonders if maybe she should have. She wonders if she should have done something, even if neither would have accepted it straight out. She could have hinted, could have arranged, could have done something…
Well, there was that incident when she accidentally rearranged the halls and he walked in on her in the shower…neither of them had gotten over that one for days. Silly little creatures.
But the fact remains that she knows, and more importantly she remembers. Nobody ever thinks about the transportation. Nobody ever realizes that she will know, and that she will be the one who has to deal with the consequences of their actions.
The took his memories, but she will never forget, and that hurts her more than she could ever imagine. She knew that one day they might be separated, and she wanted it to be as painless as possible, but this, this is terrible. This is wrong and should never have happened, but the universe is cruel and somehow it has.
He doesn't remember, and if he ever does, it might destroy him.
If he ever remembers, his hearts will break, and she won't know how to repair them.
So she hides the truth from him, takes all traces of her and hides them in a room that she buries behind walls and corridors and other rooms so that he will never find it, and she locks the door with a thousand locks and bolts it with a thousand bolts and hopes that it will be enough. Sometimes he starts to notice how something stops him thinking and decides to do something about it, and she has to distract him. The drug they gave him wasn't made for Time Lords, and it can only block memories the memories of her, not replace them with something else like it should. It's too noticeable, and she knows that one day she won't be there to distract him.
She knows, and she dreads the day, because it will change him, and in all her vast knowledge, she knows that there is no way that could be good.
A/n: One of the girls is Rose, one is the TARDIS. I wasn't sure how to differentiate between the two while only using pronouns, so sorry if there's any confusion.