A/N: Hiya! So in this chapter, at the end, you'll get some more information about what our poor Doctor is up to! As usual, enjoy, and please leave a review, I always appreciate it and they make me smile! :) Also be sure to check out the new story I started tonight called "The Cupid Fly."

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"No no no..." Rose mumbled, whacking the tiny device on the side.

It had been six days since their meeting at the table, and Rose had had practically no luck with finding the attachment. In her hands she held a tiny device that was supposed to track rift energy from all around, and she was currently in Miami, Florida. A tiny, abandoned sewer drain had been giving off the same sort of energy that the attachment would, so her heart raced the second she entered it. The sewer drain was filthy, as she had expected, and so narrow she had to get on her knees to crawl around in it. However, as she crawled forward the machine was beeping faster and faster, and her excitement got the best of her.

Her hand that was resting on the side of the sewer drain slipped and splashed into the disgusting sloppy liquid underneath her. It splashed up onto her knees and she groaned a little, wanting to wipe off her hands but having no clean clothing to wipe them off on. So she continued, watching the device carefully and praying that this would be worth it. When the beeping was finally out of control, she glanced around, searching for the attachment. Her jaw dropped open when she saw a disgustingly slimy piece of paper attached to the top of the storm drain, held in place by yellow goop. Rose snatched the paper and searched around thoroughly for any more, disappointed when she found that that piece was the only thing down there.

It took her another ten minutes to crawl back out of the sewer, and she gained some strange looks from Miami citizens and tourists who were walking about. She found a nice motel room nearby, one of the only places that would except a slime-covered teenage girl, and booked a room for the night. As soon as she had showered off and was clean, she put the piece of paper in a plastic baggy. Through the covering of goo, she couldn't really read the words on it. However, she knew better than trying to wipe it off herself, since Torchwood would be able to do it without damaging the content.

As she lay down in the bed, completely exhausted, her Egg buzzed and she groaned. Picking it up, her heart beat a little faster when she saw what Finn had said. "I think I found it," The message read. Since Finn was in charge of finding the TARDIS, it could only mean one thing. Could they really have found the ship?

Rose quickly typed her reply saying, "I found what might be the attachment. Flying back there tomorrow."

"Actually," His new message read. "I'm in Scotland right now. The ship is in a bit of a weird spot..."

"Don't lose it," She typed in, setting the egg on the nightstand again.

Oh, she was so close to finding him now. There were so many things that could go wrong, but still, so many things could work out. Maybe the Doctor was waiting in the TARDIS this very second? Maybe the Master had found him and would bring him back here? After all, they were both Time-Lords. Surely they had some weird way of tracking each other. Rose fluffed the pillow underneath her and sighed. How would she ever get to sleep now?

The following morning at 5:00a.m., her alarm went off, making a loud obnoxious ring. She whacked it to turn it off and groaned, knowing she had to be at the airport in two hours. As she woke up, her eyes widened when she saw a brown package on the nightstand, sitting pretty right next to her Egg. "You've got to be kidding me..." She muttered, running around the room searching for how it had gotten in.

Rose had seen the tape by now, and knew that the package would have appeared with a blue light. But how the bloody hell did it get sent here? For the past few days, the packages were being sent to her regular bedroom, and she had a fine collection of roses in a vase. The first rose she had gotten, the red one, still hadn't wilted at all. She sighed and tore into the package with her hands, easily opening it since it was a tradition she had been doing for a while now. The green stem was the first thing that was visible, and she ran two fingers over it, closing her eyes and taking in the nice scent of the rose.

Pulling it out, she was surprised to see that it was a certain coral color, and immediately put it in a paper cup and went to Google it. It was obvious to her by now that the flowers didn't require water, but it just felt right to take care of them. The meaning of it was passion, making her grin. Had the Doctor really held the exact same rose in his hands? Had he wrapped it up in a brown package and written her name on it in Gallifreyan, carefully weaving the circles with the pen, thinking of her? Or was it the man called the Master who had been mysterious and, well, frankly very rude. She liked to believe it was her Doctor.

Rose packed her things and prepared for her flight at 7:30, stuffing her clothes and bathroom items carelessly into her pink suitcase, placing the coral rose on top. She left the hotel, smiling at the man at the counter, and drove to the airport without a single thought in her mind.

"How'd you book a flight to Scotland so fast?" Finn asked as Rose stepped towards him for a hug, which he eagerly gave her. "Thought you were flying to London."

Rose grinned at him, practically hopping, "Doesn't matter. Where's the TARDIS? I can't hear her, is she nearby? You said she was in a weird spot, where is she?" She snatched his already opened Egg from him and frantically searched through the messages for information.

"Woah, calm down Rose," Finn said, taking it back from her. "I'll show you, follow me."

The entire walk out of the airport Rose was bouncing on her heels, urging him to go faster like a little girl ushering her father. "At least give me some information while we walk!" She insisted, until eventually he cracked.

"Well, we haven't actually seen the police box itself, but not too far away in this random field, a giant object of about it's dimensions was buried deep into the ground as if it crashed here. Torchwood cleared off the area immediately, and they wanted to dig out the police box, but I told them to wait until you got here. It's really, really far down, Rose. Is there any way you can er... Sense it?" Finn walked towards his car (Rose wasn't sure how it had even gotten to Scotland in the first place) and gestured her to get inside.

They drove in silence, though Finn could practically hear Rose shaking with anticipation. "Sorry, I've just missed her a lot," she explained, twiddling her thumbs awkwardly.

"I don't mean to be rude but... You refer to the TARDIS as a person. Is it alive?"

She nodded. "Yeah, and, well, she's a she. It's like she's sentient, and after I bonded with her and traveled with her for a while, I got this sort of humming in my head... Like I can hear her. It's gone now," Rose's face turned solemn as she held back tears. "I've really missed her... Even though we never really talked verbally, it's like we have a relationship... Strange, I know. I honestly can't imagine what you've been going through lately. It must all be crazy, I'm really sorry for dragging you into this."

"I think it's pretty cool," Finn shrugged a little, eyes still on the road in front of him. "I'd love to meet this Doctor bloke. Not sure if I can say the same for Cameron," he chuckled a little and turned a right.

"What do you mean?" Rose asked curiously, stopping her thumbs and staring at him.

Finn turned to face her and raised an eyebrow, "You haven't noticed? He's completely besotted with you, Rose. And not just in his normal Cameron way."

She laughed, "I doubt it. But what's his 'normal Cameron way'?"

"The shag-and-run way. He's had a rough love life, honestly. The day he was about to propose to his girlfriend an alien killed her. Then, he dated another girl, Miley, she disappeared. It was really tragic, he looked for her for months before Violet finally convinced him to give up. I'm glad he likes you, honestly, even if you don't like him back. This may sound daft, but it's healthy for him to finally work up the courage to have an emotional attachment."

Rose swallowed and didn't reply. Cameron wasn't the first man with a lot of death in his life to like Rose Tyler. Well, if the Doctor had even liked her, she was still unsure. Finn spoke again, "You okay? I didn't mean to trigger anything. Sorry, Rose."

"I'm fine," She smiled a little politely but kept staring at the road in front of her. "I just... Hope the Doctor is okay."

The cold air slapped them in the face as the purr of Finn's engine filled their ears when he accelerated. "I've never met him, but I still pray that he'll be alright for you. You'll get back together, we'll find a way to get you back to your universe, and you two can get married and have a happy life. That's a promise, Rose."

Rose couldn't help but smile a little at the thought of her marrying the Doctor, even though it would never happen. Finn was sweet, but delusional. If only he knew how complicated things between her and the Doctor really were.

There was too many memories. Everywhere he turned, memories, memories, memories. The Doctor slammed his hand against his head, trying to get rid of them. He could always turn human, as he had considered so many times, but where would that get him? The tiny phone in his pocket buzzed, and he picked it up, trying to glare at the number through his tears. Koschei. That was obvious at first glance.

The number that was calling was the Master's day of graduation from the Time Lord academy, written in Gallifreyan time. The Doctor slammed the phone onto the ground and sighed in frustration. Now, obviously, the Master would be able to track him. He stood up, grunting when his legs betrayed him. His legs were covered with self-inflicted cuts and bruises all over, and his arms were even worse. He searched his body for one patch of skin that was uninjured and couldn't find any.

After he left the warehouse he was in, he slowly marched down the empty street. A car pulled up to him but he kept walking, not caring at all about his surroundings. "Are you the Doctor?" A man in the car asked, following the Doctor at a much too close distance.

The Doctor didn't reply and stopped walking, giving the man a good look at him. His face was unshaven and his pants had several holes in them, not to mention his stained shirt and bare feet. There were no possessions on his body except his screwdriver which remained in his pocket as usual. "Go away," he said, continuing his walk.

"Sir, please come with me," the man insisted, bringing out a pair of handcuffs and gesturing towards the Doctor.

The Time-Lord sighed and turned around, giving the man his best Oncoming Storm glare, his fists balling. "I said, go away." The officer reached for his arms, causing the Doctor to punch him in the face hard, making the officer slump to the ground. Two more men jumped out of the car, and without even thinking about it, the Doctor had them both unconscious on the ground as well.

The Doctor reached into the first officer's holster, pulling out his gun and aiming it at the man's head, hesitating for a moment. Should he shoot him? What morals did he have left after Rose left him? After all, he had been a warrior before she had appeared. What did these three stupid mens' lives matter in the universe? Surely if their lives were worth anything they wouldn't be spending their time bothering a grumpy old man.

Three loud gunshots could be heard all around the world, as the grumpy old man walked away from the bleeding bodies on the sidewalk without a care.