Disclaimer: If a=my owning DW rights and b=negative my not owning DW rights, and c=a+b, what does c equal? (Also, c=me not owning the rights to any of the following mentioned songs).

A/N: My first attempt at something resembling a songfic. There are so many ways to write one that I didn't know which way to take it, so I'm going to try them all, starting with an idea I stole from countrygrl. By the way, this chapter is dedicated to her; go read her fic "Insomnia." That's an order. Hehe. I just played random songs and wrote what came to mind. No lyrics, just titles and artists. Here is what transpired. I apologize ahead of time.

DW in F Sharp

Almost Lover – A Fine Frenzy

There were so many almost-moments. Too many to count but not enough to leave her without any doubt that they were so much more than they said. It was too bad. All the time they'd had, so many times they could have taken that road. And now it was all for nothing, all too late. Because he was gone, and she was alone. Rose would never see even one of their almost moments transform into reality.

He'd said goodbye. They'd had time. Not a lot but enough to say more than he'd have been able to with no time at all. But it still wasn't enough. Because there hadn't been time to say what really mattered. There hadn't been time to make her understand what she really was to him, what she really meant in his endless life.

They weren't really alone, but they were alone in the one way that mattered. No matter how many people that walked into and out of their lives, no matter how much they both loved some of these people, they'd always be looking for each other. And they'd never find that.

Greatest Story Ever Told - Oliver James

If there were anything he ever could have anticipated, it never would have been this. That someone could walk into his life and make of it what Rose had. It had taken time, not a lot, but some for her to steal him away. He was hers in every and any way that mattered. He didn't quite know how it had happened, but it had. One moment, he'd been the Doctor, traveling the universe, saving worlds and sacrificing. The next he'd been defined by what he meant to her. If she told him to stop, he thought he might. He could never explain how it had happened. How she'd taken him away from reality, the world he saw in all its ugly glory, to something far more incredible and beautiful. He'd begun to see everything so much more differently than ever he had before. He already saw through different lenses. And now they were more rose-colored than anything else. And the worst part of it all was that she didn't know.

Permanent – David Cooke

She worried about him. The way you worry about a loved one when you know they're off somewhere doing something potentially dangerous. The difference was you got to see them again, got to be relieved to find out they were fine. She could never see him again, and, even worse, could never know. He could be hurt. He could need help, but there was nothing she could do. Who would be there to save him?

He worried about her. There were times that things reminded him of what scared her or made her cry. And he wondered if she'd encounter those things often in her other world. And if she did, who would be beside her to hold her hand or give words of comfort. Who would be there to save her?

A/N: Also, I hate to rag, but you should listen to these songs; they're pretty fantastic. Now review! Which was your favorite? Or…whatever? I'm also taking requests for future song chappies.