Disclaimer: Unfortunatly, Doctor Who in any form, characters, quotes, anything doesn't belong to me. They belong to the beeb, whom I have to thank, along with Mr Russell T Davis for bringing the show back to our screens. But. If anyone happens to know anyway I can get lots of money, so I can start producing the show and whatnot so that I actually do own part of the show ... then well.. please! let me know:
Pete stopped the car on the beach, and Rose warily got out. She could hear the Doctor's voice, distantly, calling out her name. She walked off, away from the car, towards the open space. Nothing. She stopped and faced the ocean that was lazily crashing towards her. Maybe she'd got it wrong. Maybe she'd been imagining his voice.
Moments later, he appeared. She turned her head.
"Where are you?"
"Inside the TARDIS. There's one tiny little gap in the universe left, it's just about to close, and it takes a lot of power to send this projection, I'm in orbit around a supernova, I'm burning up a sun, just to say goodbye," the Doctor said, a slight sad smile appearing across his face.
"You look like a ghost"
"Hold on," Rose could see him fiddle with his sonic screwdriver, and point it towards the TARDIS console, and his image became instantly clearer.
"Can I t-", she reached out as though to touch his cheek.
"I'm still just an image. No touch." Rose could hear the pain in his voice, her not being able to touch him one last time was clearly not only breaking her heart, but his, maybe both of his.
"Can't you come through properly?"
"The whole thing would fracture, two universes would collapse."
"So." The Doctor smiled. This was Rose Tyler saying this. Rose Tyler who had saved the earth before, now wanting to destroy it just to see him again. He remembered how she had pulled apart the TARDIS and absorbed the Time Vortex just to see him, just to keep him safe before. It hurt so much that he knew she couldn't do anything to keep him safe any more.
"Where are we? Where did the gap come out?"
"We're in Norway."
"About 50 miles out of Bergen. It's called Dårlig Ulv Stranden"
"Dårlig. It's Norwegian for Bad. This translates as Bad Wolf Bay." The Doctor mildly chuckled. Of all the names of all the places in the world, they ended up on Bad Wolf Bay…
Rose began to cry. "How long have you got?"
"About two minutes." The Doctor's smile and dropped, and he looked at Rose, sadness filling him up.
"I can't think of what to say," a slight laugh in her voice. Of all the months she had spent, waiting for a moment, just one more moment with her Doctor, wondering what she would say, here she was, speechless, looking at the man she loved, so much. The Doctor smiled at this, and looked down to his feet.
"You still got Mr Mickey then?"
"Well, there's five of us now. Mum, Dad, Mickey and the baby"
"You're not?" The Doctor was almost speechless. His Rose.. his Rose, expecting.
"No," she said laughing, "it's mum." The Doctor looked over towards Jackie. "She's three months gone, more Tylers on the way."
"And what about you?"
"Oh, I'm back working in the shop."
"Good for you," he smiled, remembering how in the real world, the shop had blown up, seconds after they'd first met, and he'd taken her hand into his, and told her to run.
"Shut up. Nah, I'm not. The Torchwood on this planet is open for business, think I know a thing or two about Aliens."
The Doctor smiled. "Rose Tyler, defender of the earth." He paused. "You're dead, officially, back home. So many people died that day, and you'd gone missing, you're on the list of the dead. But here you are, living a life day after day. The one adventure I can never have."
Rose really began to cry now. The tears were streaming from her eyes, glistening on her cheeks. "Am I ever going to see you again?"
The Doctor was waiting for this, but it still didn't stop him from hating the answer.
" You can't"
Rose knew he'd say this. Deep down, yet she hated it. How could she never see him again?
"What are you going to do?"
"Oh, I've got the TARDIS. Same old life. The last of the Time Lords." He smiled. It was an awkward smile, that he was smiling out of pity towards Rose, wanting her to know he'd be okay.
"On your own?" The Doctor nodded. He hated this. He wanted to be with Rose forever, just like she'd promised. Only now, he knew his time was almost up. He knew he had about a minute left with her, with his Rose. It wasn't enough time. It wasn't fair.
Rose took a deep breath, "I.." She couldn't do it. She stopped, took a deep breath, "I love you.." and more tears flooded her eyes.
The Doctor smiled. He'd been waiting for that. In all his 900 odd years, he'd never met anyone who quite fitted like Rose, and knew that their friendship and stopped being merely and friendship a long time ago. It was deeper than that.
"Quite right too," he smiled, and Rose nodded her head, holding her hand up to her face, her lips quivering, and her eyes streaming. "And I suppose... if this is the last chance I'll ever have to say it," his voice was wavering with sadness, "Rose Tyler..." And he faded. His time had run out.
Rose burst into tears. Hot, new waves of salty tears ran down her already tear stained face, and she buried her face in her hands. She turned, crying, to see her mother, Jackie Tyler, running towards her.
Rose awoke. She leaned over and switched on her bedside lamp and wiped tears from her eyes. It happened again. She remembered, she relived, she felt those emotions and memories once again in her dreams. That day. That afternoon. Those few minutes. Those few minutes in which she gained, and lost so much. The man. The Doctor. Her Doctor. She wouldn't be able to sleep again, she knew, so she reluctantly shrugged off the covers and slipped into her robe and slippers and shuffled, sniffing, into the kitchen.
The Doctor awoke with a start, feeling hot tears running down his face. He'd remembered again. He remembered how, just as he was about to say three words he'd never said before, the tiny hole in the void had closed, his TARDIS, had closed it and instead of finding himself looking at the crying, yet beautiful Rose Tyler, he had ended up looking at the wall of his ship. More tears surfaced as he thought about this, but he impatiently brushed them away. He was moving on. He had too. He knew he could never see Rose again, and thinking about their last moments together wasn't helping him. Martha was nearby, and he didn't want her to know how much pain he was feeling. Martha was attempting to fill Rose's shoes, and he just wasn't ready for her to be completely gone yet. Her clothes were in his wardrobe. Her hairbrush in his bathroom. Her perfume with his aftershave. He didn't want to forget her just yet. But he had to, he knew that too. In a fluid movement, he got out of bed. He needed to get busy. He needed to change the topic running through his mind. He needed to save the universe, after all, with or without Rose, that's what he did.