First things first, I don't own Doctor Who. If I did, there would be no point in this fic, cos Rose wouldn't have gone.

Secondly, although I don't really have anyone to dedicate this one two, I would just like to mention that I think bubblez-rocks-your-socks and Raxacoricofallapatorious are very cool. :)

Right then, the fic. Well, it's set somewhere just before Smith and Jones.

The Doctor reads a letter from Rose.

Dear Doctor, my Doctor

Ever since the Beast, and us being lost without the TARDIS for that short time, I've been scared. I'm terrified of leaving you Doctor, terrified of dieing. I put on a brave face, pretend I'm fine, but underneath, I'm trembling with fear.

I don't want to you to read this Doctor, but I know that if you are, then I'm gone, and the Beast was right. I don't know if I ever got to say goodbye, I don't know if we had one last hug, I don't know if we shared one last kiss. But, I do know that what I'm about to say, is so important to me, and if I have gone, I want you to know this.

From the day I met you, the day you took my hand and told me to run, throughout every adventure, while I'm writing this, and until the day I die, I know that I love you. I love you, my Doctor, with all my heart and soul. You are my all and my everything. Without you, I would be nothing. I'd be no one. You are my rock, my being and my life.

I know you Doctor, maybe better than I know myself. I've been part of you, part of the TARDIS, I've seen everything that is, that was, the past, the present and the future – just not ours. I know that if I go, you'll stop. You'll want to stop living, stop being you, the man I love so much. So, I want you to promise me and my memory you will move on, that you will find a new companion, that you'll find someone to travel with. I don't want you to forget me, and I don't want my memory, my existence in you, to stop you from being you.

I have to go now, I can hear you calling for me down the corridor. I need you, Doctor, to promise my memory, that if you ever read this, you'll move on. Please.

I never want to leave you. I want to be yours forever.

I love you.

Your Rose.


The Doctor felt a stream of tears run down his cheeks. He knew she was right, but that didn't stop him not wanting to carry on the way he was, grieving, alone and in quiet in the TARDIS, floating absently around the time vortex. He knew that Rose would probably hit him for what he was doing, because, as she'd predicted, he'd given up. He no longer felt he was the same man without Rose. But she was there, she was in him, in his mind and in his heart, telling him to move on.

The TARDIS beeped. He walked over to the console and saw on the screen that it had detected some plasma coils around this hospital in London. And he knew that if he was to do what Rose asked he should go investigate. After all, what harm would it do, throwing himself back in to life, even if he did have to spend a day or two in a hospital.