Disclaimer- I don't own Doctor Who.

A/N- So, its late and I'm tired. I've gone over this a few times, but if I've missed something, sorry. Also, this was written pretty much completely because I was feeling bored and a bit depressed. Angst is not my thing, I rarely write it, but here we areā€¦


I got home from work early one day, I can remember the exact date and time. The 23rd of January 2012, 4:16 pm. I'll never be able to forget that date; it'll be stuck in my memory forever. I thought it was going to be just a normal human day. I was used to human by then, and it was kinda nice.

I walked in on her crying. I didn't even know she was home. I asked her what was wrong, but she told me it was nothing, and then went on to ask me why I was home so early. That should have been my first clue really. Rose always told me everything. No secrets. Ever. But I passed it off as normal human female things. I didn't look closely enough. I'll always regret that. Maybe if I had of, it never would've gotten as bad as it is today. Maybe I could have done something about it earlier.

A few hours later she finally told me what was wrong. Cancer. I couldn't believe it. My mind went blank, and I looked at her in shock. I didn't know what to say. It's such a human thing, cancer. I never really even thought about it. I always thought that we would go down fighting for peace on some distant planet a million miles away from Earth. Even if it was a parallel Earth.

But I took her into my arms and held her like I was never going to let go. And I told her it was all going to be all right. But, honestly, I didn't know that. She knew I didn't know. But it was nice to believe it, even if it was only for a small time before the reality sunk in.

Then she started getting treatment. She looked so broken when she got back from the hospital after each appointment. But I knew Rose and I knew she would never give up. She lost her hair and a lot of weight, and she was tired so much. I'll admit it; there were nights when she was away that I would cry all night. Some nights, it would all come crashing down on me, and I'd find it hard to breathe. But Rose never lost that look in her eye.

I don't think I've ever truly been as afraid as I was for those next few months. All I really wanted to do was make her better; I just wanted to fix the woman I loved. But I couldn't do that, not anymore. And it was one of the most frustrating things I've ever felt. Not long ago I could have taken her to the best hospital in the universe, and gotten her the best doctor in that hospital. But no, not anymore. No more travelling, no more adventure, no more saving. No. Sometimes I just wanted to yell at the unfairness of it all. But I couldn't. I promised myself I'd stay strong for her. For my Rose Tyler.

About six months later, she took a turn for the worse. She collapsed in the shower. The doctor's didn't know exactly what happened and neither did Rose. But I did, I knew she was getting worse, and I knew it was going to keep getting worse. But I still kept telling her it was all going to be all right. She still knew I didn't know that, but it didn't matter. Hope was hope. False or not. But Rose had lost the look in her eyes. I knew she would never give up, but sometimes, sometimes I thought she might not get a choice. And that was what scared me the most.

On the 23rd of January 2012, I was given the worst news I could possibly be given in my life. I was told that the love of my life might die and that there wasn't a thing I could do about it, all I could do was watch.

But I do know one thing, Rose Tyler is a fighter. She produced a miracle all those years ago when we first met. She brought me back from the dead, given me the will to live again. But I hope, against all odds (and Rassilon, do I know the odds) that maybe, Rose Tyler will be able to pull off one more miracle.


So? How was it?