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SPOIERS FOR DOOMSDAY!!!!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Rose Tyler sat at her desk staring at the busy computer screen before her. She took a slow gulp of coffee from her plain mug and shuddered as the horrible taste ran down her throat. The office was slow, and although she had a huge pile of folders on her desk she was board out of her mind. She rolled her eyes as she continued to read the document on the screen, scribbling down the translation with ease.
“Nice work, Rose.” She didn’t even bother to look up.
“Whatever you say, Stewart.” She heard the woman sigh with defeat.
“I try to be nice, I do…” Rose’s heart sunk at the word she was sure she was not meant to of heard, but nether did she try to apologise.
“How come your so good at alien languages then?” Asked the women’s voice, making Rose jump. She had been sure the women had left. She looked up. Isabella Stewart was a tall and thin lady, with blond hair very much like Rose’s use to be and stunning blue eyes. She wore a fitted grey suit with skirt, although rose could see a corner of a pink and black top poking out from the hem of her shirt. Rose was positive they could of been friends. But now she just smiled, hoping it didn’t look as fake as it felt, and said; “I…I dunno, just have a knack I guess.” Isabella smiled back weakly and slowly walked away.

Rose closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. After several minutes she took a deep breath and looked at her watch. Ten to eleven. Yawning she looked over at the folders on her desk and counted them in her head. “Twenty six down,” She mumbled “four to go. I’m going to be her till at lest twelve tonight.” And so Rose Tyler worked on as the office gradually emptied and calls of good night where shouted to her, to which she merely waved her hand. After what seemed like a lifetime, she finally stretched and chucked down her pencil. Switching off her screen and standing up, she looked at her watch. It was five to twelve. Shutting her eyes, Rose thought for a second, thinking through every employee’s schedule. Her eyes opened and she grabbed her bag, but didn’t move her feet.
“I shouldn’t go.” She told her self firmly. “He’s not a part of my life anymore.”
But the floor is deserted at this time of night.
“There’s no point. I can’t get back.”
Go on. Go on go on.
“I can’t see him again.” She whispered to her self.
Go on.
She ran to the lift and pressed the button.
Go on.
The bell ran and the doors slid open, rose jumping in as soon as the gap was big enough.
Go…
She jabbed in the number forty and slammed on the door close sign.
…on.
The lift stopped.
Jump.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

He ran into the TARDIS as fast as he could and slammed the door shut. His breathing was heavy, even if he had only been running for 10 minutes, but calmed down as he rested is back on the door and felt his knees slowly easing him down to the floor. Since when had saving the world got so hard? He rubbed his forehead and tried to shake the answer from his mind.

As if sensing his need to get away, the TARDIS started up her engines and disappeared into time and space. The Doctor shut his eyes and listened to the sound of his ship. The most beautiful sound in the world, someone had once said and he agreed. The sound of the universe summed up into a few bars of strange lulling music. Running a stray hand through his short brown hair he stood up and walked over to the consol. His face was boyish although had lines beyond its years, giving a sense of locked up pain and grief. He was tall at his full height and had a slim torso and hips. His sense of style was minimal as he wore white conversers while sporting a pinstripe suit and light brown knee length trench coat. His long fingers ran long a line of buttons, stopping every so often to press one and look up at a long tube, which continued to pulsate at a steady beat. After a while his face became creased with a frown and he walked round to a console and scanned it with his blue eyes. This only gained his head to cloud with more confusion. He looked up and whispered to himself. “Where are you going?” After a few more minutes of pulling levers and turning wheels only to gain small beeps of protest The Doctor through his hands in the air and walked away.

He pulled off his coat and jacket and tossed them over the back of a chair losing his tie in the process. He stood back and looked at the corridors in front of him, unsure of where he wanted to go. In the End he let his feet decide and just started to walk. He spent most of his time walking alone in the TARDIS, letting his feet take his half way round the ship before running at the sound of the engine stopping. Time seemed to pass so slowly since… He stopped he self from thinking anymore, but his legs kept walking. Instead he concentrated on the sound of his feet hitting the metal floor as is resounded around him. He realized how empty the TARDIS was nowadays but knew that he had to journey alone, he couldn’t face having another companion after what happened with Martha Jones and… One again he stopped his self before her name came out. It took him a second to realize that his feet had stopped as well. He opened eyes that he didn’t know he had shut and looked up at the door in front of him He recognized where he was straight away and cursed his feet. The feet that had taken him straight to… her room. The Doctor quickly turned away and headed off back down the corridor, determined not to looked back, but his feet didn’t seem to want to follow his head and turned him back around again. He chocked out a sigh and scratched behind his ear. No matter how hard one part of him tried to forget another part always reminded him. Slowly he let his hand drop then reach out his look fingers to the handle.

The coolness of the metal on his fingertips sent a shiver down his spine and he snatched his hand way. She was the last person to have touched that cool gold finish. Emotions raged inside him, telling him to forget her and walk away but also saying that he had to remember the pain, as it was part of who he was. He silently locked those voices away as his ear heard the engines grind to a halt. Before he knew it he had run back to the control room, having picked up his coat and jacket alone the way, and was taping the screen urgently to see where they had landed. No picture came up. At first he wandered if the camera was blocked up or if there was a lose connection, but as he scanned the wire and heart of the TARDIS nothing came up as wrong. The TARDIS just didn’t want him to know. The Doctor raised an eyebrow at this, pulling on his coat and walking to the door. “What’s out there?” He wondered to him self as he cautiously opened the door and stepped out.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

The room was almost exactly how she remembered it. The desks empty, the floor and ceiling awash with wires and pipes, the dark light making the bright white of the walls seem gray and empty. She stepped out and cast her eyes out the window. Zeppelins lined the sky and the lights of tall skyscrapers lit up the night. She turned her whole body to look down the other end of the room and felt her heart leap into her throat.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

He heard the door close behind him and knew instantly he wasn’t getting back into the TARDIS until she was satisfied he had stayed long enough. The flash backs that filled his head only severed to deepen his shock. She had known when he had forgotten and she had brought him here knowing he would thank her one-day. He barely noticed that he had started to walk, but soon he broke into a run and sighed as his cheek came into contact with the smooth white wall that had once dared to suck him into darkness forever. It wasn’t long before he felt another touch.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

Rose stared at the wall as tears threatened to consume her eyes, but she welcomed them as she slowly walked down to the sight she had only seen once before. As she stood centimeters away she felt every feeling that had passed trough her that day come flooding into her mind and alongside her placing her had and cheek to her cold surface, Big Ben chimed midnight somewhere in the far distance. “One whole year Doctor.” She whispered, some how feeling his hand on hers and her cheek pressed to his. She knew he was doing the same on the other side.

“One whole year Rose,” He whispered back the chiming the only sound in his head.

Description
SPOIERS FOR DOOMSDAY!!!!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Rose Tyler sat at her desk staring at the busy computer screen before her. She took a slow gulp of coffee from her plain mug and shuddered as the horrible taste ran down her throat. The office was slow, and although she had a huge pile of folders on her desk she was board out of her mind. She rolled her eyes as she continued to read the document on the screen, scribbling down the translation with ease.
“Nice work, Rose.” She didn’t even bother to look up.
“Whatever you say, Stewart.” She heard the woman sigh with defeat.
“I try to be nice, I do…” Rose’s heart sunk at the word she was sure she was not meant to of heard, but nether did she try to apologise.
“How come your so good at alien languages then?” Asked the women’s voice, making Rose jump. She had been sure the women had left. She looked up. Isabella Stewart was a tall and thin lady, with blond hair very much like Rose’s use to be and stunning blue eyes. She wore a fitted grey suit with skirt, although rose could see a corner of a pink and black top poking out from the hem of her shirt. Rose was positive they could of been friends. But now she just smiled, hoping it didn’t look as fake as it felt, and said; “I…I dunno, just have a knack I guess.” Isabella smiled back weakly and slowly walked away.

Rose closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. After several minutes she took a deep breath and looked at her watch. Ten to eleven. Yawning she looked over at the folders on her desk and counted them in her head. “Twenty six down,” She mumbled “four to go. I’m going to be her till at lest twelve tonight.” And so Rose Tyler worked on as the office gradually emptied and calls of good night where shouted to her, to which she merely waved her hand. After what seemed like a lifetime, she finally stretched and chucked down her pencil. Switching off her screen and standing up, she looked at her watch. It was five to twelve. Shutting her eyes, Rose thought for a second, thinking through every employee’s schedule. Her eyes opened and she grabbed her bag, but didn’t move her feet.
“I shouldn’t go.” She told her self firmly. “He’s not a part of my life anymore.”
But the floor is deserted at this time of night.
“There’s no point. I can’t get back.”
Go on. Go on go on.
“I can’t see him again.” She whispered to her self.
Go on.
She ran to the lift and pressed the button.
Go on.
The bell ran and the doors slid open, rose jumping in as soon as the gap was big enough.
Go…
She jabbed in the number forty and slammed on the door close sign.
…on.
The lift stopped.
Jump.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

He ran into the TARDIS as fast as he could and slammed the door shut. His breathing was heavy, even if he had only been running for 10 minutes, but calmed down as he rested is back on the door and felt his knees slowly easing him down to the floor. Since when had saving the world got so hard? He rubbed his forehead and tried to shake the answer from his mind.

As if sensing his need to get away, the TARDIS started up her engines and disappeared into time and space. The Doctor shut his eyes and listened to the sound of his ship. The most beautiful sound in the world, someone had once said and he agreed. The sound of the universe summed up into a few bars of strange lulling music. Running a stray hand through his short brown hair he stood up and walked over to the consol. His face was boyish although had lines beyond its years, giving a sense of locked up pain and grief. He was tall at his full height and had a slim torso and hips. His sense of style was minimal as he wore white conversers while sporting a pinstripe suit and light brown knee length trench coat. His long fingers ran long a line of buttons, stopping every so often to press one and look up at a long tube, which continued to pulsate at a steady beat. After a while his face became creased with a frown and he walked round to a console and scanned it with his blue eyes. This only gained his head to cloud with more confusion. He looked up and whispered to himself. “Where are you going?” After a few more minutes of pulling levers and turning wheels only to gain small beeps of protest The Doctor through his hands in the air and walked away.

He pulled off his coat and jacket and tossed them over the back of a chair losing his tie in the process. He stood back and looked at the corridors in front of him, unsure of where he wanted to go. In the End he let his feet decide and just started to walk. He spent most of his time walking alone in the TARDIS, letting his feet take his half way round the ship before running at the sound of the engine stopping. Time seemed to pass so slowly since… He stopped he self from thinking anymore, but his legs kept walking. Instead he concentrated on the sound of his feet hitting the metal floor as is resounded around him. He realized how empty the TARDIS was nowadays but knew that he had to journey alone, he couldn’t face having another companion after what happened with Martha Jones and… One again he stopped his self before her name came out. It took him a second to realize that his feet had stopped as well. He opened eyes that he didn’t know he had shut and looked up at the door in front of him He recognized where he was straight away and cursed his feet. The feet that had taken him straight to… her room. The Doctor quickly turned away and headed off back down the corridor, determined not to looked back, but his feet didn’t seem to want to follow his head and turned him back around again. He chocked out a sigh and scratched behind his ear. No matter how hard one part of him tried to forget another part always reminded him. Slowly he let his hand drop then reach out his look fingers to the handle.

The coolness of the metal on his fingertips sent a shiver down his spine and he snatched his hand way. She was the last person to have touched that cool gold finish. Emotions raged inside him, telling him to forget her and walk away but also saying that he had to remember the pain, as it was part of who he was. He silently locked those voices away as his ear heard the engines grind to a halt. Before he knew it he had run back to the control room, having picked up his coat and jacket alone the way, and was taping the screen urgently to see where they had landed. No picture came up. At first he wandered if the camera was blocked up or if there was a lose connection, but as he scanned the wire and heart of the TARDIS nothing came up as wrong. The TARDIS just didn’t want him to know. The Doctor raised an eyebrow at this, pulling on his coat and walking to the door. “What’s out there?” He wondered to him self as he cautiously opened the door and stepped out.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

The room was almost exactly how she remembered it. The desks empty, the floor and ceiling awash with wires and pipes, the dark light making the bright white of the walls seem gray and empty. She stepped out and cast her eyes out the window. Zeppelins lined the sky and the lights of tall skyscrapers lit up the night. She turned her whole body to look down the other end of the room and felt her heart leap into her throat.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

He heard the door close behind him and knew instantly he wasn’t getting back into the TARDIS until she was satisfied he had stayed long enough. The flash backs that filled his head only severed to deepen his shock. She had known when he had forgotten and she had brought him here knowing he would thank her one-day. He barely noticed that he had started to walk, but soon he broke into a run and sighed as his cheek came into contact with the smooth white wall that had once dared to suck him into darkness forever. It wasn’t long before he felt another touch.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

Rose stared at the wall as tears threatened to consume her eyes, but she welcomed them as she slowly walked down to the sight she had only seen once before. As she stood centimeters away she felt every feeling that had passed trough her that day come flooding into her mind and alongside her placing her had and cheek to her cold surface, Big Ben chimed midnight somewhere in the far distance. “One whole year Doctor.” She whispered, some how feeling his hand on hers and her cheek pressed to his. She knew he was doing the same on the other side.

“One whole year Rose,” He whispered back the chiming the only sound in his head.