The Stuff of Legend: TenRose Oneshots

"You're not...?"

This oneshot is:

1) in honor of the 10 year anniversary of Doomsday and

2) based loosely off of a certain Tumblr post (see it at the end- I don't want to spoil anything).

Enjoy going through The Doomsday Scene (capitalized because we all know which one in particular) for the billionth time (don't you just love this fandom and how we dwell on every terrible and cruel thing written for us ? )  : ) *cries a little inside*

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Rose's POV

"I'm burning up a sun just to say goodbye."

The Doctor. Dårlig Ulv Stranden, translated as Bad Wolf Bay. Well, me on Bad Wolf Bay, with mum and Mickey and Pete behind me a good distance away. The Doctor is not on Bad Wolf Bay. He's in the TARDIS back in the other universe, using up an entire sun's energy just to speak to me one last time.

"You look like a ghost," I say.

"Hold on..." He points the sonic screwdriver at something and his image doesn't look so transparent anymore.

I raise my hand slightly toward him. "Can I-"

He shakes his head sadly. "I'm still just an image. No touch."

"Can't you come through properly?" I ask, my voice trembling.

"The whole thing would fracture. Two universes would collapse."

"So?" I laugh, only half joking. But I know the consequences— if he comes through one more time, it's likely the whole of time and space would be in the greatest danger.

The Doctor looks around. "Where are we?"

"We're in Norway."

"Norway. Right."

"About fifty miles out of Bergen. It's called 'Dårlig Ulv Stranden'."

"'Dalek?'' His expression is incredulous, worried even.

"Dårl-IG. It's Norwegian for 'bad.' This translates as 'Bad Wolf Bay'," I tell him, and we both laugh lightly. The irony is painful. When I found out what it was translated as, I have to admit, I almost cried. But that's not saying much. I've cried a few long times since I was separated from the Doctor. I think I'm getting better now. Especially since I'm seeing him right in front of me, unable to reach out to him, and I'm not sobbing my eyes out.

"How long have we got?" My voice cracks, and I realize I might not be too strong anymore.

"About two minutes."

I practically laughs. "I don't know what to say!"

He chuckles and looks somewhere behind me. Probably at Mickey and Mum and Pete, by the Jeep. "You've still got Mr. Mickey, then?"

My heart drops so low, and it feels like it's fallen straight down to my toes, but still hangs by a painful thread from my chest. This is the part I've been dreading the most. Almost more than the goodbye itself.

"There's five of us now. Mum, Dad, Mickey...and the baby." I know I shouldn't have said that. He can't really know. But what else do I have to lose, now?

It happened only shortly before Canary Wharf, or Torchwood, or whatever you want to call that place that had the rift and the Daleks and the Cybermen. I found out I was pregnant, and of course it was the Doctor's. I loved him. He loved me. We never verbally revealed it— which we both now very much regret —but we knew it. Somehow, it was just a shared feeling.