The Joy Is Worth The Pain - A Collection Of Doctor Who Oneshots

My Forever Rose (Ten x Rose)

A/N - So I want to give credit for this idea to my friend @arson_is_the_answer , as it was them who came up with the headcanon that prompted this Oneshot. I am not going to show the headcanon here because of spoilers, but I will write it at the end of the story just so you know what it was. My friend and I have actually come up with a bunch of different headcanons which I am planning to write into fics of their own. At the moment I am just starting with my favourites because it makes them easier to write.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story (:

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*TW* - Mentions of suicide. Suicidal Thoughts.

*Slight Smut Warning* (If I know you IRL please read with caution)

Also Disclaimers -

1) This fic is slightly canon divergent, it sorta changes one event and loops around so it ends up back on a canonic track.

2)This is my first attempt at writing smut content, (and although it's not particularly graphic) it's a little outside my comfort zone, so I would really appreciate any feedback I can get. I am always looking for ways in which I can improve.

Thanks - Vie xxx

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"Rose Tyler-" His words cut off as a silent tear rolls down his warm cheek. His skin burns like the supernova outside despite the chill that courses through his veins. The final gap in the universe sealing itself shut in perfect synchronisation with his mouth. Concealing the three words he has been forever unable to say aloud. Hidden within him for fear of losing the one thing that he has ever truly loved. His only sun in an endless cascade of darkness, injustice and loss.

Rose. His Rose

His imperfectly perfect pink and yellow human. The woman who saved countless planets, countless people. The woman who saved him.

Their love was like that of a storybook. Pages comprised of mistimed emotions and dismissed feelings. Two people who loved each other more than they loved the stars in the night, but who found themselves unable to express their affections to one another. Creating a destructive cycle of devotion and hope, which then became a reckless lust before the carelessness and denial interjected, leaving the relationship jagged and poisonous. A relationship which they came running back to again and again like a drug, they found themselves addicted to the sweet poison which they both knew would inevitably be their demise. The course forever repeating itself. A romantic ouroboros depicting hurt and love like a metaphorical masterpiece, hanging over their heads like a painting over a mantle.

It was only a matter of time.

He knew that. He had always known that. Whether she did too was a mystery, one which he would never get the privilege of solving.

The tears began to fall again, one quickly descending his face before being replaced by another. His hand brushes the console, examining the texture of the coral with the tips of his fingers as he begins the slow walk to his bedroom. Despite the fact that it is midday the Time Lord is ready to resign himself to sleep. There is no energy to his movements, no motivation. Instead, his feet drag along the endless corridors, ready to give up as he himself already has.

There is no urgency left in the universe. Not anymore. No love or hope. There is no magic, or science, or God that can bring Rose Tyler back to him. So there is clearly no universe. Not one worth exploring anyway. Not without her.

The doors slowly pass the Time Lord, one after the other. The ancient Gallifreyan symbols mocking him, each one seemingly teasing him with another memory of all that he has lost. Each a new reminder of the love that was stolen away from him too soon.