My Doctor.

Three

Three

Many, many, many years later, I met Rose Tyler, the beautiful blonde. Rose was the one I never hid from, because she would find me anyway. She wrote down every time she saw me, as to not forget. It was lovely to not be forgotten by someone other than the Doctor. Rose was lovely, period. I remember the first time she told me about her writings. She hadn’t told the Doctor, and she told me, trusted me. No one did that. Not even the Doctor.

“Hey, Sapph, do you want cream with your tea?” Rose called. “No tea, darling. Coffee please,” I replied, walking into the kitchen area of the TARDIS. “Oh, yeah! Sorry, I forgot,” she laughed. “Of course you did, Rose. You can’t remember me,” I teased. “Actually, I have a way to remember,” she stated mysteriously. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I record it all in a journal. Remember that time I took a picture of you?” she said. “Yes, why?” “Well, I look at the picture, I don’t take my eyes off of it. And I record everything that happened when I was with you. Then I read the journal. Every single night, I read it. And I remember. I remember it all.” “You what?!” I exclaimed. “I can remember you, Sapph,” she said simply. “May I see the journal?” I asked. “Sure,” she replied. She reached for a sparkling purple book in a drawer of the TARDIS console. I quickly snatched it from her hands, flipping it open to the first page.

‘I met a woman today, she says she knows me. I think we met before, but I can’t remember. I took a picture of her on my cell phone. She has the most TARDIS-blue colored eyes I have ever seen. They were beautiful. I think the Doctor loves her, you can see it in his eyes and the way they smile at each other. It’s wonderful, but it upsets me. I have Mickey, but he’s just never been right for me, not in the past few years. Not since I met the Doctor. Mickey is too simple. But I think the Doctor is right for me, he opened up my eyes. Really, I think I may love him. But I can’t interfere with him and Sapphire. Sapphire’s the woman I met. But anyway, I’m thinking Mickey and I need a break. Here’s a picture of Sapphire.’

Here she had put a picture of me, printed off from her cell phone. “Rose, why would you do this?” I asked. “I wanted to remember you, Sapphire. I enjoy not being the only female on the TARDIS, and I didn’t want to forget that. Is it bad? Do I need to get rid of it?” she rambled, worried. “No, I don’t think so. It’s okay, as long as you don’t tell the Doctor. He will destroy it. Show him when he next regenerates,” I said. “Regenerates?” she asked. Realizing I had told her something I shouldn’t have, I stuttered, “Um, just, nothing. Forget I said that.” “Uh, okay,” she replied. Hearing whistling, I threw the book to Rose and whispered, “Doctor’s coming. Hide it!” She threw it back into its drawer and picked up her tea, closing the drawer with her knee. “Hello, ladies,” the Doctor said, smiling as he walked into the kitchen. He saw me with the cup of coffee in my hand and walked to me. Saying nothing, he took the cup from my hand and took a sip. “Hello, Doctor,” I said, smiling. “Hello, Sapphire,” he replied, then kissed me on the cheek and made his way to the little television screen on the console. “Where to next, Rose?  How about heading home to see your mother? I’m sure she’s a bit upset with me, it’s been quite some time since we’ve been to see her,” he rambled. I smiled and walked to him. “Take good care of her, Doctor. But don’t go home just quite yet. You still have a big adventure ahead before she is to see Jackie again,” I murmured in his ear. Rose was walking to the back of the TARDIS, probably to change her clothing. He looked at me, and said, “Thank you, Sapphire.” Then kissed me.