That's Very Me

Who was she?

Rose. She seemed to be haunting him. Everywhere they went reminded him of her. God he missed her, more than he thought he would ever miss a companion. Rose had never been just a companion he knew, she was more than that. He knew, had known for a long time that he loved her, since the moment she proved herself to be smarter than the average ape. The moment he'd saved her life. It was getting worse and worse. The longer he was apart from her the worse it got. He finally got better when Donna and Emma began traveling with him. Emma knew exactly what to say to him to make him change his mind, to convince him to make the right choice. And Donna, she was good for keeping his ego in check. She could knock him down when he needed it. Of the two, often Emma's way of doing things, of convincing him was more effective, because she was right, but the things she said hurt. He knew she could see that they hurt. She would look almost as if she would rather be doing something, anything else than using his faults, his ideals, his history against him. The thing that hurt more than what she said, was the emotions in her eyes. It was so clear to him, that she was worried or angry or shocked, but when she had to use her words against him, he saw disappointment, disbelief, betrayal and sadness. He hated that he had done something to cause her to lose her faith or trust in him, in what they did. He worked so very hard to make the right decisions, to do the right things. He had become bitter after Rose, unfeeling and uncaring. Emma especially seemed hellbent on making him feel something even if it was guilt or grief or anger. It took him awhile to settle in around her because she was so like Rose, trying to heal his wounds, not worrying about her own. She was so selfless and he wished he could be the same. There were dreams sometimes, of Emma and Rose together, always they were friends, always with him. There were times he wished so badly to have Rose with him, but as he grew closer to Emma, he thought of Rose, less and less often. It honestly scared him some. And then Emma found a picture. Rose was lying on him and he looked so serious, but Emma had looked into his eyes.

"Who is she? I can tell you love her."

"Her name is Rose. She's human, and she's gone."

"What was she like?" Her honestly curious expression made him cave and he began with the story.

"There she was, all yellow and pink. I took her hand and said one word. Run." He spoke as if he loved her still, and it made Emma smile sadly. He told her the entire story of Rose Tyler from the beginning to the very heartbreakingly sad end. Emma stopped to ask questions and giggled sometimes. She looked disapproving when he had mentioned inviting Mickey onboard and had swatted him over the head. It took days for him to tell her. They went on another adventure only to have Emma storm in halfway through the presentation and effectively end Ood slavery. She started accusing Mr. Halpen of quite horrible things. She was angrier than she had been in Pompeii when that shopkeeper sold the Tardis and she had been livid then. She was yelling at the man who was paling steadily.

"You've been forcing them into slavery!"

"They were made for it!"

"MADE FOR IT?!" Emma thundered. "They're born with their brains in their hands you stupid ape! You cut off their brains, stitch on a translator! They're born being vulnerable and you take advantage, you make me sick!" Emma showed them the unprocessed Ood and then they saved the Ood brain from Mr. Halpen.

"The message has gone out. That song resonated across the galaxies, everyone heard it. Everyone knows. The rockets are bringing them back. The Ood are coming home." The Doctor said, an arm thrown over Emma's shoulders.

"We thank you, Doctor, Donna, Emma. Friends of Oodkind. And what of you now? Will you stay? There is room in the song for you." Ood Sigma asked.

"Oh, I've... sort of got a song of my own, thanks." He said scratching the back of his head.

"I think your song must end soon." The Ood said looking at the Doctor and Emma.

"Meaning?"

"Every song must end."