This oneshot was solely created for my entertainment. It doesn't have to make sense, but if you enjoy it then maybe drop me a review.

Please ignore the fact that the Doctor and Rose are never going to see each other again.

Just for fun (:

"What the hell are you doing here?" I screamed at him. What was he doing here? I grabbed my Doctor's hand. MY Doctor. This man…this man looked nothing like him at all. Floppy hair, blue bowtie…a bowtie? And suspenders…oh, god, what has he done to himself? I shook my head. "Well?"

"Blimey," my Doctor said. "What've you done to me? All I need is a red nose and bam! I'm a circus performer with no home….The man with the magical blue box returns…" He quieted for a moment, thoughtful. Then he started up again, letting go of my hand and circling…himself? I didn't know what to call it, but it was odd. Odder than anything I had ever seen.

"Bowties are cool."

"Oh my god. And suspenders?" I shook my head, horrified. "Really?"

"I don't know..." my Doctor muttered. "I think it rather...suits him. I personally wouldn't wear it but...it's definitively his style."

The new Doctor bowed. "Thank you, kind sir. You're the first to compliment it instead of criticize," he smiled, then scowled at the person exiting the TARDIS. "Others," he looked pointedly, "have no aesthetic taste, at least when it comes to dressing others."

I walked over and shook hands with the redhead who had emerged from the TARDIS moments after The Doctor. I introduced myself. Funny how the old pangs of jealously didn't emerge. I have my Doctor, and anyways…I learned with Sarah Jane this never ends well with fighting.

I looked to him. "How's Donna doing?"

He didn't look at me, just to the side. "I drop in every now and again, make sure she hasn't remembered. But I've changed…she won't realize it's me. I can say hullo, but I can't talk to her for too long."

"Who's Donna?" Another person emerged from the TARDIS. He held his hand out to me. "Rory Williams."

"She was a girl who traveled with the Doctor. His very best friend," My Doctor sighed. "She…well, she can't ever remember him or she'll die."

I looked at him. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright. It's difficult. She's still…biologically speaking, in me."

I shrugged.

I turned back to the new Doctor. "What've you gone and done to your face, you buffoon? I liked it the way it was."

He looked at me. "Well it's not like I had a choice! It's not like my cells say, hey…Doctor, what do you want to look like?" He grumbled. "If they did, I'd have been a ginger long before now."

I rolled my eyes. "Come in, my mum's made enough soup for dinner for all of us."

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