A/N: As always, I do not own Doctor Who.

"I bet you're gonna have a really great year."

She smiled at me. Damn, she was gorgeous. "Yeah?"

I smiled back. "Yeah."

She looked down for a second and then back at me, contemplating my words. "See ya!" She turned and bounded away.

I watched her as she entered her flat, glancing at me through the window. I sighed deeply. My pink-and-yellow human. I would always love her, no matter what form I took. I had wanted to tell her, had planned to when I saw her, but I couldn't. This was before we were destined to meet. How could I say "I love you" when it would mean nothing to the girl who meant EVERYTHING? It probably would scare her, hearing it from a random stranger, one who she thought was inebriated. This was best.

Even though my hearts ached to tell her and my arms wanted to hold her one last time.

I trudged along slowly, the radiation in my body at the critical level. I had been holding it in for so long. I just had to get back to the TARDIS. This was not going to be pretty.

A shot of pain hit me and I collapsed to my knees in the snow. I could barely make out the sound of footsteps approaching, but I was too focused on breathing to notice. I was so close to her; just a little further and I will be inside my ship.

Taking a breath, I looked up at the person walking by me. I recognized him; strange looking man. Prominent chin, green eyes, hair on the right side. Bow tie.

What the?

I knew him. He accosted me after Reinette, mentally slapping some sense into me. He kissed Rose's hand when we were in 1953. I remembered glaring at him for touching her. He kissed her under mistletoe too. A quick peck, but enough to get my blood boiling. He made eye contact with me, just like now. Then though, he looked arrogant. Now he looked sad. In the span of a second, all the times I saw him flashed through my brain. Another spasm of pain hit me, but I was locked onto his eyes. Very familiar.

He kept walking past, not bothering to help. My gaze faltered to his hand as I heard a familiar buzzing. Then I saw it. I froze.

A sonic screwdriver.

It was him. My next form. If he was here, it meant he hadn't forgotten Rose either and still loved her as much as I did. He was reliving, as I was. He walked on and disappeared. I rose to my feet, stumbling into the TARDIS as my previous panic was replaced with calming thoughts of the woman I loved. I took a breath.

"I don't want to go."

The buzzing sound returned as I faded away, flashes of blonde hair, the smell of vanilla and a radiant smile my welcome into oblivion.

A/N: And that's it, that's the story. Thank you to everyone who has followed, favorited and reviewed. I have a few new ideas in the works (Eleven actually getting a New Year's with Rose) so please stick around. I have a few other Doctor Who stories along with several others.