A/N: I bet you forgot about me! lol Thank you for the reviews, they made my day when read them. Not too sure about this chapter, let me know what you think guys.

Chapter 2

He sighed. A sigh that was laced with happiness, love, a sigh that said so much yet so little. It seemed as though he was floating, he felt alive, like he'd been found again. He wasn't in the TARDIS, yet he'd never felt more at home. In fact he didn't know where he was. The room was white, but warm and homely, like it was made for him. He couldn't see any doors, but then again he didn't want to leave. And rose petals everywhere, constantly falling from the ceiling, coating the place in a glorious red that never hurt his eyes.

"What are you sighing about?"

And of course she was there with him, curled up at his side, looking heart-stoppingly beautiful as always. He turned to face her and couldn't help but smile. Her blond hair was splayed out on the pillow and she had a mischievous grin on her face, her eyes so big he could almost see himself in them.

"Nothing." He breathed, twirling a strand of her hair round his finger. She giggled slightly, her hand cupping his face and her thumb stroking his cheek. She looked around her, confused slightly but still lost in her own happiness.

"Where are we?" she asked lazily.

He almost didn't hear her, too absorbed in the sound of her voice, her sweet sent, her beautiful, mesmerizing eyes which he couldn't seem to stop staring at.

"I don't know." He said, a sleepy grin still on his face.

She looked at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, hiding her face from his view. He kissed the top of her head. "Hmmmm…my Rose." He sighed again "My wonderful, wonderful Rose."

She shifted beside him so she could look at his face. And she kissed him, slowly and sweetly. He found his arms circling her waist, and when she pulled away his eyes were locked with hers and he felt like he was slowly slipping into a trance.

And suddenly the look in her eyes was one of panic. He rubbed the top of her arm soothingly as tears began to form in the corners of her perfect eyes.

"Hey…" he said, concern showing plainly on his face "Hey what is it?"

She let out a sob and he held her closer. How could something so perfect be so devastating?

"Don't…" she choked out "Please don't go."

He drew in his breath, his eyes suddenly stinging.

"Don't say that…" he whispered "I'm right here, ok?"

It didn't calm her. If anything it made things worse. She clung to his neck, sobbing, unable to stop.

"Am I ever gonna see you again?"

His hearts froze. The whole situation suddenly felt too familiar. He gripped her tightly, as if she would slip away at any moment.

"I'm right here Rose, I'm not going anywhere ok?" he said desperately. He felt sick, like he was losing control. The rose petals were falling at an alarming rate, the smell sickly and intoxicating, suffocating him. He held onto her like doing that would protect her from this world that suddenly seemed to be falling apart around them. She didn't seem to hear him or understand what he was saying. She just cried. The sound was tearing him apart, he felt like he would do anything to make it stop.

"I…" she choked, rose petals everywhere, so many it was almost blocking his view of her.

"Rose…" he called out, but she couldn't hear him. He could hear her as clear as day.

"I love you." She sobbed, tears spilling everywhere, and suddenly he couldn't feel her anymore. The words seemed to echo in the room, louder and louder, the very same words she'd said to him on the bay. The last words she'd ever said to him.

"Rose! Rose wait please!I-"

But he was cut off. Wind had suddenly swept into the room, he was drowning in the petals, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't see. Fear gripped him suddenly and he felt sick. He couldn't see her, he couldn't hear her, she was being torn from him all over again.

"Rose!"

He sat up gasping for air, his brow sweating. He clutched his stomach, that sick feeling still present, the smell of roses never leaving. He needed air. He stood up slowly, noticing he hadn't even changed his clothes, wet and dirty and cold. His breath was heavy, his head was spinning. A small groan escaped his lips as he slowly walked over to the door and lent against it. He figured this is what a hangover probably felt like, but he hadn't drunk a single drop. His head, however, was pounding agonizingly. He ran a sweaty palm through his messy hair and let out a long, painful sigh. Never again, he thought.

He looked at the room he was in, still the same as he always remembered, on the rare occasions in the past when he got to see it. There was nothing unusual about it- shocking pink seemed to meet his eyes everywhere he looked, trinkets and clothes still cluttered the floor. Photos everywhere, most he couldn't bare to look at.

After a long period in which he just stood there, he turned and walked out of the room, then checked to see if the TARDIS had locked it. Which, of course, she had. He would walk down this very same corridor later and the door would be gone.

He clutched his head. He was going mad, he was sure. Like he was obsessed with doing this same routine on this same day every year. Like every day he was slowly but surely falling apart. After staying for a while, leaning his head on her door, he let out a long, tired breath, and headed towards the shower.

-O-

She poured the kettle, her hand shaking a little. She was trying to breathe calmly, and she reached over to get the sugar. He liked one sugar in his tea. She stirred it around absently, trying to focus on the task at hand. But she couldn't concentrate, too numb with fear. Fear that The Doctor would never be able to look her in the eyes again, that he'd send her home, that she had made th biggest mistake of her life following him out there, shouting at him. Her own words echoed devastatingly in her head, just as they had done down the many hallways of the TARDIS. She couldn't begin to contemplate how he must be feeling this morning. She wanted to kick herself over and over again. She'd had little sleep, and when she woke up her face was stained with tears, her pillow wet, her whole composure on the verge of falling apart. She'd shakily gotten up early, and made her way to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. She hadn't drunk it and it was now stone cold. Then she began to make him one. Like some, pathetic attempt to try and make up for her horrific behavior. What the hell had she been thinking? She let out a desperate breath, fear gripping her again as she picked up the mug and began to place it on the side. Suddenly her hand began to shake more and as she carried the mug over to the table it slipped from her grasp and shattered sickeningly on the hard floor. She let out a small cry, fell to her knees and hurridly began to pick up the shattered pieces of china.

Then his shadow fell across her and she suddenly felt an overwhelming wave of nausia pass through her body. And waited tensely for him to say something.

"Don't do that, you'll hurt yourself." He said. He sounded tired.

"No it's fine, I've got it…" she stuttered, her hands shaking as she gathered the mess she'd made. She drew in a sharp breath as it sliced her hand, blood dripping from it.

"Shit…" she muttered, tears still making her eyes sore.

In a fluid motion, almost dream like, he took her hand and pulled her gently from the floor, leading her over to the sink. Within seconds her wound was bandaged, his touch colder than normal.

She sniffed, and the two of them stood there in an awkward silence, with neither of them wanted to break. But it had to be broken, and so Martha sighed, wiping her eyes.

"I…I didn't…" she started, but he put a hand on her shoulder, causing her to look at him. What she saw made her sadder than she ever thought she had been.

He seemed…distant, staring at the wall in front of them. His eyes were hollow, instead of the vibrant pools of brown that they normally were. He let out a long breath, she could almost see the small lump forming in his throat. She just wanted to hug him. He finally glanced her way.

"It's ok." He said quietly, almost in a whisper. He seemed to want this to end here, but she felt she needed to say more.

"I didn't mean it." She said "I'm so…I'm so sorry."

"But it's true." He said suddenly, his head falling. His eyes were shining, tears slowly forming, but he was doing his best to stop them from falling. She wondered if he had always been like this, that what he showed her was just a front, a mask, that this was who he really was. She'd never seen him so emotional before.

She felt sick with guilt. The way he looked now…it was like she'd broken something in him. Something that he'd always kept hidden had been opened up. And it was all her fault. She didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry." She whispered again. She'd say it again and again and again for the rest of her life if thats what it took, no matter how empty it sounded.

"Stop saying it." He said through clenched teeth.

She swallowed, as she saw a single, pathetic tear finally escape from his eye. She found herself wrapping her arms around his waist, and felt him cling to her, like she was some kind of life line. Heard him let out a small sob, still trying to hold it back all the while. She hugged him tighter.

"I'm sorry." She said again.

"Everything you said was true." He said into her shoulder, quietly, defeated "Every word of it."

She pulled back to look at his face again, placing her hands on both his shoulders. What she was about to say next was a risk, but she said it none the less.

"Tell me."

He looked confused for a brief moment, but then he just looked alone. Empty. Sad.

"Tell me about Rose.

A/N: Next chapter will be up sooner than this one was:o) Ruby x