Disclaimer: Since Jack is going to be in Utopia he said that he needed his buttock back. sigh so I'm pretty poor at the moment. And yes I used the phrase 'Time after time' from the song. Oooh! But I do own the six nice reviews from the first chapter! Yay me!

The Doctor sat on back seat of the rickety old cab as it drove down a bumpy dirt road. At the corner of his eye, he noticed the driver glancing at him every few minutes. The Doctor placed his hand in his pocked and grasped the sonic screwdriver… as though for some kind of comfort. It didn't help much.

He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and watched the landscape outside the window change. Less houses, more sand and dry looking plantation.

"Five more minute." The driver said thickly. The Doctor merely nodded and drummed his fingers together in his lap. He was feeling anxious, and there was no place to bounce about to rid himself of it. So he waited.

"Here." The driver said suddenly as the car stopped with a jerk. The Doctor handed him his money and got out. "I wait for you?"

"No, that won't be necessary. I'm getting a lift later, thank you though." The driver nodded at him and backed up his car slowly then drove off. The Doctor took a deep breath and turned around. He was still on a bit of a cliff, the beach was farther down. He gave himself a minute before walking down the sandy hill.

The view was breathtaking.

It wasn't the same beach of course, he mused. The one that was thirty eight years into the future and in another world all together was bit cleaner. The waters had appeared to be deeper there too. And this beach seemed bigger, less… intimate. But the rest looked like the beach he'd know for few minutes. Too few.

The tide was low, so there were small pools of water along the beach. It was windy, very much like… well, colder though. The sky was grey but it wasn't going to rain, he could tell that much. The Doctor walked slowly up the beach and stood on a large stone and removed his glasses. And instead of wrapping his coat tighter around himself, he took it off and held it between his crossed arms. There was something comforting about letting the bitterly cold winds whip across his face through his hair. He allowed a smile to creep across his face as he watched the waves roll lazily onto the shore.

He couldn't help but wonder… if the same spot where he was standing was being stood upon by someone else, in another world, would he get that same feeling he'd had when he'd pressed his cheek against that blasted wall? He stepped down and sat on the huge rock. He liked to think that she was happy now. In a world where Torchwood was good, where she was doing a job that could take her mind off things and…where she was with her family, whole and complete. But he'd hoped for the same thing when he'd sent her home the first time, away from the Daleks. And she hadn't been happy. She'd fought her way back and saved his life, again. So maybe she wasn't as happy as he'd like to believe, but he'd probably never know… and that hurt him more than anything.

Was he pining? Yes. Was it uncalled for? No. Was it unfair to Martha and any other companion he may have in the future? Probably. Did he regret his moments of remembering Rose? Never. The Doctor let his mind creep back to what he'd said to Billy earlier that same day…

"You have one lifetime. Just one. Don't waist it thinking about what you could've had. Find yourself someone. Life, for you, is short."

Yes, life for Billy was short, which is why he shouldn't waist it. The Doctor, on the other hand, still had two more miserable, lonely regenerations to go through. But this regeneration, this body, was for Rose. She had been the first to see it, the first to accept it and the first to fall in love with it. It was this set of eyes that had seen her for last time, had watched her cry and smile. This body was for her, his 'Rose regeneration', he should call it; she would've laughed at that. And he would allow himself to mourn for her properly as long as he had it… because he loved her, he thought with a sad smile.

And he knew because that heart of his on the left beat for her. After all, the witch who tried to daunt him with Rose's name had been able to stop his heart… but not the other one. That heart was fighter and would beat stronger than all his other nineteen hearts put together.

DWDWDWDWDWDW

"Doctor! Doctor, where are you?"

The Doctor sat up and looked around. Martha was standing on the sand cliff and looking for him. "Over here!" he called. She saw him and smiled.

Martha made her was over to where he was sitting and handed him a large bag. "Food," she said happily and began unpacking it and setting it out in the firm sand. "Oooh, lovely." The Doctor said as he helped open the cartons. "Well you brought quite a feast, didn't you Martha?"

Martha smiled. "I like you're picnic spot, it's gorgeous." She said, observing the coastline. "What make's you think that this is the weak spot?"

"Dårlig ulv stranden" he said, smiling. "Bad wolf bay."

"And…?" she was obviously waiting for the techno-talk to come in somewhere.

"Weeell, Bad Wolf. It's kind of important to me and the Tardis." He wasn't looking at her anymore.

"What's it mean? The Bad guys are out to get you or something?"

"Naaah, nothing like that. It's kind of a message; I suppose you could say, to me." He took a bite out of the sandwich that she had handed him and continued to speak with his mouth full. "Nothing to worry about really, the point is that the Tardis will land here. I'm sure of it."

They continued to eat in silence and watch the water level rise slowly. Martha suddenly pulled out a small clear, plastic-covered package. "Dessert!" she announced happily. The Doctor looked at her hand as she presented him with cake. He felt his breath catch in his throat.

"What? Don't you like it?" Martha asked, her head tilted slightly. "They're edible."

The Doctor nodded, "Yeh, I know… but I actually, um, I'm not a huge fan of ball bearing cakes. I haven't really been able to eat them for a while now…"

Martha looked disappointed. "Oh, I thought you would've liked them. It's ok, doesn't matter. I have more stuff… banana cake?"

The Doctor smiled at her, "Now we're talking!" Just as he took the cake from her hands the sound of the Tardis fabricating her way to them made its way to his ears. The Doctor grinned. "Good old Sally Sparrow! C'mon, we'll finish it up inside, it's a bit cold out here."

They packed up the food and walked towards the Tardis, which was standing tall only a few feet away. Once Martha had stepped inside the Doctor turned around and smiled at the cold beach and whispered.

"Jeg elsker deg, min Dårlig ulv" then stepped inside. His words were instantly translated by the Tardis, but it didn't matter, because the wind merely carried them around for a while then let them dissolve into the waters below, nevertheless the Doctor still hoped that the words would somehow find a way of reaching her, preferably from his own lips, and not as an image. But for now he would satisfy himself by saying them to the memory that kept him fighting time after time…

"I love you my bad wolf."

Author's: I'm actually not as happy with that as I'd hoped I would be, I wrote the ending about six times…buuuut, oh wellI hope you guys liked it. Emela and Cute Gallifreyan, my two lovely and loyal reviewers! And I noticed a lot of people put me on story update alert! I'm honored! Truly. For those of you who want a (sorta' kinda') sequel, can read my story 2012. I ended it intentionally with them landing in Cardiff so that I can tie it into Utopia. And there had BETTER be some mention of Rose in that episode or so help me…. I'll storm the set myself! eye-twitch of insanity

Still, please let me know what you guys think, my ego is running a little low on this chapter.