Just something I threw together a while ago.

She had thought it was only a metaphor until his hands formed the mental link and she fell into his eyes. She was at the center of a tornado—or possibly a waterspout. There was some sort of rushing torrent, and running through it were images of places, people, things—some she recognized, others utterly foreign. There was an odd tinge to everything as well, so that the colors of the pictures were slightly distorted.

"Can you see the water, Rose?" The Doctor asked, striding through the fluid without a drop of it touching him.

"Yes. It's amazing!"

"It's love—everything about the world, about my life, that I love. It's at the center of everything I do. It drives me, motivates me, keeps me from giving into despair and just letting go."

"But—" Rose stopped, aware of how selfish that sentence would have sounded. For as far as she could see, there was nothing of her in the water. Other companions rushed by, laughing, running, saving the world with the Doctor. Still, she didn't catch a single glimpse of her own face.

As one might expect in such a place, the Doctor read her mind. "But where are you?" he asked kindly.

She glanced up at him, feeling oddly shy—like she should mumble something polite and just go. But how did one slip away quietly when one was linked to a Time Lord's mind? "I'm sorry."

He smiled at her—the beautiful, mischievous grin she adored. "What do you have to be sorry for—missing the forest for the trees?"

"What?" She felt completely lost. However, that was such a familiar feeling, considering the amount of time she spent with the Doctor, that it was actually comforting.

"Remember when I told you that the water was love?" He was still grinning, like he had a secret he couldn't wait for her to guess.

"Well yeah…"

"And what color is the water?"

"Uhm…pink?"

He laughed then, exasperated. "You silly girl—it's rose."