Hello fellow Whovians! After obsessively reading Doctor Who fics for the past four years, I have finally decided to write my own. This takes place after Rose and the Doctor had the most heartbreaking, terrible goodbye I have ever seen (yes I still cry every time I watch it) right around the time the Master re-emerges. I hope that I have at least vaguely explained what she has been doing with herself all this time and that this story has a future! I just had to write my version of events (even though if I had my way Doomsday would have never happened and all the ridiculosity would have CEASED immediately). However, that is not how the world works so it is up to us faithful 10/Rose shippers to carry on the torch(wood) *no! focus! Har har. So here it is, please be kind (at least at first) and I hope you enjoy! Allon-sy!

Disclaimer: I don't own it! Anything you recognize in any chapter doesn't belong to me as much as I wish it did.

"Rose…"

Rose Tyler awoke with a start, blonde hair plastered to the back of her neck with cold sweat, heart racing. Taking a deep, shaking breath that sounded like a sob she sat up and switched on her bedside light. She knew that voice. This time it was different, different from the myriad of dreams and nightmares she had, had of him over the past two years. It was just like when he had called her to Dålig Ulv Stranden, Bad Wolf Bay. He was calling her again, through time and space and dimensions.

Flinging back the covers, Rose sprinted from the bed and dove into her closet. She pulled on a pair of black jeans she had left lying on the ground before her brief sleep, and dragged a turquoise top (she never wore pink anymore) off of a hanger and yanked it over her bra.

One article however, was not chosen at random. Every day she wore a black leather coat, a few sizes too large for her that she had worn nearly every day since- no she wouldn't think of that day. This coat was a sort of homage to the man who had changed everything, who had made her better, happier, and more miserable than any other person, thing, or event in her life.

"Rose…"

A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins at that feather light brush on her mind. This was her chance. Rose had never thought that she would get another even though every single day of her life was filled with the desperate quest to get back to her reality, her Doctor, aided by Torchwood which Pete had immediately established her at after her two days of mourning.

Two days was all that she had allowed herself. Her knowledge and experience had allowed her to advance quickly and she was soon granted her own team and nearly unlimited resources. Torchwood wanted the Doctor too, but not even a fraction of how badly she did.

Rose had traveled the world searching for any technology, alien or otherwise that would allow her to jump though dimensions and any travel or down time was consumed by research on everything to do with the subject. She had expanded her mind vastly, but had only made one step closer to her goal.

A private collector had been found in possession of a device, a very special device. Torchwood had obtained it through various means at the command of Rose. After much testing it was determined that the device could possibly, with certain enhancements, allow one person to jump dimensions. The origins of the device were unknown, the collector had no information about it other than what it was rumored to be for and that it was not of this world.

Nicknamed the Dimension Cannon, the device was tested over the course of six months and little progress was made but Rose believed, no she knew that it would work. There was no other alternative. The only problem was that she didn't know where to set it to. It was possible that it was controllable with the mind but she believed that if she had direct coordinates, that it would absolutely work.

Although she had her mission, everything about this world felt bad to her. Every moment seemed as if it was attempting to push her out or something was dragging her away. The number of near-death experiences she had encountered here dwarfed the number she had, had during her time with the Doctor. Cars, buses, random attacks, it was as if this world was actively attempting to get rid of her.

Over the course of time, after a number of these events, Rose began to sense a pattern. Right before it happened, her mind would flash a gold void for a moment and when she snapped back in to reality she knew just what she had to do to avoid certain death. Dart out of the way; counter an attack with one of the myriad of moves that she had learned at Torchwood. It was like that each time and once she became aware of it, the gold void grew stronger.

She remembered little from when she had looked into the heart of the TARDIS but the feeling was reminiscent of that. All knowing for just a millisecond. Rose knew it was ridiculous to link the two, her first Doctor had somehow taken the Time Vortex out of her at the expense of his incarnation, but whatever it was, it had saved her life more times than she could count. Yes, this world was trying to get rid of her. Maybe now she could grant its wish.

The last time she had heard his voice it had filled her with a feeling that she could not describe, showing her the briefest image of a stormy beach, consuming her with a yearning to get out of bed immediately and head in the direction that she knew she must go. This time was much the same but this time she was not going to take her family or Mickey.

She now resided at Torchwood, in accommodations that they reserved for the most senior officers. It was only practical because she spent all of her time here or traveling, and besides, her mum had the new baby, well, toddler now, Tony to look after. Rose felt badly that she hadn't spent as much time with her little brother as she should have but there was no way that she could give him what he needed, so she basically stayed away, visiting rarely.

As for Mickey, they had drifted apart after the initial excitement of being reunited. He was always off on missions, as was she, and the connection that they used to have had faded into a fond, long distance friendship.

On her way out of the building Rose set up transportation to Norway and soon she was on a Torchwood owned jet. Her leg bounced up and down with anxiety on the black leather seats, mind racing.

"Rose…"

'Oh God Doctor, please let this be real. I can't just be going mad.' She thought fiercely.

This absolutely had to be real. She touched her pocket where she kept the Dimension Cannon when it wasn't undergoing testing. She had nicked it before she left; no one was supposed to use it until more research was done. No one had used it yet but Rose was tired of waiting and she figured anything was better than being trapped in a reality that actively didn't want her there.

If this was her chance she had to let her mum know she was going but that farewell was going to be horribly painful. Grabbing her laptop she set it up to take video though the webcam and, taking a deep breath, she pressed record.

"Hi mum." She began lamely. "Um…I'm sure this moment was always a possibility to you, you know I don't belong here but I am so happy that you do, that you have found happiness here with Pete and Tony and I am sorry that I couldn't share it with you. I think he found me mum!" Tears began welling up in her eyes and she brushed them away absentmindedly. "I don't know how to describe it but I really think that this is my chance and I can't waste a moment hesitating, even to say goodbye in person. I am going to use the device; you can ask Pete about it, he knows as much as I do. You'll only receive this message if I don't come back in two days... I've set it up that way. I hope you will be happy for me, you and Pete, and Tony… someday when he can understand. Tell him about me will ya? The Doctor and me. I love you so much and I hope you will be so happy and have everything you've ever wanted. Goodbye."

Rose switched the video off before more tears could fall and put it in a special file that she had set up long ago, back when she had more hope. Jackie would be happy for her, she knew it, but it still broke her heart, if that was even possible anymore, to say goodbye like that. At least she had gotten the chance this time.

"Rose…"

The voice was getting louder, stronger. Rose slammed the door of the Torchwood car and pelted down to the beach. She knew the exact spot that she had last seen him, even though she hadn't returned to this place since that horrible day.

The wind was bitingly cold, whipping her hair around her face and permeating her clothing. Navigating her way across the rocks and around the tide pools she came to a standstill in the place she knew she had been left waiting after the connection was lost. The briny smell of the sea and the thundering of the tide were all around her.

"Rose Tyler-"

The final memory flashed through her mind, sending pain from her heart to the rest of her body.

"Oh Doctor, where the hell are you?" She said aloud, the wind carrying her voice out across the turbulent ocean.

"Rose…"

Rose froze because this time the voice was not in her head. It was behind her. A smile broke across her face and her stomach filled with razor-winged butterflies. Rose turned around.

And screamed.