I know that I'm not supposed to publish something new till I've finished something, but these two one-shots I wrote fairly quickly. They were in my head and I had to get them down immediately. I wrote them pre and post 50th. I hope you like them.

Well, this one I wrote before the 50th aired. It was was inspired by the image of Billie in costume, and a big fat diamond on her ring finger. Also by my friends comment that 8.5's jacket looked a lot like 9's.

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*A Harsh Goodbye*

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Rose stood there in horror as the bright bolt of light came towards her. She couldn't move. She really wanted to, she wanted to live, to jump out of the way. But she couldn't. Her body wouldn't let her. How many times had she seen this in her life. And now it was her turn. This was it. She may not be human anymore, but that didn't mean that she was immortal either.

She closed her eyes as the light drew nearer. She heard the most horrifying sound she could ever hear. Three cries, calling her name or screaming 'no'. Her Doctor, her Warrior calling out to her. The pain in his voice was so strong, and it overwhelmed her that it would be the last thing she would hear. Not meaning to, she opened her eyes, as if to see him one last time. Right as she did, a dark figure moved in front of her, then lit up as the Dalek's beam hit it.

She watched in horror as he slumped to the ground in front of her. The Dalek was blasted to pieces, but she was standing transfixed with her eyes upon the man on the ground. It took a moment longer for her body to react as the situation sunk in.

"No!" she cried, falling to her knees in front of him. "No, no, no, no! Why did you- How could you..." Tears had already begun to leak down her face and a rough, shaking hand was lifted to wipe them away.

"I couldn't lose you," he said, his deep, rich voice going raspy. "You are the one light I have left in my life. The one good thing. My hope. My wolf..."

"But... but now you're going to leave me. Please, you can't leave me." Her voice was quiet, the pitch rising and falling erratically as she struggled to keep it calm.

"I'm not leaving you, I promise," he told her, cupping her cheek. She grabbed at his hand, holding it there. She didn't want the warmth of it to leave her. "I want to be him again. I want to be the Doctor. The man you love."

"I do love you," she told him. "More than anything. Just, please, don't leave me. You- you can do it. Y-you're strong. You have to make it, please!"

"Shh!" he hushed gently, using his other hand to brush the hair that was hanging down towards him. Enjoying the feel for the last time in this body, and trying to calm her down. "I promised I would stay with you. I will. I'm just going to change. I don't have to die if I regenerate. But... I'm scared."

She knew this. Rose knew this better than anyone. She knew his fear and his pain... but how could she tell him the truth. How could she tell him what was really upsetting her?

"I know you are, love. But it's going to be okay. The war will be over soon. Then it will be just you an me, travelling the stars."

"The two of us... in the TARDIS."

"Forever," she whispered, her voice barely working anymore.

Yes, he would see her again. But not this her. This was the end of her story with him. She knew who he was about regenerate into, and she could not go with him. She would have to leave him, and go on alone.

She was always alone in the end.

"I love you," he told her, his eyes soft. He barely looked like anything was wrong, but she could see him hiding the pain. Crying, she leant down and kissed him gently on the lips. His own barely moved under hers, and she could taste the bitter sorrow of a harsh goodbye. For what else was losing anyone but harsh?

When she pulled back, he was already starting to burn with regeneration energy.

"No, no, no, no, Please! You can't go!" she sobbed, holding him close.

"Rose!" one of the other Doctors called out. Light footsteps came towards her. She felt familiar strong, thin arms wrap around her, trying to pry her arms loose. She struggled a moment, thrashing against him. But soon he overpowered her and pulled her away, dragging her a safe distance from the man who was using the last of his energy to try and stand.

"Will it be like the last time?" he asked the other Doctors. "In fire?"

"Yes," replied the Doctor she wasn't terribly familiar with. "Every time."

At the back of her mind, Rose noted that something must have been different about his regenerations before that, but the thought was quickly swept away as energy burst out from him. She curled into the pinstripe suit, shielding her eyes. His arms curled tighter around her, trying to protect and comfort her. This was it... She could never see him again...

When she finally had the courage to look, she was met with one of the most heartbreaking, familiar sights. It was her first Doctor. The Doctor with short cropped hair, too big ears, and piercing blue eyes. He was looking down at his hands in wonder, running them over his hair and taking in his new appearance as much as he could. It was almost enough to stop her tears instantly.

Suddenly, an explosion rocked the earth. Debris went flying around them as they were knocked to their feet, and the Doctor who was holding her curled himself around her. There was a sickening thwack, and she saw the newly regenerated Doctor stumble and fall as something hit him hard on the head.

"Doctor!" she cried, scrambling up and trying to run over to him. But she was caught by the one in pinstripes and pulled back. "No! No, we have to save him. We have to help him!"

"It's too late, Rose," he told her. She tried to pull away again and he yanked her back, grabbing her firmly by the shoulders. "He won't remember you! We have to leave him here, on the battlefield. It's where his memories begin. Rose! You have to leave him." She looked up into his chocolate brown eyes, filled with sorrow and understanding and pain. She knew that this Doctor had already lost her. Tears brimmed in her eyes again, and she slammed them shut to stop them from falling. "Come on," he said gently. He took her hand and tugged on it lightly, encouraging her to run.

It was hard for her to turn her back, to just run away. It tore out a piece of her and with each step, she felt like part of herself was dying, washing away. By the time that they had gone through the portal and were back in the forest, she wasn't sure if she was numb or feeling so much that she couldn't tell what she was feeling anymore. All she knew, was that it was hopeless.

Letting go of the Doctor's hand, she curled in on herself. She held her arms around herself, as if she were cold. Her nails bit into her arm, trying to ground herself, to feel something other than this... emptiness.

Ignoring what the other two Doctors were saying, she hung her head, and slowly walked off. She didn't know where she was going, and she didn't care. There was a road, and she would follow it for now. Or she could lose herself in the woods. What did it matter? She would just keep walking, because she had to go somewhere.

A hand came down on her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. She was gently turned around to face the Doctor in the aubergine coloured coat. She wasn't looking at him, just the ground. But she could see the ends of his coat and his shoes. She watched as he lifted a hand from his side, and brought it to under her chin. He tilted her head up to face him, and she was staggered by the kindness and love in his eyes.

"I promised I wouldn't leave you," he whispered. "I meant it."

Letting go of her, he held out his hand to her. Giving her the choice. Hesitantly, she raised her hand, and placed it in his.

Perhaps... there was a little bit of hope.