A/N: Hi guys! Since Christmas is ELEVEN DAYS AWAY... Sorry, got overexcited. Since Christmas is eleven days away, I've made this fic! It will be split into twelve parts with the finale on, well, Christmas. It's a Beauty and The Beast AU. Hope you enjoy the story and have a very, very merry Christmas! :) I've been so excited to post this and it took me a while to write and edit it, so if you'd review that'd mean so much to me!

Disclaimer: I do not own Beauty and the Beast or Doctor Who. However, I do own a computer and an imagination.

The Rose And The Doctor

Once upon a time, in a faraway planet called Gallifrey, a young Time Lord lived in his shining home. Although he had everything his heart desired, the Lord was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the home and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold of the planet. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the Lord sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful Time Lady. The Lord tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she and seen that there was no love in his heart. As punishment, she transformed him into an ordinary human, and placed a powerful spell on him and those who lived in his home so that they could never return to Gallifrey again and would be banished to the planet of Earth.

Ashamed of his human form, the Doctor concealed himself inside a castle on earth, with a sonic screwdriver as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year on Earth. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken and he would be able to return to Gallifrey. If not, he would be doomed to remain a human for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope...

For who could ever learn to love the Doctor?

If there was one thing Rose was sick of in the small, boring, rural town of Powell, it was the daily repetitions.

Wake up, get breakfast, walk around, have lunch, do some schoolwork, have dinner, go to bed. If she was lucky, there would be a deviation from her normal pattern and she would get to go run an errand for her eccentric mother or go out and visit her friend Adam Mitchell's farm that wasn't too far away. However, this day, as it seemed, would be like any other.

Rose groaned and stretched her arms, yawning loudly and trying desperately to get her eyes open. She stood up and stretched out her legs next, feeling slightly disgusted when they each cracked twice. God, she had slept in a weird position last night. Walking across the room, she searched through a large pile of dirty clothes, looking for her favorite book.

She had never been particularly proud of her room, but at least it was cozy. It contained a large, brown bed with matching pillows and two black nightstands. The carpet was beige, and the walls were a light pink color. Piles and piles of books and newspaper articles and pretty much anything she could find with words and characters on it were scattered everywhere, in between her piles of clothes and empty water bottles and cans. The room constantly looked like a tornado had hit it, but it wasn't like anyone eversaw her room anyways.

That was another thing she disliked about the town, the lack of friends or friendly people. Sure, she had never had many friends, so it wasn't like she knew what it was like anyways. But from what she had read in books the people in Powell were stuck up and rude compared to what life must be like out there, in other places. Rose's thoughts were set on this as she finally found her favorite book, Cinderella, and noticed her bookmark made of an old ripped newspaper article was still on the page she had left it on. After flipping it open and losing herself in the words immediately, she absently-mindedly walked down the stairs to her small kitchen and sat down at the table, still not looking up.

"Rose?" her mother, Jackie, asked, staring at her while preparing two cups of tea, as per usual. "Earth to Rose?"

Rose's eyes snapped up and she shut the book with an apologetic smile. "Hi, Mum! How are you this morning?"

"Great! I think I'm almost done with my invention for the fair… I hope I can get it finished in time. How are you doing? Reading that book again, I see."

"You know I love it," Rose replied with mock annoyance. "You really should try it sometime! And I know you'll get your invention finished in time, Mum. You're the greatest inventor in the whole world!"

Jackie grinned and Rose stood up to give her a hug. "Thanks for the tea," she said, grabbing the cup and sitting back down to flip open her book.

"No problem. Oh, by the way Rose, that Master bloke was looking for you earlier. Told him you were showering and to come back later… I didn't want to say you were still sleeping."

The younger girl frowned and ran a hand through her matted, bed-head hair. "The Master really can't take a hint, can he?"

"You really should consider him, sweetheart." Jackie spoke as gently as possible, sitting across from Rose at the white wooden table. "He's very handsome, would make a fine husband for you, I would think."

"He's handsome, all right, and dumb as a brick. I don't want him, Mum, I want adventure in far off places! I want to travel, to discover things and meet a real, good man!"

Jackie sighed, "I still just can't see what you see Rose. But every woman in town is dying to have the Master…"

Rose rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I've noticed. It's kind of hard not to when women practically pass out as he walks by."

This made her mother chuckle a little, and Rose sipped her tea again, flipping another page and staring at the words without really reading them. If only she could be as lucky as Cinderella, freedom, adventure, meeting a Prince Charming. How nice would it be to have a real purpose? To have people love you and to do something different everyday? To depend on people and have them depend on you in return?

After her tea was gone and she had made some progress in her book Rose decided it was time to get ready to face the day. Brushing out her hair quickly, Rose quickly got dressed into a simple, long green dress that flowed down to her knees and accentuated her legs, and waved good-bye to her mum before leaving the house. As soon as she walked out she took in the nice, fresh air and sighed. The town may not be what she wanted, but the fresh air would never get old.

Rose walked out into the middle of the town and sat by her favorite fountain, flipping mindlessly through her book. Around Rose women were staring and whispering things to one another, some giggling at her and raising eyebrows. Rose just continued her reading peacefully, not wanting to disturb a single one of the other citizens. After all, she was used to it by now. Obviously her stories filled with princesses and castles and dragons and witches and other mythical, fun things were not welcome in a place like this.

People looked down upon others for liking such things and reading about them, and basically anything that wasn't normal was out of the question for the best women of the town of Powell. However, Rose's mother told her to ignore this fact, and so Rose continued to read as much as she liked. After about an hour she had finished her story, still smiling from the happy ending, and walked to the local library.

"Rose!" Jimmy Stone said happily, pulling her in for a hug that was much too tight.

Rose winced a little bit, since although she would never tell anyone, Jimmy Stone had always scared her a little bit. His constant flirting had never really been cute, and he never, ever gave up. Pushing this thought to the side she plastered a fake smile on her face and returned the hug, "Jimmy!" Of course, the only other person in the town who enjoyed books, and she just had to be freaked out by him. The library was still a busy place, filled with students who needed to do research or wanted to learn about a famous historical figure. It was only the fiction section that was deserted in the corner, covered with dust and only ever touched by Rose or Jimmy himself. Half of the books were missing, since Rose was borrowing them and could renew them as many times as she liked due to the lack of demand, and the other half had already been read six times.

"Anything new in, Jimmy?" she asked hopefully as she did every morning, biting her lower lip a little.

Jimmy frowned, "No, sorry, Rose, nothing new in for you. Although we're expecting a shipment in oh, I'd say a week? There may be some new material for you then."

"Really?!" Rose squeaked with excitement. "That'd be brilliant! Anyways, I'm here to return this." She handed Jimmy the book, but he didn't accept it.

"This is your favorite book, Rose. Why don't you keep it?"

Her eyes widened and she blinked. "Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious. It's my little present to you." Jimmy Stone winked at her; a sight that would normally make her gag, but luckily enough right now nothing could kill her mood.

"Thank you so much!"

She said her goodbyes and walked back out onto the town, content as possible and hugging her new book close to her chest. Out of the corner of her eye, at the edge of the town square, she spotted the Master and Mickey, standing close together as Mickey whispered something into the Master's ear. Rose shuddered a little as the two stared at her, and walked a little quicker down the road.