Summary: The Doctor meets Rose for the first time and the last time. Set post Doomsday

Disclaimer: I still don't own Doctor who...or david tennant...or anything as lovely as that


Passing Strangers

Two young boys cried loudly as they bought over who could sit next to the window, their tired mother shrugged as she tried to soothe the screaming child you lay in her arms. An elderly couple rested their eyes as the train hurtled on; they stayed hand in hand through slumber just as they had for all of their lives. In front of them a young man urgently taped away on his keyboard as he yelled into a phone, he wiped the sweat of his forehead as he flicked through his briefcase. A lone girl sat with her forehead pressed against the window, blonde hair hung over her shoulders and onto her back. Her eyes barley flickered as she saw life passing her by, instead she heaved a sigh and watched as her breath casted little clouds on the glass. She traced her finger through it making words just as she'd done when she was a child. She watched as the tall buildings morphed into smaller housed and eventually farms as the train passed through the countryside shattering the silence that was being enjoyed by innocent lovers. A tall man dropped into the chair beside her, the smell of chips causing her to turn her head. She smothered a smile as she was the mans erratic brown hair stand on end. He turned to look at her and let a slow smile pass over his lips; she could see the eternal pain that wrecked his eyes and the slight strain in his smile. He nodded at her

'Chip?' he asked, his voice cracking. She nodded and took one from his hands. She munched greedily on it as he smiled at her. She looked at him suspiciously

'And you are?' she asked warily

'Doc…Darren – Darren Smith' he lied as he held his hand out to her. She smiled and shook his hand

'Rose. Rose Tyler' she told him. He smiled and squeezed her hand

'I know' he murmured, she wrinkled her brow at him in confusion, but as quickly as he'd appeared – he'd vanished. Rose looked around, her tall stranger had disappeared. She shrugged to herself and turned back to the window – she didn't notice the man leaning against the wall behind her crying as he remembered the one he'd lost…as he remembered his Rose. He cried for the woman he could never see again – he cried for his broken soul…and she'd never know. She'd never know of those final moments that he'd always regret

'I love you' he whispered finishing the sentence that had been snatched from him. He forced himself to turn and walk away from her, he forced himself to walk away from his love, from his hope – he forced himself to walk away from his future. Passing strangers is all they could be…for now. Soon she'd know…soon she'd know of the heartbreak that followed the Doctor, but for this single moment she was innocent. Innocent from her future.