Another prompt - Ten/Rose
There he lay before her with a new face, a new body, a new everything. A mixture of confusion, fear and a little bit of wonder raced through her. She had seen him burn before her eyes, her best mate, the man she had come to love, disappeared leaving this stranger behind. “Who is he now?” she wondered. In all the time they spent together and grown closer, she had forgotten how alien he was. She caressed his face and he seemed to turn toward where she touched him. A slight smile lit her face. It was so hard for her to process that the man, no not man, alien she had come to love could change so completely right before her very eyes.
Soon, she would learn exactly who he had become and who he still was. There were the Sycorax, a sword fight, Harriet Jones, Torchwood and six words that could topple a Prime Minister. Yes, he was her Doctor. That evening she nervously went through the motions of Christmas dinner but part of herself was still worried about him. Would he leave her here? Maybe he was hurt that she had not immediately accepted this change? She longed to continue traveling with him in the Tardis. He was so different from anyone else in her life and she felt so close to him. It was no lie when she called him a best mate. Alien or not, they understood each other and had connected at some intangible level. This was beyond the human friendships she had known in the past. Perhaps, it was even more intimate than any romantic feelings she’d had for anyone else as well.