Sorry for the delay and shortness. Due to my own sudden breaking of heart, I find myself a little inspiration. :(

Confrontation

I can feel Donna's eyes on me as I stare up at the burning sky. I know she can save this world, but still that sickening feeling of grief is twisting inside me. I miss Jack already. I never even got to say "hi"…

"You're always wearing the same clothes," Donna states as I turn to meet her gaze. I can tell by her eyes that I look as sad as I feel. But her voice was stern, her face made to look hard and curious.

"Why won't you tell me your name?"

"None of this, was meant to happen," I cut across her. I tell her about The Doctor, but I can see that she's still wondering why I refused answering. She closes her eyes and speaks again, opening them on the last word.

"Who are you?"

I woke with a start. The images of her memory had scared me. A sky of fire… I shuddered beneath the covers. Only a Human could have memories of such horror. I closed my eyes and tried to remember as much as I could. But mostly I just kept returning to the fact that she had denied Donna the same thing she denied me. Why was her name such a secret? I threw the covers off myself. I was too warm. Sitting up, a cast my gaze around the room.

I tensed and shot up against the wall next to my bed. I was not alone. The figure seemed unaffected by my sudden reaction. My host swelled suddenly within me, reaching desperately out for the figure. I crushed her down, drowning out her presence. She was too tired at the moment to fight back.

"Can you understand me?" he asked. I nodded slowly. The man stepped into the light.

Doctor!

"Doctor…" I whisper. The man stood straight before me, blue suit and brown hair, whisked up into a wild style that every ounce of my host adored. Oh God it hurt. To see the one thing in the universe you want and not being able to reach out and touch them…

"I've got a TARDIS, same old life. Last of the Time Lords…"

"On your own..?" I choke in reply. He nods fast and short.

Then I realise, this is it. There is no way back. He isn't going to come and get me. He's saying goodbye, for good…

"I-" I break and look away. I can't say it. Saying it means it really is goodbye, But he has to know. He deserves that. Oh God, I'll never see him again. I can't even touch him… I take a breath and turn back.

"I love you!" My voice collapses into a sob on the last word. He stares at me, then smiles and says;

"Quite alright too." He is trying to sound casual, to bring some normality to the situation. But his voice is broken and the situation is far from normal. A whole universe stands between me and him. I nod and smile, trying to help. But my face is strained, so I guess it's more of a grimace.

"And I suppose…" he starts. I wait, silent. Praying. "If it's my last chance to say it…"

Please! Please…

He face falls to grief, as though I'm already gone. "Rose Tyler-"

Gone. He's gone. The connection. Only two minutes… I stand there, shocked. Grief strikes so hard I feel weak, my heart shattered into dust, mixing with the sand. I fall into my hands, and cry…

"Oh God!" I sighed, closing my eyes. That one hurt. I gripped my shoulders. At once, The Doctor had swept to my side. I avoided his gaze. This man, the one my now very active host was screaming inside my head for, left her? Left her standing on a beach, lost from all that she knew and all she had familiar.

"What's your name?" he asked, ignoring me. I searched for my voice, delving deep to find the words.

"Silent Star Path," I whisper. His eyes flashed. He was hurt. My voice hurt him. I wanted to hold him, to take his hand in mine. My host scolded me for sharing her thoughts. But I couldn't help it.

"Do you know what you've done?" I knew exactly what he was talking about, but still I feigned confusion. I had done nothing wrong and he wasn't going to make believe I had.

You stole my body! My host snapped inside my head. I turned away from his gaze.

"Silent Star Path, answer me!" I whipped back.

"I, I don't know," I replied softly. I did know.

"You've stolen something very dear to me and I want it back!" The words raced out of his mouth, nearly a top each other, the last one snapping.

"I'm sorry!" I was. "I can't choose my hosts. I was placed in this body, I didn't know who she was, I don't even know her name!"

This made The Doctor soften slightly. But only slightly. He sat up straighter and considered me. I wanted to fling my arms around him. No, she wanted to. I tried to suppress her desires, but they were strong. She would do anything to touch this man. I would do anything.

Stop doing that!

What?

Taking my thoughts! You want to hold his hand, I know you do. It's only because I want to, which means your copying me and I want you to stop!

I can't! As long as you're this active, your feelings with coincide with mine! If you want me to stop, you'll have to leave!

That's not that going to happen! Those words were familiar. But I had no time to search for the memory. In fact I dreaded the memories. They hurt so much.

"Are you alright?" I looked at him. He had such sad eyes. He was concerned, genuinely. He really cared. Just not as much if I had been who my body was.

"No," I answered truthfully. "I don't know where I am! I'm all alone, trapped in a body with memories that hurt me! I'm confused and I all I know is you!" My slight hysteria died, the words becoming soft. "A stranger without a name, whom I only trust under my host's influence!"

"Is she, present?" The Doctor asked, hopefully. I could see he was as desperate to reach her and she him. She loved him so much.

"No," I lied. My host screamed inside me, yelling and fighting for freedom to tell him how she was there. But I ignored her, and did not give away her presence. I held still.

The Doctor eyes collapsed. Shattered. He was so sure, and I had broken it. I felt ashamed, but I could not go back now. I had told my "truth" and that was the story I must follow. To take it back could prove all he thought about me. Though really I had proved it myself. Just not aloud. He looked away from me. I knew he could not bear to look me in the eyes. He hated the ring of reflective that circled them. I know he did.

I searched frantically for a memory of hate in this man. The man I was slowly, but surely, beginning to love against my will. My host was so strong and her memories so vivid I now knew this man as well as she did. My search was pointless. This man had never truly hated anything or anyone. Not while he had known my host. And I doubted he had before that. I could not see the smiling man, giddy in my hosts presence, hating.

The Doctor rose and headed towards the door. I opened my mouth and the words escaped before I could stop them.

"Do you hate me?"

Silence.

"Yes."

Again, sorry for the shortness. But having one's heart broken can halt writing...