I'm new to Doctor Who and have only completed two seasons. This is my second attempt at Who fiction and hope you will take the time to stop and take a look. This is also a drabble thread which will contain five them words each week and the fics will each be 100-500 words. This first set features Rose, 9,and 10. Enjoy! The Doctor: Or How I Learned to Love The TARDIS Week 1 (lifted from UDC1) 1. Beginnings The Doctor loved Humans. He really did. They were at once fascinating in their ingenuity and desire for discovery and frustratingly naÃ¯ve in ignoring signs of imminent danger. Take his companion, Rose Tyler, for instance. When he first met her, she was in a dark, creepy stock room surrounded by living mannequins bent on her destruction. Did she scream? Did she call for help? Did she ever think she was in real danger? No. She thought it was a joke; an elaborate prank. Given that the punch line would be her rather grisly death, he had no choice but to step into the fray. 2. Middles Her Doctor was gone, but The Doctor still lived. He was shorter, scrawnier, and the pitch of his voice grated on her. Like a boy playing in his father's clothes, he seemed dwarfed in the previous Time Lord's jacket and slacks. The fact that these trivialities leaped into her mind could only mean that she was in shock. The Doctor was dead. Her Doctor was dead. Now she was trapped in the TARDIS with a stranger. Have a fantastic life, he said. He had known she would need a goodbye; some sort of ending. Did he know she loved him? 3. Ends Grey clouds blanketed the Norwegian sky and a chill wind raced along the coastline as Rose waited. Even now, some weeks later, her feelings of grief and soul wrenching loss churned just below the mere melancholy she presented. She didn't know what to expect. She didn't know what he would do. She knew only that he would send her a message; that he would find a way to say goodbye. She wanted to say goodbye; to start to heal, but even more, she needed to verbalize the feelings which had grown from her first Doctor to the one recently lost. 4. First It was the first and only time Rose felt threatened as The Doctor's companion. He had changed when he returned from his third trip through the fireplace. There was an urgency in him that was somehow deeper, more primal. It was evident that time was marching on in 18th Century France and that The Doctor was becoming more invested in the life of Reinette Poisson. Rose had her hands too full with Mickey and the clock work robots to be genuinely jealous. However, when the Time Lord crossed over with now evident way to return, she could not fathom he would have chosen the courtesan over her. 5. Last The last time he touched her, with any meaning, was a playful hip bump as they leaned over a Torchwood computer console and calculated how to close the vortex. She smiled and met his eyes, pouring all the unspoken love she harbored into her expression. His eyes flashed, as they usually did, and he grinned in response. She had come to accept that he would never tell her of his feelings. He didn't have to say it with words. He told with ever quirk of his lips and arch of an eyebrow; every bound in his step and wave of his arms. He didn't have to tell her. She knew. "Time to save the world, Rose Tyler!" he exclaimed. "Are you with me?" "Always," she declared. "Til the end of time." "Good."