I'm not sure if it's cheating to use H. G. Wells (and, indeed, the Jeff Wayne musical from which these words actually come) as a basis for this kind of thing; the words below are mostly not my own. If this isn't allowed, if someone lets me know, I'll take it down

For three days I fought my way along roads packed with refugees, the homeless, burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables. All that was of value to me was in London, but by the time I reached their little red-brick house, Carrie and her father were gone.

Fire suddenly leapt from house to house, the population panicked and ran - and I was swept along with them, aimless and lost without Carrie. Finally, I headed Eastward for the ocean, and my only hope of survival - a boat out of England.

As I hastened through Covent Garden, Blackfriars and Billingsgate, more and more people joined the painful exodus. Sad, weary women, their children stumbling and streaked with tears, their men bitter and angry, the rich rubbing shoulders with beggars and outcasts. Dogs snarled and whined, the horses' bits were covered with foam... and here and there were wounded soldiers, as helpless as the rest. We saw tripods wading up the Thames, cutting through bridges as though they were paper - Waterloo Bridge, Westminster Bridge... One appeared above Big Ben.

Never before in the history of the world had such a mass of human beings moved and suffered together. This was no disciplined march - it was a stampede - without order and without a goal, six million people unarmed and unprovisioned, driving headlong. It was the beginning of the rout of civilization, of the massacre of mankind. A vast crowd buffeted me towards the already packed steamer. I looked up enviously at those safely on board - straight into the eyes of my beloved Carrie! At sight of me she began to fight her way along the packed deck to the gangplank. At that very moment it was raised, and I caught a last glimpse of her despairing face as the crowd swept me away from her.

So like I said up the top, I'm not sure if this is allowed here or not; if it is, great, and if it isn't, then please let me know, and I'll delete it right away.

Basically, though, I'd like to do something set in/after this scenario, either immediately, or some time after; please note, this will be different to canon, due to the events of the original.
So, do they meet again? Is she lost forever, and yet he meets some new lady love? However shall they deal with the Martian Peril?

I'm not going to impose any limits on this, purely because I think we need to go a bit common sense with this; obviously there won't be bestiality, necrophilia, incest, ageplay, etc, simply because of the setting, and the background plot.

I'd like this to be a slow-burner, with emphasis on vanilla and the like. Lots of character-building, plot-building, that kind of thing.