Why hello there! This is yet another fiction from me, which I hope you enjoy. This is going to be the first in a series, if people like it. If not, it may be a stand alone story. I'm sick of people killing off poor 10.5 and thought 'what if it happened the other way?' So, read on!
The shot had been meant for him. He'd spun to see the creature pull the trigger on his laser, aimed directly at his heart. He knew, with utter certainty, that it would hit him. There was no way he could get out of the way in time. But, oddly enough, he didn't exactly feel fear. A part of him felt that maybe this was right. He was an anomaly, a biological meta-crisis, a simply accidental coincidence. Perhaps this was the universe's way of telling him he was wrong.
So he had face the laser with no fear in his face, when something had come between him and it, a "no!" torn from the blonde girl's lips. He barely registered what happened when she crumpled before him, and his eyes became wide. No! That wasn't what was meant to happen. She could... she wouldn't...
But Rose Tyler collapsed, having been hit by the laser. It didn't kill instantly - the idea being that you could perhaps hear the victim's last words, get some extra information. Using them up until their life was extinguished. The Doctor caught her in his arms, before slowly lowering her body to the could hear her breath coming in ragged gasps already, and knew that within the next minute she would be dead.
"Doctor," she whispered, and he looked at her with eyes fighting back tears. There was nothing he could do for her, nothing that could save her. "You're safe. That's good. I was afraid..." she broke off with a wince, the laser taking its effect. Despite the fact that there was a minor war raging above their heads, the Doctor had eyes for nothing but his dying Rose. "I was afraid that I'd lost you."
The Doctor shook his head, now struggling to fight back tears. She might not have lost him, but he had most certainly lost her. Her breathing was short, and her eyes watered with pain. "I love you. You know that, right?" He nodded, giving a watery smile. "I love you, too," he responded softly. She nodded at him. "Then let me tell you not to be alone. You need someone, yea?"
He nodded in muted agreement, feeling his single, weak, human heart beginning to break. When Rose gave him a final smile and breathed her last, his fury rose.
Not a single one of the creatures who had declared war on planet Earth survived.
Dramatic chord! I have written quite a bit of this story, so I think that I am going to update regularly on a Sunday. I may update twice a week later, but for now, keep tuned and let your Sundays be groovy!