By Deaths Hands
Rose squirmed in the aliens steel grip. "Do you have any last requests?" It asked. Rose gasped as the grip around her neck tightened.
"You could never give me what I want." She told it. "There's no way in hell your powerful enough to give it to me." Rose wondered if this would work. She knew that she shouldn't get her hopes up, but still. Maybe, just maybe, this race of aliens were powerful enough to, NO! She wouldn't allow herself to think that. This race were strong telepaths, they could easy pick up her moment of weakness.
The leader alien, (Caramafornimanal from Caramafornimalphaphroximey prime (Caraform for short)) shone her, sonic-screwdriver-whish-I-was mind-reading thingy into Rose's eyes. "Ah" It said in its very high pitch voice, "You wish to see your dead companion, hmmm. Very well then, Guards! Bring me the other prisoner!"
Less than a minute later, two guards walked into the room dragging a man with them. The man looked at her with his unusually green eyes. "Rose," he gasped. The new Doctor was looking at her in concern. He, unlike his last regeneration, had strange green eyes and curly, brown hair, he looked to be around Rose's age. He was rather quite a looker, but to Rose he just wasn't right.
The alien spoke again. "You wish to see this Time-Lord's ninth regeneration. So be it." With a flick of it's wrist, the alien signaled for the de-regeneration to begin. Slowly, the new Doctor changed into the familiar form of her Doctor. First his ears stretched, then his nose grew, then his body became taller and thinner, he kept changing until at last he looked like the Doctor Rose knew. It was strange to see him without his leather jacket, but it was enough for Rose.
"Thank you." she whispered to the alien leader. It nodded. Rose turned to the Doctor. "Doctor, I... I love you, and I'm sorry." She nodded to the leader and closed her eyes. As she felt the braking of her neck bones, she heard the Doctor cry her name, then there was no more.
Rose Tyler had died to save the Doctor. The Caramafornimanal had agreed to let him go. They were content with the fact that their bizarre form of torture had worked on the human. They had shown her what could never be, therefore taking her will to live. And his.
The Doctor slowly stepped away from the stone, leaving a single, red rose.
ROSE TYLER
1989-?
By Deaths Hands we are thrown apart, By Deaths Hands may we later be together once again.