Disclaimer: Doctor Who isn't mine. If it was things would be quite different. The BBC owns all and I bow before them.

D.O.C.T.O.R.W.H.O

He was no more. There no longer was a Doctor. His regenerations had finally run out and there had been nothing left to save him. He was everything and he was nothing and he was done. It was ok though. 2000 years and honestly he had been exhausted. He no longer had eyes and yet galaxies and universes were spread out before him and he marveled at the brilliance.

No more running ever again. He felt at peace, content. He hadn't felt anything remotely like this since… suddenly all he knew was pink and yellow. She enveloped him, whatever he was now, whatever she was, they melded together perfectly. She welcomed him with joy and he was truly happy. There was no separation between them now and there never would be again. Not from this beautiful consciousness he had loved for so long. He was home.

D.O.C.T.O.R.W.H.O

A/N: Um, ok, I honestly have no idea what that even was. I just imagined the end of the Doctor's lives and I wanted him to be happy. I wanted to give him his own heaven. I marked this Ten and Rose because they were soul mates even though there were countless regerations before this took place (I really don't see the BBC stopping at 13 as long as the show is popular). Basically I wrote this for myself but decided to share in case anybody would like it as well. Yeah?